The Island

The Island by Wild Rose

For disclaimers see part I

Part VIII: Of Pride and Passion

Ani and Ika had just reached the car park after a relatively short but remarkable council session. They closed the doors to the solar hover car and put their seat belts on. The taller woman fussed with the unfamiliar material covering her legs, it had been years since she had last worn any clothes. The safety belt pressed her linen shirt close to her skin – all this cloth surrounding her made her feel confined. In time, she would get over it. Her Mistress wanted her body covered, so that’s what she would do. She would do anything to make her Mistress happy.

“I never would have thought that the others would unanimously approve of your proposal, Ika.”

She said this more out of a need to pass the two and a half hours they at least would need to reach their destination than to get more information, after all she had been present during the session.

“If not for the numerous complaints filed against Supervisor Jolene our proposal wouldn’t have stood a chance. We challenged one of the oldest rules of our society, and there is no guarantee that it will work out.”

“I know, my love, but considering Jolene’s rather consistent behavioural patterns, we shouldn’t have any problems, and then we will get the chance to make things easier for a lot of people in the Island. Jolene isn’t the only bad apple.”

“Yes, I know, Ani, but we also base a lot on the difficult relationship between Kathryn and Jolene.”

“I’m sure that everything will work out, my Mistress.”

~*~

Kathryn had remade the bed with fresh sheets and put the pillows in the centre of the bed; she lay with her legs and arms held in a spread-eagled position ready to be bound. Shortly after, the Supervisor entered the room, her arms full of equipment from the closet. She dropped it all at the foot of the bed between Kathryn’s legs.

Chris recognised the big butt plug from the day before, a three-inch broad leather strap, three very long, smooth leather thongs, one of the inflatable phallus gags, and the key to the manacles.

Supervisor Jolene first closed the steel cuffs around Kathryn’s ankles, shortening the chains fixing them to the bedpost to keep her Mistress’ legs more effectively apart. She did the same to the ones holding the dark haired woman’s arms. She then inserted and fastened the gag.

“I will now punish your disobedience, my pet. One hundred and fifty strokes with the razor strap should do it.”

The woman with the mousy brown hair said in a voice that she probably intended should sound ominous or perhaps even seductive. To Chris is just sounded like deliberate, senseless torture.

From where she was standing she had a brilliant view of her Mistress’ body and her face. Though her features were distorted by the inflated gag, in her eyes the tall woman was still the most beautiful person she could imagine.

Supervisor Jolene picked up the broad leather strap and began to systematically beat Kathryn’s buttocks. Chris’ range of view narrowed to the square foot of her Mistress’ behind. The strap worked its way up from the upper part of the thighs to the lower back. Twenty strokes in three minutes forty-three seconds. The head of Supervisors then worked downwards and before she had reached her starting point, the first drops of blood were trailing down her Mistress’ hips.

The beating continued without regard to the blood now flowing freely and covering almost the whole length of the strap. This time she was slightly faster, three minutes thirty-six seconds. Without pause the strap made its way up and down again. A few strokes later, the woman stopped.

“I think you need a break, my pet. And I need something to drink.”

She left the room, chuckling darkly.

Chris looked at her Mistress’ eyes, something she had avoided until then. Her eyes were glowing silver with suppressed fury and the blonde did what came natural to her: The tall woman may have been bound and bleeding but she still was her Mistress and she always would be. She took two steps closer to the head of the bed, knelt down and searched eye contact with her. This was the only way she could think of to convey her respect.

When Supervisor Jolene returned, Chris didn’t bother to acknowledge her arrival, not even with the turn of her head. She kept her eyes trained on Kathryn’s. She felt her Mistress’ strength. The blonde knew that the remaining almost seventy strokes still would be hard to take. They were likely to cause grave injury if not permanent damage but her Mistress would never beg for mercy. She was determined to give her as much support as she could without disappointing her Mistress once again by interfering.

“Kathy, Kathy, your ass really isn’t looking too good. But it can’t be helped, my pet. Justice has to be satisfied.”

Kathryn returned Chris’ encouraging gaze and though the sound of the strap hitting raw flesh faded to the background but the blonde kept counting. Surprisingly, Supervisor Jolene really stopped after the one hundred and fiftieth stroke. She heard the strap hitting the floor and then the woman’s voice,

“Take a few deep breaths, my pet. I will fill you up,” Kathryn’s body jerked and Chris knew that this could only have been the butt plug, “to keep your mind off the pain. Enjoy, while I prepare the next part of your punishment.”

