The Reluctant Domestic Ch. 03

"There we are...all clean. Just stay there please, Mistress."

Kay dumped both washcloths into the hamper, then left the room and returned with the long-handled wooden spoon from the kitchen. Hannah didn't see what was coming; her eyes were still on me.

Kay stroked the flat of the spoon gently over Hannah's upraised rear. My fiancee's expression went from puzzled curiosity to wide-eyed alarm in less than a second. She froze in position, ass up, legs spread wide..

"Last week you assigned me fifty-five strokes. Five for rushing your massage and fifty for daring to question your command to abandon my family to attend you five days per week." Kay's voice was serious but soft, without a hard edge to it.

"That was a mistake...really poor judgment on my part. It won't happen again. I won't assign you strokes from now on." Hannah babbled. She started to shiver as the spoon traced slow, leisurely circles on her smooth ass.

"Oh, I don't mind the strokes, Mistress. I crave a firm hand and certainly it's your duty to enforce the proper...discipline."

"Still...Kay...we can forget about those strokes from last week. It was just..."

"But fifty strokes! That's a lot for one infraction. It made me realize that you probably don't have a good idea of exactly what a stroke is. And if you don't know how a stroke really feels, how can you use them as an effective tool to promote the proper behaviour?"

"Kay...please..."

"So this evening I'm going to give you the fifty-five strokes you'd intended for me. I'm sure you'll find it...educational...and that it will help you in the future when you're trying to match a punishment to an infraction."

"Wait..."

"I'm sure you remember the proper protocol, Mistress? You're not to move or flinch or try to evade the stroke. You're to count each one out loud. If you mis-count or you move from your assigned position then I have to re-start from zero."

Hannah was silent for several moments, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you last week. I'm ready to accept the strokes." she said in a resigned tone.

I was surprised she'd given in so easily. Was it genuine remorse? Or just an acceptance of the inevitable? We'd see what happened when the spanking started...

"Thank you Mistress. Your apology means a lot to me. I'll do my best to make sure this lesson is a good one." Kay replied earnestly.

SMACK.

Hannah shrieked as the spoon came down hard on the fleshiest part of her rear. Her legs snapped shut and she reached back to cover her ass with her hands.

"That was too hard! I never hit you that hard!" she protested.

In fact, Hannah's strokes to Kay's flesh had been far more zealous than the one Kay had just delivered. Still, Kay had the advantage of better padding on her ample rear, while Hannah's wasn't nearly as cushioned.

"Mistress, you forgot to count, and you moved out of position. I'm afraid I can't count that one." Kay sounded genuinely sorrowful.

"But..." Hannah started, then stopped. With a nervous whimper she again spread her legs and moved her hands away. I could see the deep pink splotch on her pale ass where the spoon had struck.

SMACK.

The spoon slapped down on the same spot. Hannah sucked in air but didn't move.

"One." she counted.

SMACK.

"Two." already the muscles in her legs were beginning to quiver and twitch involuntarily. The spoon left small, circular welts on her pale flesh.

SMACK.

"Three."

The spoon rose and fell again and again. With each strike I could see Hannah fighting the pain and slowly losing the battle. On the fourteenth stroke she rolled onto her side and desperately rubbed her stinging weals.

"Please! I'm so sorry...I promise not to do it again! Please!" she pleaded, then covered her face in her hands and broke down into heart-wrenching weeping.

Before I could react, Kay was on the bed beside her, tenderly stroking her hair and shoulders. It was an oddly touching and affectionate scene.

"If we stop now, what happened last week will never be made right." the submissive teacher said in a soft, soothing tone. "I can't serve you properly until all the wrongs have been addressed. Neither of us would be happy if we left this unresolved."

Hannah sobbed and sniffled for a few more minutes, then nodded miserably. She slowly rolled back into position with the pillow under her hips and her ankles far apart. She drew a shuddering breath and tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry I moved. Please begin again."

"Thank you for being so brave, Mistress. How about I do ten strokes, then pause until you're ready for the next ten?"

