“Jan,” she said, “when we were captives of Margaret, there were times when I failed you. There were times when I saw you being horribly punished and I should have said something.”
“What could you have done? Nothing.”
“Still, as your slavegirl, I should have tried. There were limes when I should have offered to take your place. Margaret might not have agreed but I still should have offered,” Donna pointed out logically. “I should have offered. I was remiss in my duties as a proper slavegirl, my duties to try everything in my power to protect my Mistress.”
“What are you leading up to?”
“I think that you should punish me,” Donna said simply and sincerely.
For a while Jan simply looked at Donna. Then she smiled.
“Yes, slave, I think you’re right. And what would be proper punishment for a slavegirl who made such a massive dereliction of her duty?”
“You could whip my bottom,” she offered shyly. “But both of us still have sore skins there. Still, a slavegirl sometimes has to expect a whipping, even if she’s been punished recently...”
Jan nodded understandingly. “Get in the den,” was all she said. Donna eagerly obeyed, being careful to not be seeming too eager. For a minute she stood around in the room with the two massive overhead beams, waiting for her mistress. When Jan finally came in she was carrying the extra rope that had originally bound Donna’s legs together on the trip up, and a man’s wide leather belt.
She untied Donna’s hands from behind her back and retied them in front of her, palms facing each other. Then she tied one end of a length of rope around her wrists bondage, tying the knots down tightly. She tossed the rest of the rope over a beam and pulled until Donna was standing on her tip-toes then tied the end off on a convenient doorknob. Donna was so glad to see a little of the old spark in Jan’s eyes that she didn’t mind the hurt in her wrists. She didn’t even feel apprehension at what Jan might do with that belt lying on a couch.
For a while Jan circled her captive, drinking in the lovely lines of the body straining to keep contact with the floor. The feet were arched nicely and muscles in the legs were at their most shapely. Her tummy was flat and the hips flared out just enough to be sexy. Perky nipples stuck out from as fine a pair of breasts as any woman every had, and soft golden hair hung down to mid back. All in all, a lovely package.
The belt was wide enough so as not to do any cutting of the still tender flesh. But that didn’t mean that it couldn’t hurt. With the first slap of leather upon soft flesh Donna knew she was stupid to have every taunted Jan into this. It hurt! A wide strip of her bottom cheeks was now burning with an old, familiar fire. Donna gasped and raised one leg up but quickly put it back down. The pain wasn’t as bad as many other times but it was enough to wake her up to the fact that she had asked for something she didn’t really deserve, that would hurt, and that would probably leave her bottom in a state where it would be very uncomfortable to sit down for a day or two. Yet she was glad she had done it, if it helped Jan. The slashing of her bare bottom continued for a long time, each stroke coming slowly, giving the bound girl a full chance for the pain of the last one to fade to a dull burn and ache. Only when all of the bottom cheeks and most of the backs of her thighs were covered with wide red marks did Jan put the belt down.
“Feel punished enough?” she asked as she teased one rigid nipple with a fingernail.
“If my Mistress says I am,” came the reply between pants. Jan’s only reply was to walk back to the couch and pick up the whip. “I’ve always wondered what a wide belt would do if slashed squarely across a girl’s breasts,” she mused as she moved into position in front of the sweating and pained girl.
“Please don’t, Mistress. Not on my breasts.”
“Pleading? Remember the punishment for pleading?”
“Yes, Mistress. For pleading it is a whipping on the bottom.”
Donna wanted to sigh but didn’t. A slavegirl can’t win any argument and shouldn’t even try.
“Well, your bottom is nice and warmed up. But there are your breasts.”
Jan playfully tapped one erect nipple with the end of the doubled up belt. Then she stepped back and swung the full length of the belt squarely across both breasts. Donna gasped then cried out in pain. Her feet both left the floor as she danced in blind reaction to the searing pain shooting through her breasts. Jan licked her lips as she watched this beautiful naked woman writhe and jerk about at the end of her rope, contortions that not only showed the pain within but the incredibly beautiful body to it’s fullest. There is nothing in the world as beautiful as a naked woman writhing in agony. Jan sighed with pleasure.
The belt was tossed aside after Donna’s dance of pain quieted down to a whimpering and her body hanging limp from the beam. Jan went over and put her arms around the suffering nudity. “Please, Mistress, not across my breasts. That hurt so much,” whispered Donna.
“Good.” It was only one simple word but it told volumes to the bound and naked girl. It said that she was owned, that his woman she loved would do with her body as she please, that she would feel pain or pleasure at her mistress’ whim. She was glad for having given pleasure to her mistress, even as she winced when her very sore breasts were crushed between the two girls.
Donna was left to hang there while Jan made coffee and started a fire in the fireplace. The afternoon was half over and it wasn’t really that cold but a fire seemed a nice thing. A couple hours later Jan let Donna down, retied her wrists behind her back and took her to the bathroom for a warm, reviving bath. Later, after dinner, Jan added wood to the fire, to make it blaze up and turned off all the lights. For a while she sat on the couch facing the fire while Donna, knelt before her, Jan using the bound and naked girl’s back for a foot rest. Jan sipped a snifter of brandy and enjoyed the utter submission of her slavegirl. For over an hour she had Donna kneel by the fireplace, squatting back on her heels, back straight and head bowed in a very submissive and docile position. Donna did not utter a word, and looked very lovely with her bare skin glowing warmly in the flickering firelight. Finally she took Donna to the bedroom, bound her ankles together, and made her service her owner, long and slow. They slept with the naked slave girl cuddling against her owner.
The next day came the call from Nigel.
Jan came back into the den all bubbly and happy. “He thinks he’s got a line on Rashad,” she blurted to Donna.
“That’s nice,” replied Donna in a strained voice. The naked girl was hanging upside down from the beam, her arms tightly bound behind her with elbows together and very tight ropes crushing her arms against her body and pulling in her tummy. She had been hanging for half an hour and was finding the strain a bit much. But she was happy for Jan.
“Got to get you down so we can meet Nigel.” She headed towards the ropes binding Donna’s ankles.
“Mistress?”
“Yes?”
“Before you untie me, could you... Well...”
“You would like a little satisfaction?” guessed Jan.
“I would like a lot of satisfaction,” replied Donna with an upside down smile. “I’ve been giving you service about three times a day. And you’ve got me all horny hanging upside down like this. Could you...?”
Jan frowned. “It is not right for a slave to make demands or even requests of her mistress,” she pondered out loud. “But you have been a very good slavegirl. I’ll just ignore your asking for pleasure. If I didn’t I’d have to punish you for it, right? Yes, of course. Instead, I think I’ll just give you a good tongue-lashing.”
And she did. She tossed off her clothes and stood before Donna’s hanging figure. Her mouth was just at the height of Donna’s pussy, perhaps subconsciously planned that way, perhaps simply by accident. But Jan only had to use her fingers to spread apart the lips guarding Donna’s clit and bend her head slightly forward to lick that most sensitive part of Donna’s body. It was obvious that Donna was indeed horny and ready for she quickly was moaning and her body stiffening and trembling with pleasure. As she neared her reward climax, she pushed her head up between Jan’s legs and began kissing and licking at the exposed sex there in a frenzy of passion. She couldn’t do it with the ease that Jan did, because she lacked hands, but she made up for that with vigor and soon had Jan moaning with pleasure too.