Chris still didn’t take her eyes off her Mistress’ blue orbs but she could hear the head of Supervisors fussing with something at the foot of the bed. She presumed it were the three leather straps but didn’t have the faintest idea of what she could be doing. Five minutes later, yes, exactly five minutes, she felt someone at her side and a braided leather strap was dangled in her line of sight.

“You know, Kathy, if I didn’t know how much this stupid, liberal Elder is gone on her pet Ani, I’d think that she has her eyes on you. She convinced the others to give Domain 1 to you in the first place, and she keeps on protecting you. With the video tapes she also sent an amendment to your personal file, prohibiting the use of a single tail whip for discipline or other purposes. So, you sure can understand that I had to improvise. This should do as a substitute, don’t you think?”

The three leather straps had been skilfully woven in a smooth braid, four feet long and less than half an inch in circumference. The woman flicked her wrist and the tip of the improvised whip hit the upper part of Chris’ right breast. The pain was incredible, three times as much as the welcome whipping. She instinctively shrank back but brought herself under control before she lost her balance. Kathryn was screaming through her gag and pulling wildly at the chains holding her.

“Oh, calm down, my pet, it was just an accident.” Supervisor Jolene patted Chris’ head with a false smile and bent down to inspect her handiwork. “No harm done here. The mark will be gone in no longer than three days. But I really have to congratulate myself. This little thing really has all the qualities of a single tail whip. – And now, my misguided pet, another one hundred and fifty strokes on your back for neglecting your duty as an Instructor.”

Chris had re-established eye-contact with her Mistress and for the fraction of a heartbeat thought to see something close to fear flickering in her still silver glowing eyes. Every once in a while the blonde couldn’t resist the temptation to look at the prone woman’s back.

She had started at the lower back and worked her way upwards, only hitting the left side of the broad back. The tip of the whip hit the spine and its length wrapped itself halfway round the side. From the first set of twenty-five strokes, Chris could see that keeping still put a lot more strain on her Mistress than the previous punishment had and the hatred the blonde harboured for the mousy haired woman grew. Supervisor Jolene walked around the bed to the other side and this time started from the top. Every line was at the same height than its partner on the other side, only overlapping in the middle of the back, on the spine. That’s where Kathryn’s skin broke the first time, on the small of her back.

The woman stopped and got herself another drink, the fifth if Chris had not miscounted. She half drained it and started again. The next set crossed the first lash marks at a 60° angle, drawing blood with every stroke. She looked more relaxed the more the blood flowed and Chris wanted nothing but to spring to her feet and throttle the woman and throw her out the third floor window. She hoped she might be stomped on by stampeding farm animals and then being drawn and quartered, with her remains being eaten alive by red ants. ‘Where were all these violent images coming from?’

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open and the voice of Elder Ika ordered. “Stop it, Jolene, immediately!”

But the woman didn’t stop, she continued with her systematic beating as if nothing had happened. Chris turned her head and saw the silver haired woman nod towards the one she knew was Elder Ani, though she had some difficulties to recognise her with clothes on.

Ani stepped behind the supervisor, grabbed her right, whip wielding arm, and turned it on her back as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Only then did the smaller woman look up, she seemed confused at all the people suddenly standing in the room or the doorway.

“I’m dealing with my pet. She is mine and you are not allowed to interfere. Get out.”

“Supervisor Cassandra, would you please get a set of hand cuffs from the other room. – Supervisor Jolene, by order of the Council of Elders you are under arrest for abuse of office, embezzlement, unwarranted cruelty, and as far as I see at least two counts of disobedience.”

By now, the woman obviously had enough of her sense of reality back to understand the seriousness of the charges brought against her and she stopped fighting the other elder and didn’t resist when the hand cuffs closed around her wrists but she still had some fire left in her.

“Venerable elder, I protest. It is my right to discipline my charge as I see fit,” the impression of sanity didn’t hold or it might have been the alcohol speaking because she continued, “or did you, old flossy, change the laws just to have a better chance at my Kathy as your new plaything?”

Ani kicked her in the hollow of her knees and she landed hard on the floor. “I think we can add disrespect and a breech of the language code to the charges, Mistress.”

“Yes, Ani, I think we should. Cassandra, Kathryn is in need of medical attention.”

“Already taken care of, Madam. They should be here any minute. May I please undo her restraints, venerable elder?” The redhead asked and moved to the bed.