Hannah nodded, and Kay again raised the spoon.

SMACK.

"One."

By the tenth stroke, Hannah was bawling like a little girl, her tiny frame wracked with gasps and sobs. Kay set the spoon down and rested her hand on the small of Hannah's back, rubbing in slow circles. It took five minutes for Hannah to recover herself to the point where she could speak.

"I'm ready for the next ten."

"Thank you Mistress."

The next ten were delivered with the same force as the first ten. Hannah screeched and wailed as red and pink blotches were added to her ass and upper thighs. With her legs wide apart even her soft inner thighs weren't off limits to the spoon. Throughout it all, she somehow remained still, although her legs spasmed continuously.

I admit, I was truly impressed with her fortitude. Being stubborn and prideful was easy but enduring a prolonged beating - voluntarily - took real guts.

Hannah cried and shivered and sniffled as Kay rubbed her back warmly, then asked for the next set.

Kay applied the third set of ten strokes. Her expression never wavered; calm, patient, even sympathetic at times. But she didn't let up one bit. Not during the third set or the fourth. The fifty-fifth stroke was delivered with the same stinging force as the first.

When it was over, Kay removed the pillow from under my fiancee and allowed her to lie flat on he stomach. Hannah's rear looked swollen and blotchy and very sore. Kay gently rubbed her back until Hannah's sobs had receded into sniffles and sighs.

"Thank you Mistress. There's not going to be any more pain tonight so you can relax now. I'm going to take a bath and when I come back we'll continue."

"You mean...there's more?" Hannah cried in disbelief.

"There's still a little more that needs to be made right. But I promise it won't hurt. Lie here and rest." Kay rose from the bed and made her way to the washroom.

Hannah and I kept company in silence at first. She was faced away from me as I cast an eye over her much-abused bottom.

"I deserve this, don't I, Sir?" Hannah said at last, aiming at a wry, light-hearted tone.

"Kay thinks so."

"It's...different than I expected. I thought she'd be a total bitch...really rub my nose in it...make me eat shit for the way I...you know."

"You didn't exactly get off scott-free." I pointed out.

"You know what's weird? I actually feel better. Like a weight's been lifted."

"You've been dreading this all week. I guess it's good to have it mostly behind you."

"It's more than that."

I paused, trying to grasp her meaning.

"Atonement, perhaps? Your sins expunged through pain?" I offered.

"I wouldn't have put it quite so...Biblically." she said with a brief chuckle.

"Seeing naked women spanking each other just puts me in that frame of mind."

"What kind of Sunday School did you attend?"

I laughed and reached out to stroke her shoulder. She was still in there somewhere. My Hannah. The one I'd proposed to. The woman I'd loved, back before she dove head-first into the deep end of the crazy pool. Maybe there was still hope for a happy ending between us?

I lay next to her, naked from the waist down, and rubbed her back as we waited for Kay to finish her bath. She took her sweet time! I suppose being a teacher, wife and mother didn't leave much time for relaxing in a hot bath at home.

The sound of the tub being drained and of Kay drying herself caused a ripple of tension through Hannah's body. Kay had promised no pain, but that didn't mean that whatever was coming would be fun.

I returned to my chair as Kay entered the bedroom and knelt on the bed next to Hannah.

"Feeling better, Mistress?" she asked, stroking my fiancee's hair with an almost maternal tenderness.

Hannah nodded cautiously. Kay continued to caress her hair and face. There was an extended silence.

"You know, I fooled around with a woman once," Kay said. Her shy smile and pink blush returned. "Back in teachers' college. I guess it was a bit of youthful adventure. My roommate and I had been out drinking and clubbing and flirting with the boys, but we both ended up alone back in our shared apartment. We snuggled up under a blanket on the couch to watch late-night TV and I suppose one thing led to another..."

She trailed off and I smiled at her wistful expression.

