Carla stood at the full length mirror, looking back over her shoulder and assessing the damage to her buttocks. It had been two days since her ‘introduction’ to Dominic and the bruising from his vigorous application of the leather strap was really deepening. She looked over at Sammi laying on her stomach, naked. Her buttocks sported several broad bruises, though not as deep red as Carla’s.
“If Dominic is my assistant, why is it that we are the ones with bruised butts, and he got to fuck us both?” Carla mused. “I think it’s time we evened the score a little, don’t you?”
Sammi turned her head to look at her lover and boss as she twisted and turned to inspect her damaged rear. “I love you with a well-thrashed arse, and you love getting it that way, so don’t make out you’re the martyr here,” she said. “unless you want another whupping? I didn’t get to use the crop on your little arsehole, after all!”
Carla smiled, “Nice idea, but I’ve got a meeting and now I need to wear a longer skirt, thanks to young Dominic. Just make sure he’s well aware of his status in this firm, that’s all. I don’t want him getting cocky unless I say so, right?” Sammi murmured something as she closed her eyes to go back to sleep. At that Carla grabbed the crop from the side table and quickly stepped over to the bed. She whipped the crop down across Sammi’s pert buttocks. “Same goes for you, Sammi. Remember who really calls the shots!” Sammi yelped and buried her face in the pillow, tensing for another blow. Carla appraised the soft cheeks before her. She trailed a finger down Sammi’s cleft to tease her anal rosebud. “Now that you mention it, I think a little anal spanking is well in order for someone before the day gets going. Up on your knees!”
Sammi was slow to respond, so Carla gave her another sharp smack across the bottom of her buttocks, right in the crease of her thighs. “Okay, okay!” Sammi cried, swiftly rising onto her knees and presenting her buttocks for the crop. She spread her knees and dipped her back to spread open her cleft and reveal her tight little hole. “Jeez, someone needs another fucking!” she muttered under her breath, then yelped again as the leather flap of the crop smacked onto her anus.
“I heard that, thank you!” said Carla, as she whipped her lover’s anus twice more before shifting her aim to whip the crop across her luscious cheeks, raising a dozen fresh welts to colour the flesh once more. Sammi cried out at each blow, but thrust up for more each time. Finally, Carla dropped the crop. “We will have to finish this later. I’m late for my meeting now. Keep it warm for me!” she laughed, as she grabbed her things and let the room.
Alone now, Sammi rolled onto her back, lifted her knees and dropped her hand between her legs. As she stroked herself she mulled over the best way to bring Dominic to his knees whilst extracting the most pleasure for herself and Carla. Her thoughts kept returning to the feeling of his cock fucking her from behind as Carla licked her pussy, and of him fucking Carla as her legs were held high and apart. She knew she had to reverse that role somehow, and bend him to her will. She smiled as an idea came to her and she increased the friction of her fingers on her nub as the plan formed in her mind.
Part G for the A to Z Challenge
The story starts here with Anticipation