She adjusted Yollanda's angle across her lap so that there was more room to spread her legs. With little slaps to the inner thighs, she made her spankee move her left leg until her hip was hard up against Zoey's stomach, then the right leg as far as it would go without Yollanda falling off her lap. Knowing what kind of spanking this would be, the other four women moved behind Yollanda and saw how completely exposed her vulva was for whatever Zoey wanted to do.
What happened was quite simple. Zoey gave Yollanda a classic erotic spanking, just the way Zoey had always dreamed of it being done to herself. "They say it's more blessed to give than to receive", she thought. Before any smacks landed, she stroked the bottom and thighs laid out for her, running a finger down each inner thigh unhurriedly. Yollanda moaned and trembled.
Then the spanks began very lightly, and gradually getting stronger. It was quite a while before the stinging was enough to make Yollanda gasp and squirm a little. Zoey switched back to the same kind of stroking as before, but followed with one upward brush of her fingertips along Yollanda's labia, as an indication of things to come.
The next round of spanking was stronger and caused a lot of mewing and gasping from the spankee. But it was followed by unabashed caresses of her vulva.
Yollanda didn't try to fight the sensations as Talia had. This felt incredibly good! She was a young bi-girl over a lesbian's lap having her bodily sensations completely manipulated; she didn't care what anyone thought, but just moaned and squeaked contentedly.
When her sounds reached a certain pitch, Zoey would switch back to spanking, each time harder. After a few cycles, she was smacking her naked victim's bottom very hard indeed. Yollanda would have been yelling blue murder if the endorphins released by her sexual ecstasy were not acting as a natural anasthetic and tranquilizer. Instead the sounds she made while being spanked became more and more similar to those she made when being caressed.
When Yollanda's bottom was very red and her gasps took on a breathless quality, Zoey kept her hand stroking the smaller of her two targets until there was a pronounced trembling in the naked body over her lap, and a long high-pitched keening was heard from its owner.
When she sat up, Yollanda's face was red and damp. Her wide eyes looking at Zoey spoke of gratitude and appreciation, but she was panting too much to get any words out.
"You'll spoil her!" said Superbitch. Yollanda knew her final spanking from the strong blonde executive, when it came, would not be anywhere near as cosy.
"Do you want to go straight on to Talia?" Avril asked Zoey.
"No, she'll keep. Give Linda another session."
As Avril and Superbitch for the second time approached Linda's naked form, she instinctively covered her somewhat sore breasts. "Don't worry" said Avril, "we'll leave your poor boobies alone this time. Superbitch, in the sideboard you'll find a switch I cut this morning. Why don't you fetch it?"
"With pleasure" exclaimed the costumed blonde. It was thin, green and very whippy - Superbitch's practice stroke produced a high-pitched whistle. "Can I have a turn using it?"
"You can do ALL the switching" said Avril. "I want to look into dear Linda's face as she feels it. And I'll do what you did before - make sure she stands still for her punishment."
It was plain to Linda that being on the losing team was a bad outcome today. Made to stand with her hands behind her head, she braced herself for the switch. When it came, it's incredible sting was something she was quite unprepared for. It wasn't that it hurt more than flat instruments, but it was a different kind of piercing pain that caused a reaction throughout her body. Tears sprang to her eyes right away, along with a feeling between them that she was going to sneeze.
The thin red line the switch made on her bottom didn't ease at first, but stung at full intensity for about ten seconds. Unfortunately for Linda, the second stroke came sooner than that, and so did the third. So the fiery sensation kept building and building. At the fourth stroke her yelps became a full-on scream, and she dropped her hands protectively to her bottom. She couldn't bear the prospect of the pain rising yet another step.
Avril said to Superbitch "You ought to slow it down, and let her feel each lash."
"OK" Linda's tormentor replied. "But even so, it was naughty of her to cover her behind. Perhaps you should hold her hands."
"I've got a better idea" said Avril. "The threat of getting her pussy slapped made her stand still for her last penalty. Linda, if you drop your hands again or turn away from the switch, I'm going to smack you hard between your legs. Stand with your feet further apart."