"The two of us never spoke about it after that, and it didn't happen again. But I wasn't ashamed of it. What we shared was tender and exciting and beautiful. It taught me a lot about myself and about the nature of love. I saw things in a different way after that night."

Hannah nodded. I caught myself nodding as well. Kay was truly a teacher, leading us both through a lesson.

"I need you to experience that, Mistress. I don't want your only memories of our intimacy to be harsh and violent and selfish. I need you to see the part that's lovely and warm."

Hannah nodded again, uncertain.

"Kiss me." Kay said softly.

Hannah froze.

"Uh...but I don't...I mean, I'm not like that."

"I'm not either," Kay said, "But you're the one who started down this road last week. I need to know it leads you to a good place."

The silence stretched on. Finally, Hannah pushed herself into a kneeling position on the mattress, facing Kay. After another moment she leaned forward, eyes wide as though not believing what she was about to do.

Kay's hands cradled the sides of Hannah's face and guided her into a slow, soft kiss. It lasted several seconds, and when it broke Kay didn't remove her hands. The older woman's expression was one of gentle encouragement.

"How did that feel, Mistress?"

"Kind of...strange."

"Touch me." Kay coaxed Hannah into another long, languid kiss.

Hannah's right hand came up and rested on Kay's left shoulder, then slowly slid down over the other woman's side, over her ribcage and ending on her wide hips, then back up. Hardly an intimate caress, but a bold one considering the circumstances.

"How do I feel?" Kay whispered.

"Soft. You've got smooth skin. Warm." Hannah's voice was hushed.

"It's a pleasant sensation to feel it under your fingers, isn't it?"

"Yes...I guess."

Another kiss followed. Kay guided Hannah's right hand to her heavy breast. Hannah squeezed it briefly, then rubbed it with her palm. The kisses lasted longer each time.

I was starting to feel downright neglected, sitting bare-assed and erect in my chair next to the bed. The sight of my naked fiancee in the embrace of the submissive teacher was erotic and touching at the same time.

"That feels good, Mistress." Kay breathed.

"I'm...glad"

Kay lowered her hands to cup Hannah's small breasts, tweaking the nipples and stroking her fingertips over the pale flesh. Hannah let out a gasp that Kay cut short with another kiss.

The kissing and caressing continued for five minutes. Kay delicately directed the action and Hannah, eyes closed, allowed herself to be led through emotions and sensations that must have been very new to her.

When Kay's caress traveled lower, sliding between my fiancee's legs, Hannah grabbed her wrist out of reflex, holding her at bay. Kay didn't force it, merely continued to kiss; her other hand rubbed Hannah's breasts and stomach. Before long the younger woman dropped her guard and allowed Kay's fingers to stroke over her most intimate flesh. The touch drew a wanton moan and Hannah inched her knees further apart.

"You too." Kay whispered between kisses.

It took a few moments before Hannah's right hand dipped down and cupped Kay's smooth sex almost protectively.

"Mmmm. Move like this." Kay purred, gently sliding her fingers up and down the length of Hannah's slit. The motion forced another gasp of pleasure. Hannah copied the motion between Kay's eagerly spread legs.

The kissing grew more intense, lips sucking, mouths open. Kay's tongue probed and received an eager welcome. The sound of heavy breathing and the scent of wet arousal filled the bedroom. Grunts and moans became more frequent.

Kay broke contact and slowly lowered herself to the mattress. She lay on her back, legs wide, then reached between her legs and pulled back her clit hood, exposing a swollen pink bud that glistened with moisture. Blushing a deep red at the lewd act, she looked up at Hannah with eyes that were both pleading and inviting.

"Mistress...please."

Hannah looked down on the naked teacher and I could read the distaste, uncertainty and fear in her expression. She knew what was being asked. Kay was asking for that which Hannah had demanded - taken - the previous week. The thought didn't appeal.

But there was desire in Hannah's eyes as well. Arousal. Eagerness. The lure of forbidden fruit.

And finally, a decision.

