Chris cast a glance at Carol who sat transfixed with the scene, her hand buried between her legs. She later told Susan, that she was convinced that during the spanking she could see Susan's twat mouth opening and closing in silent screams. Or could it have just been wishful thinking?

After a good five minutes of ear splitting howls from the spanked girl, Chris was able to approach Susan and engulf her in his arms. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed uncontrollably.

When Susan's sobs had subsided somewhat, Chris directed her over to the corner and told her to stand there. She was still crying at the pain in her bottom and her hands were lightly trying to rub at the hurt, touching her buns as if they were gold, and emitting little yelps as she contacted a welt or two.

Chris tuned towards the sofa and Carol. She was sitting with her legs pressed tightly together, and a look of pain on her face. "What is it Carol," he asked noting her expression. Carol couldn't look at him, and cast her eyes downward, "I, I, I," she stammered, "I had an accident." Chris smiled widely and chuckled, "You peed in your panties?" he said. Carol blushed crimson. "Stay right there, don't move," Chris instructed, and he left the room only to return a moment later with a towel that he handed to the embarrassed woman. "It's leather, it won't stain," he said and then, "I was thinking that Susan is a bit embarrassed and nervous being naked in front of you anyway. It would help if you were naked too, take off your clothes." "Chris, I can't, not in front of you," Carol squirmed, trying to dry the area around where she sat. "Oh you can Carol, and you will, remember our agreement," Chris said in no uncertain terms, "Now get the dress over your head and lose the bra and panties," he demanded. Carol blushed again at the explicitness of his words and standing, drew the summer dress over her head and off. Her bra and panties were a matching set, and she reached behind her back and released the snap, letting her enormous boobs flop on her chest. "Your panties are pretty soaked anyway," Chris chided as Carol bent to push them over her hips and down her legs. "Be careful not to let any of your piss get on the rug," Chris said, and Carol used the towel to wrap her panties in. "You better pat dry your snatch too Carol," Chris said, "or is that twat juice that you made when Susan got blistered?" he asked. Carol ran the towel over her thatch of dark pubic hair feeling ashamed to look at him. Carol was really quite introverted despite her interest in domination, and the words that Chris used, both shamed her with their explicitness and at the same time aroused some hidden desire in her. Everything was new to her tonight. She handed the wet towel to Chris and sat back down. After putting the towel in the hamper Chris returned to the living room and Carol who was sitting with her legs together and her arm covering as much of her boobs as possible and certainly her stiff nipples. "Carol, you have some beautiful boobs, you shouldn't hide them, put your hand down," Chris told her, and reluctantly she did so. "I complemented you on your tits and you don't say anything," Chris played with her. "Thank you," Carol said softly. "Hold them up for me," Chris ordered. "Chris I really shouldn't be doing this, please," she pleaded. "Oh I don't know Carol, you probably would like it if Susan was doing this to you, but anyway, look over there," and Chris pointed towards Susan and her swollen red bottom. Carols eyes enveloped Susan's scalded rear end, and Chris said, "Would you like for me to paint your bottom that color Carol?" Chris asked. "NOOOOO!!" Carol returned loudly. "Then you should be most happy to show me your boobs, right?" he said. "Yes, I am," the woman said quickly afraid of what the strap might do to her virgin cheeks. Carol put her hands under her large boobs and lifted them up for Chris to inspect. "Lovely," he responded, and Carol was quick to reply, "Thank you." "Now let's see your pussy Carol? Chris demanded, "Susan told me some time back that you enjoy showing it." Carol's face turned crimson at the knowledge that Susan had confided such a personal revelation. "Spread your legs Carol," Chris said smiling, and the woman parted them, "father," he instructed and Carol obeyed. "Scoot a little forward, and push your snatch up," Chris said embarrassing the shy woman with his words. Carol did as she was told, and Chris studied her most private part. "That's quite a little forest you have Carol. If you lived in this house, you could say good by to all that fur," he noted. "Yes, I noticed," Carol, replied in reference to Susan bald pussy mound. Chris got closer to see the fig Carol exposed beneath her fur. Her pussy was distinctly different than Susan's in appearance. Hmmm, he thought to himself, all pussies are not alike. Where Susan's mound was plump and her labia thick and pressed together revealing a 5 inch slit down the middle, Carol's vulva was shaped more like a clam jutting out from the center between her thighs. Her inner lips protruded and were thin in appearance. It would be easy to clamp your entire hand around her sex and hold it all at once, even clamping it tightly so that the inner lips pushed out even more. "Open your snatch," Chris ordered, and a very red faced Carol, reached between her legs and with her fingers pulled her labia aside so that Chris could look directly into Carol's cunt. It was darker than Susan's, the membranes rippling. Carol was slick with excitement and white mucus was glistening from the folds of her inner twat. Chris much preferred Susan's lovely pouch to Carol's fig, but he didn't voice the thought, instead he said, "That's a very succulent looking pussy Carol, very nice indeed." Then he stood and announced. "Susan shall we continue." Susan turned from the corner and came to him.

Susan was grateful for the cold washcloth Chris handed to her. She let the damp cloth wash her face. Her eyes were red from crying. Looking at Chris, she didn't need to speak to be understood. Chris said, "Yes, go ahead," and Susan pressed the cool cloth to her still hot bottom cheeks. The little bit of soothing helped a great deal. As she did so, Chris spoke. "It seems Susan, that your friend Carol has a secret desire to be a dominatrix. I believe that she got a great deal of excitement out of your little spanking," he said looking over at Carol. "Little Spanking," Susan thought to herself, "it was anything but little." "Isn't that right Carol?" Chris asked, "You enjoyed Susan getting her ass blistered, didn't you? "Carol looked up, her large titties heaving on her chest and said clearly, "Yes, very much." "In fact, you would like to spank Susan wouldn't you?" Chris asked. "Yes," Carol said, avoiding Susan's eyes. "Well maybe some day you will have the opportunity," Chris advised, "but you have a great deal to more to learn before you can begin to call yourself a dom. And, I was thinking that perhaps if you pay close attention, Susan and I would be happy to teach you a thing or two," Chris continued turning towards Susan, "Would you get the middle strap on the table Susan," he instructed. Susan turned once again showing her swollen bottom to the two of them and went to the dining room table and returned with the next strap. About 16 inches in length and three inches wide, the leather was stiff but pliable, the end of the strap had rounded corners. She handed it to Chris who in turn gave it to Carol. "Feel it Carol, test it's weight, if you want slap it on your hand a bit." Carol looked with great interested at the strap, her fingers massaging the slick leather, her breathing getting heaver with the images that were running through her mind. She couldn't believe that Chris was going to strap Susan's bottom again, it was already punished badly, any more and he would break the skin. Carol found the whole scene tantalizing and terribly exciting, but maybe she was in over her head, she wondered.