Ika stopped her with a raised hand. “Jolene, this is your chance to make amends. Release Kathryn from her guilt and I will forget what you just said to me.”

The kneeling woman bit her lower lip but finally she looked the elder in the eyes and said. “Kathryn, your debt is paid in full.”

“You may now release her, Cassandra.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

~*~

Two hours and almost fourteen minutes later the doctors and nurses finally had finished tending to Kathryn. She had only been allowed to speak with the elders after she had promised that she would return to her bed immediately after their departure with the head of Supervisors, or more accurately the former head of Supervisors and that she would stay there for at least thirty-six hours, take her painkillers, and rest. They also had said that it wouldn’t be enough to help her heal but they obviously knew her stubborn and proud Mistress good enough to know that this was all they would get.

Ani, Ika, and Cookie were sitting at the dining table drinking tea when Kathryn and Chris entered.

“Take a seat if you like, Kathryn.”

“If you don’t mind I would prefer to stand.” The black haired woman answered with an embarrassed smile that touched Chris’ heart.

“Yes, of course. Cassandra and Charlene already filled us in on the progress of Project Genesis. We also had a look at Jolene’s preliminary report. Your safety precautions worked, she didn’t even suspect a thing.

“Jolene has been secured to the car and will stand trial in front of the Council of Elders the day after tomorrow. There have been serious charges filed against her for abuse of power and favouritism.

“Officially, we came here to question her about the accusations. There is not much we can do to make her pay for the excess of violence she unleashed on you but by beating your back she openly disobeyed two council orders: The first against the use of a single tail whip and the second against the beating of your back. Our senior consultant made it abundantly clear that there’s a great risk of a spine injury. And your doctor just let me know that you probably will have some new scars showing for your recent ordeal. Do you want to press charges against your former Mistress?”

“No, Madam, not on my behalf, but when she was showing me her new toy, this short whip she used on my back, she hit my Initiate resulting in the mark on Chris’ right breast. She claims that it was an accident but she is far too good at what she’s doing for this to be true. I already had Eileen, the doctor take some photos as evidence that the same instrument was used.

“It probably won’t be enough to also charge her with abusing the charge of another Mistress but at least, it should help further your case, venerable elder, along with the punishment log you will find among her personal things. It contains a complete list of the punishments and other beatings her other charges and I received over the years and you can be sure that it greatly differs from the official logs.”

“Why didn’t you tell us before?” Ani asked.

“Supervisor Jolene never crossed the line to maiming. She skirted it a few times but she never crossed it in my presence, so, there was nothing I could do. But what made the council change its mind about the non-interference law?”

“They didn’t, not really. The rumours about Jolene and her inhuman treatment of those she should care about began to reach even the most conservative of our Council companions. She was getting more and more out of hand and they agreed to an investigation. At least they also gave us carte blanche should we find her in a compromising situation. What she did to you, Kathryn, lent more credibility to the charges already made and the two cases of disobedience have sealed her fate.”

“What will happen to her, Madam?”

“Do you still feel loyal to her, Kathryn?”

“I never was loyal to her as a person. I never trusted her but I respect the Supervisor and the Mistress.”

“You respect what she was, not who she is. That’s a wise distinction, Kathryn. As to what will happen to her: I don’t know. It’s hard to tell and a lot will depend on the psychologist assigned to evaluate her. It will be up to her to decide if Jolene can be punished or should be treated. Personally, I think she is seriously cracked. One day, she may once again be a productive member of our society but in any case we will make sure that she never again will hold a position of power. We will now return to headquarters, and you, Kathryn, should go back to bed and take some painkillers.”

“Yes, Madam; and thank you for coming this quickly.”

“You are welcome, Kathryn.”

~*~

The tall woman kept her promise. She returned to her bed after freeing Chris from her restraints and the ball gag and stayed there until the next evening. She answered some of the blonde’s questions about what had just happened and probably would happen to the former head of Supervisors, about Project Genesis and other things concerning life on the Island and in Safe Heaven. But most of the time the tall woman was asleep or sleepy due to the sedative Eileen snuck into her painkillers. She even told her about the scars on her back and the rest of her history with the former head of Supervisors.

After exactly thirty-six hours, she left the bed and told Chris that it now was time for her to be punished for disobedience and for acting impulsively. The blonde expected to find herself bend over the high-backed chair but instead was led to the bathroom.

