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 Sally, splayed out on the trestle 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," I commented softly.

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?" I asked her casually.

"No, Papa. It was not enjoyable," she replied softly, the first glimmers of doubt creeping into her voice.

"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 polite, 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?" My voice had risen gradually but 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 own daughter," she quailed. "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.