Chapter Two-3
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So a careful palpation of her targets revealed considerably more swelling than the domme had intended her charge to have at this early stage in a long evening of painful attention to her poor backside. This prompted a spontaneous change in plans, and the older woman stepped away to pull up a chair and sit down where she had just been standing. Then she surprised and confused her charge, whose brightly flushing and tear-stained face and piteous blue eyes were visible against the backdrop of her inverted skirts between her violently spread legs. Frances reached out with her left hand while carefully watching her student’s face and inserted her index finger into Lady Amelia’s virginal v****a, allowing her thumb to come to rest on the swollen c******s. These two experienced digits then began their very practiced stimulation of the special anatomical structures their owner knew to bring passionate females their greatest pleasure.
Its owner gasped at the pleasure of this contact, but soon her spanking continued, albeit less fiercely. From this almost vertical angle and with a much shorter swing, it was much harder to generate a forceful swat, as the Headmistress well knew. So as she intended the additional hundred spanks were to be a fraction of the intensity of the first half. After all, she had many more painful plans for these perfect buttocks that evening before they would finally be allowed to rest in whatever peace they could find after their introduction to the Institute’s version of corporal punishment.
The domme made up for this in part by directing most of the next dose to the backs and inner aspects of her victim’s thighs, a place Amelia had never been spanked before. But this unaccustomed pain proved just as shamefully exciting as having her buttocks belabored. By the second hundredth blow the young blonde’s cries of distress changed to those of erotic release. For the next minute, our heroine was fingered to by far the best orgasm of her young life as the final spanks of her first full aliquot of Mistress Frances’ discipline fell on her quivering ass and thighs until all was silent.
Lady Amelia was in a welter of powerful feelings that she had never before experienced in the wake of her spanking and pleasuring. She was embarrassed even further by finding herself babbling, “Oh, God, Thank you, Mistress, thank you so much for...well...everything! I am so sorry I didn’t answer your questions...I don’t frankly understand why, but my tongue seemed...paralyzed when you asked about how I’d been spanked. I guess it felt so personal, but now, given what just happened, that seems a bit silly, so I’ll try my best to tell you anything about myself and my past that you wish to know.”
The seated domme smiled, frankly a bit relieved to find that her new student was capable of articulate speech. The previous few minutes had been a bit of a revelation to Frances as well. In over a decade of processing at least a hundred young ladies through the Institute, she had never encountered one who climaxed as powerfully as Amelia during her very first spanking. It was the Headmistress’ pattern to enjoy first punishing the students she termed ‘dirty girls’, her personal code for the rare young women who found being spanked to be sexually arousing. Only after their spankings were complete would she then attend to the organ between their legs and take her enjoyment of controlling their pleasure just as she had dictated their pain. Something about the sweet submissive responsiveness of Lady Amelia had prompted the domme to experiment for the first time with combining the two, and the results had been nothing short of spectacular in both of the participants’ minds.
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