“I will now bathe you and clean you, inside and out. Then you will spend some time in an isolation cell, immobilised.”

“Mistress, please, could you not just whip me or something?” Chris begged.

A hard slap landed on her buttocks and made her skin burn, reviving the pain from her punishment the morning before. Because of her Mistress confinement she hadn’t had any maintenance spankings, and most of the time she didn’t feel it. Her skin should have regenerated by now but obviously it had not.

“Still think so, Chris?” The blonde just shock her head in defeat.

“Let’s start, shall we? Bent over and support yourself against the rim of the tub. I’ll give you an enema.” Chris instinctively clenched her arse cheeks. “Don’t worry, we’ll go slowly. I will not hurt you.”

Chris tried to relax while the other woman filled the enema bag with warm soapy water, coated the nozzle with lubricant, and put some of the gel on the younger woman’s sphincter.

“Open your legs a bit more; that will make it easier, much easier. Yes, relax.”

Only the first quarter inch of the nozzle entered easily. Kathryn began to gently massage the slightly hurting buttocks of her charge, and soon had the desired effect. It slowly went in and she opened the valve. Chris’ reactions made it easy to discern when the first drop reached its goal.

“It’s all right, Chris. Hold your position. The bag wasn’t full. I know you can take it.”

Kathryn continued the gentle massage and the younger woman once again relaxed. About fifteen minutes later she pulled the nozzle out and told Chris to sit on the toilet and let it go.

“Resume position, Chris.”

The blonde obeyed and Kathryn repeated the procedure, this time with clear water. Chris now knew that she had nothing to fear but the other woman still kept her soothing words and actions up. The next quarter hour passed faster than Chris would have thought.

Her Mistress then ordered her to climb into the big round Jacuzzi like tub and wait. Kathryn stripped, climbed in behind her and took a thin hose from its holder at the wall. Kneeling, the blonde sat between her legs and she ordered her to lean against her upper body.

“What are you doing now, Mistress?”

“It’s called a vaginal douche, Chris. Just lean against me and spread your legs as far as possible. Put your hands on the edge of the tub. Yes, that’s it. Now they won’t be in the way.” She put her arms around the younger woman’s torso and pushed a button on the hose. A thin jet of warm water hit the younger woman’s lower legs. She held it there for a couple of minutes and then aimed higher. “Do you like the temperature, Chris?”

“Yes Mistress. It feels good.”

Kathryn stopped the water flow and began to gently stroke the other woman’s stomach between her navel and her curly blonde bush.

“Relax, Chris.”

She slowly inserted the tip of the hose between Chris’ nether lips and once again let the water come, with a bit more force than last time. She rotated the hose and massaged the blonde’s inner walls, eliciting low moans from her.

This was torture but Chris also felt cared for and loved and somehow cherished. Her head was resting between her Mistress’ breasts. She closed her eyes and envisioned kissing and suckling the still marked flesh but she also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t be allowed to do it. It was too early in their relationship. ‘Did they even have a relationship?’

Chris knew what she wanted, and she knew that her Mistress felt equally attracted to her; she even seemed to share her sense of belonging. But when all was said and done, it wouldn’t be up to her to do the next step, and this was just how it should be. Was it?

Twenty minutes and eighteen seconds later, her Mistress pushed the button to stop the water and instead activated the overhead shower. The water had the same temperature as before and cascaded over them. They didn’t move and her Mistress kept the gentle rubbing up. She slowly changed their position until they were standing and her body was washed and then tenderly dried with a big fluffy towel.

“Follow me; we have to go to the basement.”

“Is there really no other way, Mistress?”

“I rarely change my mind when I have decided on a punishment. No one likes to be left alone in the dark, believe me I know but I also know that you’re very brave. You can take it. I know you can.”

“I’ll try, Mistress.”

The basement was everything Chris had it not expected to be. It was clean and bright with a broad corridor and about a dozen doors. The concrete floor was cold to her feet but she tried to ignore it. She couldn’t help being afraid of what was awaiting her.

Kathryn led her to a square room that was different. The walls were solid, smooth, and pitch black. There was a low table right in the middle of the room, the size of a double bed with countless leather cuffs and straps embedded in the surface. At her Mistress demand she lay down in the centre. Kathryn first pushed her a few inches up with an ease that still surprised the younger woman. She fastened one strap around her neck and then another over her forehead.

Cuff by cuff and step by step Chris was immobilised until she couldn’t move a muscle. But her Mistress was far from being finished with her.