I stared in amazement as Hannah shuffled between Kay's widespread knees and slowly lowered her head. Her face drew close to Kay's soaking sex. She rested her hands lightly on Kay's thighs and bent lower, squeezing her eyes shut and wrinkling her nose. She extended her tongue and touched it tentatively to the submissive woman's well-presented clit.

Kay moaned and her hips lifted, seeking.

"Ahh, thank you! Thank you so much Mistress!" she cried, her tone conveying more than just physical delight. There was relief, gratitude. Reassurance. The scales had been balanced at last.

Perhaps encouraged by the enthusiastic response, Hannah took another lick; longer and slower. She opened her eyes and watched with fascination the effect her tongue had on the older woman. Kay quivered and shook with a long-denied need for release. She was panting now, hips rolling and twitching uncontrollably.

It took just one more lick to take her to the edge.

"Please my I cum, Mistress? Oh, it's been so long. Please?"

Hannah licked again, a devious glint forming in her green eyes as she wielded a new form of power over the submissive teacher. Pleasure was a potent avenue for dominance as well.

"Hmmm. That was a very painful lesson with the spoon, Kay." she said pointedly, punctuating her words with another long, slow lick.

"You bore it so well. Please...?"

"What's your tally this week?"

"Uhhh...one hundred eleven, Mistress."

"So high! Are you sure you want to add another twenty for the orgasm?" Hannah teased, her tongue returning to the other woman's engorged clit.

"Oh, please! Gladly!"

"Those big tits are going to be bright red..." another wet lick.

"Oh yes! Please. Please let me..."

"Hmmm." Hannah continued to lick as the teacher begged and writhed under her tongue. After a few moments my fiancee relented.

"Cum for me, Kay."

The older woman groaned and went rigid, then her hips and thighs and abdomen began to quake uncontrollably as the orgasm rolled through her core. Her breath came in desperate gulps as she quivered and shook. At last she went limp, spent and exhausted.

Hannah sat back on the mattress and swiped the back of her hand over her wet lips, wiping away the traces of Kay's climax. She looked energized and intrigued by her new power.

"Are we done, Kay? Is there anything else?" she asked.

"No, Mistress. We're done. Thank you so much. It all meant so much to me."

"The hell you're done!" I growled, climbing up on the bed behind Hannah. "Hands and knees." I gestured to where Kay was recovering on the mattress.

Hannah looked back at me, puzzled, but a gentle shove clarified my demand. She took to her hands and knees above Kay, her face above Kay's, Hannah's knees spread on either side of the submissive teacher's hips.

It was all I could to do be gentle as I inserted my cock into Hannah's wet pussy. After that, gentleness took a back seat to an urgent, too-long-denied, intense fucking. She was more than ready for my lust and pushed back eagerly. I heard her moan in appreciation and her cunt squeezed around me.

"Ahh...yes...right there." she gasped. Peering around Hannah's body I could see Kay's arm moving, could feel her fingers near my cock as I thrust into my fiancee. Felt that wet pussy tighten as Kay ran knowing fingertips over Hannah's clit while I filled her. The sounds of Hannah's panting were momentarily silenced as Kay guided her face in for another deep, wet kiss. Hannah was being double-teamed from above and below, and was loving every moment and every sensation.

Hannah went off first, moaning and stiffening and spasming and gripping me, sending me over the edge as well. I grunted and came, filling her. When I collapsed back onto the mattress, Hannah fell forward onto Kay, who wrapped her up in a welcome embrace. I could see my cum dribbling slowly out of Hannah's sex and onto the smooth-shaved mound of my submissive school teacher. I couldn't imagine a more powerful, more satisfying sight.

The three of us remained on the bed, recovering ourselves.

"Things will be different from now on. I promise." Hannah said, smiling wearily at Kay.

"Please...not too different, Mistress. I need you to be who you are so I can be who I am."

I was relieved to hear the two women getting along...my biggest headache had resolved itself nicely. I figured I'd hang onto Kay's naughty pictures and Hannah's lewd video for a while longer, though. There was no telling what the future would bring...

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