"OK... OK..." Linda gasped and sniffled, "I'll be good. But PLEASE slow it down."
"All right, but you're getting thirty lashes of the switch. It's going to go on longer at a slow pace."
Superbitch resumed stinging Linda's naked bottom, waiting about thirty seconds each time. Avril watched her friend's face - at each stroke she either gasped wide-eyed or gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly. Then as she waited for the stinging to die down and the next stroke to come, she looked into Avril's eyes sadly, with tears starting to drip down.
"You made ME cry with the hairbrush that time" said Avril smiling, although she did feel considerable sympathy with her friend. But painful punishments were what they had formed the club for. It made the games exciting, knowing that what happened to the losers would really hurt.
Superbitch managed to accurately whip the crease between her victim's bottom and thighs. Linda screamed again, bent forward, and her hands left her head. She managed to stop them going all the way to her bottom and then quickly resumed the stance she had been ordered to keep. But she knew this wouldn't be good enough for her tormentors. Avril pulled back her hand and slapped upwards hard, onto Linda's vulva.
"Oooww!" The naked woman's knees buckled a little as she felt another new and distinctly unpleasant sensation. It didn't hurt as much as the switch, but it was such an intimate and personal attack, she didn't want it to happen again. The dilemma posed by her punishers in front and behind made her tears flow again. She kept still until the rest of the thirty fierce lashes of the whippy switch had been delivered.
The white lotion was really needed - Linda's bottom was covered in thin parallel red lines. Avril applied the medication with a soothing voice "I think that's enough for you now. I feel quite satisfied with my payback. One sore bottom deserves another!"
Standing off to the side, watching all this, was a certain naked and nervous redhead. And now Zoey approached her, rubbing her hands together. "Strange as it may seem, Talia" she said, "I'm not going to hurt you at all."
Talia was not comforted in the least by Zoey's statement. She knew what it meant - the young lesbian was going to humiliate her as much as possible. And it wouldn't be hard. Talia's natural inclination was to the dominant side, and being the naked plaything of a girl new to the club and younger than herself was going to be embarrassing.
Zoey, for her part, wanted to further molest the redhead, more for her tall statuesque body than a wish to dominate her. But she ordered Talia to lean back against the table and put her hands behind her. Talia had to arch her back, thrusting her breasts and vagina forward for whatever Zoey's keen hand might do.
Not everything Zoey did to Talia can be described without turning this story into plain old hardcore porn. Let's just say she didn't keep to the outside surfaces of the body submitted to her, and that she didn't use only her hands. Talia knew the other women were keenly watching for any kind of positive reaction to these stimuli, ready to laugh and jeer. That was what she strenuously wanted to avoid, and what Zoey wanted to achieve.
Talia, like all the women in the club but Zoey, was bisexual. She was single, but only because she thought (like Ayn Rand's character Dagny Taggart) that she had never met a man she couldn't squash ten of. So she wasn't repulsed by being touched by another female, just mortified by being the nude and helpless toy, forced to submit her body and being made to feel what this young girl wanted her to feel. If she had been ordering Zoey to do the exact same things, for her pleasure, it would have been quite different.
Conversely, Zoey went to the principally submissive space in her head. She imagined she was being made to pleasure her Mistress. If she didn't give good service she would be whipped. So she was doing everything she knew that would bring a woman to orgasm.
How could Talia resist such determination? She tried thinking of other things, depressing things, repellent things. But whenever Zoey switched to something new, the pleasure would break into her consciousness. In the end when she lost the fight, and spasms of satisfaction spread from her womb to the rest of her body, she tried to conceal it. But her knees trembled and a few brief sounds were forced from her throat. There was applause from the audience of four, and a beaming grin from Zoey.
But Zoey didn't stop. The idea of 'one climax and it's over' was a male thing that Zoey had never been influenced by. Dismayed, Talia realised she was going to be pushed further and further, for as long as her tormentor wanted. The red blush of defeat on her face was going to stay there for a while.
After Talia shuddered and ground her teeth a second time, Zoey said "You may as well carry on with any other penalties, I'm going to be at this for a while."
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