“The next step is a bit uncomfortable. You will have to stay like this for at least forty-eight hours. I now will insert a catheter, so you will not have to worry about having to go to the toilet. Tell me what was on your mind while we were in the bathroom just now.”

The blonde blushed and then felt a sharp pain, like a prick with a needle.

“That’s it, Chris. Now we will have to make sure that you don’t get dehydrated. The IV-line will give you all the fluids you need, along with a few nutritional supplements, just to be on the safe side. You can rant and shout and cry as much as you want to. The room is 100% soundproof. There are surveillance cameras in every corner to make sure that you are all right. Be brave, my Chris.”

Kathryn kissed her on the strap on her forehead, on both eyes, and turned the key in the door after shutting off the lights.

She was alone. Her legs were spread wide; cool air was hitting her nether lips. She soon needed to pee and found that there was very little she could do to stop the trickle of urine down to the bag attached to the catheter. It was embarrassing but she still couldn’t find it in her heart to feel degraded or humiliated. Her Mistress had told her that she was strong enough to take this punishment and she was determined not to disappoint her.

~*~

“Kat, why don’t you go to bed and try to get some sleep.”

“If I were able to sleep, Linda, I wouldn’t be here, staring at this monitor.” The dark haired woman answered with irritation audible in her voice.

“Kat! I’m not your enemy.” The visibly pregnant woman answered. “You shouldn’t have sent me away this time, my friend. I thought you trusted me.”

“I didn’t want to send you away. I trust you. You should know….”

The tall woman peeled her eyes off the surveillance screen and looked at the brown orbs and tanned face of her favourite doctor.

“You’re good, Lindy, really good. You almost got me. I knew you were itching to show to her that she no longer has any hold on you but how was I supposed to explain your cute little tummy without telling her about Project Genesis?”

“It certainly would have been a tough sell, that’s for sure. The Island never had to cope with the possibility of offspring before, and there are quiet a few people who certainly would feel threatened by crying babies and toddlers and pre-school kids running around on the Island any time soon.”

Linda answered but without giving the seriousness of her statement a chance to sink in. Kathryn and the Council of Elders knew better than anyone else what was at stake with this top secret program.

“You know I only wanted to goad you but at least it worked. You finally took your eyes off that damned monitor.”

“I’m a pain, right?”

“Kat, you were a pain from the first moment I met you but, hey, you have a way of growing on people. And to answer your question: yes, you can be single-minded and obsessive. So, what is so special about her? What made you choose the isolation test as a punishment? It’s supposed to be the last step before the final Initiation.”

“It’s a punishment, nothing more, Linda.”

The brunette shrugged her shoulders and was about to turn around and leave the room when Kathryn said. “All right, I give in.”

“Took you long enough, my friend.”

“After she tackled Supervisor Jolene she expected to be punished, she even expected to be sent back and executed. But how can I punish her for stopping what in her eyes was a brutal rape? She really has a knack for putting me between a rock and a hard place concerning her punishments.

“Since we came here all she has done has been out of concern for me but I still have to uphold our laws. The skin of her backside was still too tender from her last punishment to stand much… I just thought it was the best solution.”

“And now the truth, oh Mistress of evasiveness.” Linda said with a smile, her warm hazel eyes laughing at the taller woman.

“You don’t let me get away with much, do you?”

“It’s a tough job but someone has to do it. Kat, the way you just looked at the screen told me enough. I don’t need more explanations; I just thought you might want to talk about it.”

“How can you fall in love with someone you don’t know, someone who even doesn’t know herself? I never felt this way about anyone and it’s against everything I believe in, Linda, but she completes me.”

~*~

At least forty-eight hours, two whole days.

Chris had tried to keep track of time but her usually accurate sense had left her shortly after the fourth hour of being left in the dark. She was surrounded by blackness, all she could hear was the sound of her heart and her blood rushing through her veins. All she could smell was her own sweat and fear and lingering arousal and a faint hint of the soap her Mistress had used to bathe her.

Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.

She wanted to resent her M… Kathryn for what she made her go through. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg her to give her more proof that she was hers. She wanted to slap her. She wanted to wake up at her side, wake up with her, every day for the rest of her life. She wanted to hear Kathryn beg for mercy at her command. She wanted to spend her evenings kissing the dark beauty. She wanted to spend her time worshipping her Mistress and lover.

She wanted her to be both; but could she really do it?

She replayed the events since her first encounter with Kathryn over and over again. She had seen her Mistress bristling with confidence and she had seen her fighting not to be conquered by pain. She had seen her administering the welcome whipping in an almost business like manner and the memory of the almost negligent flick on her breast with Supervisor Jolene’s improvised whip had taught her how lucky she had been. With one stroke the tall woman could have drawn blood and marked her for weeks.

She was thankful to her Mistress but it also was more than that. It was all so confusing.

~*~

A square of light signalled that the door had been opened. She in vain had tried to close her eyes in time. The door closed and the light slowly changed from pitch black to light grey. She felt a familiar presence. The straps holding her down were opened one after the other and soon only those around her neck, wrists, and ankles were left.

The IV-line was removed. One hand was stroking her lower body. The catheter was yanked out without as much as a ‘plop’. Chris had her eyes closed, still not sure if she should condemn or thank her Mistress for this experience. One by one the rest of her restraints were removed but Chris didn’t move until she heard her Mistress’ order.

“Chris, try to sit up.”

She struggled to do as she had been ordered and quickly a very familiar hand was supporting her. She tried to get on her feet but only succeeded in getting her feet on the ground. She collapsed and would have hit the ground if not for Kathryn’s strong arms.

“It’s all right. I’ve got you. It’s over. Justice is satisfied and your debt has been paid in full. You were very brave.” She kissed the blonde on her forehead and on both eyes.

Chris didn’t want to move, she felt safe in her Mistress’ arms but her body acted almost on its own accord. She dropped to her knees and wrapped both arms around her, pressing her tear stained face against the taller woman’s stomach.

“I missed you so much, Mistress. Please, don’t leave me, don’t send me away. I want to be yours in every sense. I love you, Mistress.”

Kathryn was stunned into speechlessness by the surprising confession. Usually this time in solitary darkness put some distance between a mistress and her charge. She had expected to find Chris full of resentment and anger.

“You don’t have to share my feelings. I know someone as beautiful and kind as you can have whomever she wants. I belong to you, Mistress. I want to be your slave.”

Chris continued with conviction and let her arms drop in defeat when she felt her Mistress’ body stiffen.

Kathryn took a step back and got down on one knee. “Chris look at me.” The blond head only hung lower at the command and she took it in both hands to make Chris meet her eyes. “You will never be my slave, Chris, and you also never will be my pet. You are a strong, capable woman who will find her own place in our society.”

The dark haired woman knew that she was not saying what Chris wanted to hear and she was not saying what she really wanted to say. She longed to answer. ‘And I love you, Chris, my beloved.’ But she didn’t. She tried to keep her distance like every good mistress should in the first weeks but the loss and mourning in Chris’ green eyes tore her defences down.

“You will be your own woman, Chris, and have your own life. It will be up to you to decide if you want to share this life with me. I demand a lot of the people in my charge but I demand even more of those I love. You will belong to me, Chris, you will be mine but you never will be my slave. Do you understand the difference?”

“You love me too? You want me?” The blonde asked with a slightly trembling voice.

“Yes. One month from now I will ask you if you still want me to be more to you than just your instructor. So, yes, baby, I want you and I’m in love with you.”

Chris literally fell in her arms and sobbed. Kathryn held her and gently stroked her short blonde hair. They stayed like this until there were no more tears left and then the taller woman cradled the exhausted blonde in her arms and carried her all the way back to her bedroom. She put her down, stripped her own clothes off and slipped in behind her. Her breast still hurt from the harsh whipping but she nonetheless relished the feeling of the younger woman’s body tightly pressed against hers.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Sorry, why? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“For being such a cry-baby.”

“There’s no shame in tears, Chris. Sometimes we need to let go of our feelings and tears are one way to do this. I may make you cry out of pain or anger or frustration but I always will be there to kiss the tears away. And now, sleep. You’ll need your strength. We have a lot of catching up to do. Between this punishment and me being stuck in bed you missed seven maintenance spankings; so you will get three until we’re once again up to par. I think an additional session around noon should do it.”

“Yes Mistress. Mistress, I’d like to try and take it without the chair, bent over and grabbing my ankles, please.”

“We’ll give it a try in the morning, Chris, and now sleep.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Good night, my Kathryn.”

The blonde snuggled closer. She was too tall to be a perfect fit in the classical sense of the word but it still felt like the perfect fit for her.

TO BE CONTINUED