Mistress was very good with punishment of fe males. There was no cause to scream or rant at the reform prisoners, nor to cuff them around or drag them by the hair. That type of thing only showed poor taste, and wasn't proper. She simply tortured them with efficiency and purpose, not letting her duties turn to animosity. She had no bone to pick with them at all. Her job was to hurt them signifi- cantly without personal involvement. They would arouse her sexually, of course, but this fact did not interfere with her good judgment to the point where she went beyond reason with them. Only rarely did Mistress have one of them serve her sexually during a reform night. It was her right to do so, but she did not overuse this right. Occasion- ally, a particular female would appeal to her greatly. Usually it was one of masochistic tenden- cies who accepted her punishments with exciting resolve. Mistress became aroused by a girl or woman who could take torture delightfully, but of course, this type was rare. Most. yowled and screamed and wept, from the,hurt. Very few begged or pleaded, however; which spoke well of the females of today.:
Mistress beckoned with a finger, and the two recipients crawled over to her. Conscious of their swollen feet, Mistress was most tender in helping them upwards to the ceiling chains. Finally, both hung from the same pulley, face to face, breast to breast. They were exciting, pressed together, only their toes touching the carpet. Mistress selected an efficient-looking whip from the wall behind Sylvia.
Laura, thus, saw what was coming and responded in a most feminine way. She was not bi-inclined but she was female, and being female she became sister to her companion in the sharing of punishment.
She lay her face alongside her younger compatriot's face in a lovely scene of mutual sym- pathy. Females do not have to be lesbian to "feel" or "share" mutual love under trying circum- stances.
Mistress, this time, did not whip them alternate- ly. She whipped Laura first, on the back, firmly and severely. The lashes sounded like gunshots in the room, and each produced an emphatic utter- ance from the woman. No two were the same, but most were very loud. Females, whipped together, often respond to the pain by encircling the other with their legs. It isn't a sexual thing, it just seems to help. Laura was no exception to the rule, and soon had her legs nicely around Sylvia's thighs in hurt. Her back was being terribly striped, and though strangers, females do respond to each other's trials. Sylvia spoke and whispered to Laura time and again, trying to give her courage and stability with her words and warm closeness. It was touching and beautiful.
Stacy counted seventeen stripes on the,.woman's back before Mistress turned to the girl and began to flog her. Sylvia, being younger, was again much more animated,,her legs clenching around Laura, then releasing, then clenching again. The lovely woman could sense that her young friend simply wasn't taking the whipping as well as she did.
Eight years difference in age was significant.
Laura whispered to her, consoled her, urged on her courage. But Sylvia still howled awfully. Then it was that the true beauty of females came to the front. Laura, housewife and mother of two, had not touched female before. Yet she sought to help her suffering sister-in-pain in the only way she could at the moment. She ground her breasts against Syl- via's breasts and kissed her on the mouth, holding the kiss while Sylvia was lashed. It was indeed a beautiful sacrifice of love and concern. The girls responded as expected, and her yowls became only muffled gasps as the sensuousness of the situation struck home.
The three domestics were delighted by the inter- esting byplay of love and sympathy. Females were so dear to one another! Sylvia was having her slen- der back lashed terribly and she hardly was paying attention, so intent was she on the offerings of the woman. It was very, very sweet to watch.
Mistress did not lash their bottoms, surprising- ly, but simply twisted their wrist chains so that they stood now back to back. She began once more on Laura. The first lash across Laura's fine full breasts brought a response from her mouth like a snake in summer. It most definitely was a hiss.
Stacy was interested in Laura's reaction to the whipping of her breasts. Would she howl in protest at being whipped there?After all, the attractive woman had never been whipped before. Did she know that the whip would taste her there? Prob- ably not. Yet, she u as a woman, and in a way it probably didn't' surprise her at all It was logical to whip a female everywhere. If she were doing the whipping of another female, would she avoid the breasts? Of course not. So.
' The vision of Laura's breasts bouncing dramati- cally under the lashes was arousing to the young domestics and they squeezed closer together on the couch, arms going about each other. Stacy felt
Dania's finger on the inside of her thigh playing with the little legband of her panties. Draping her arm even further over Dania's shoulders, Stacy found her nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
A female's nipples respond the same to pleasure or pain, and Laura's were no exception. They stood erect and stiff under the punishment, as she lay her head back on Sylvia's shoulder. It was an efficient whipping of the breasts, to say the least, but the woman took it without begging, and when Mis- tress turned to Sylvia, she let her head fall onto her chest in thankfulness that it was over. The third lash on Sylvia caught her across both nipples and brought one foot up off the floor. Sylvia sang a song of agony. Very shrill and very loud. When it was over, she slumped in her chains.
"We'll take a dinner break now," said Mistress.
"Be back here at eight, girls. Why don't you have a shower and change underpants. I assume it's needed."
It was definitely needed. The shower was de- lightful but unfortunately became a rather mixed- up mess of fingers and tongues and orgasms under the warm spray. A good toweling and some fresh panties felt delightful.
"Let's get a bite to eat," said Trish. "Then it's part two. Hope Mistress lets us help a little. She often does."
"God, I think I'll die if I get to do something to them," said Stacy. "I'm glad I came to Wood- riding!"
The girls arrived back in the reform room before their employers. Laura and Sylvia hung quietly in their 'chains, well striped and docile, and were a lovely sight to behold.
"Let's play with their tits a little before Master and Mistress come," said Stacy.
"We better not," replied Trish. "We're not sup- posed to do anything to 'em without permission."
"Oh, just a little. We can hear them coming."
The argument went no further, and the domestics availed themselves of the protruding flesh. Sylvia wiggled nicely for she enjoyed the pleasures of females, but Laura maintained her neutrality. Her nipples did not, however.
"Well, Laura," said Stacy, "what have we here?
I can feel your nips gettin' nice and long under my palms. Kind of like it, don't you?"
"I'm not lesbian, young lady. Under the circum- stances there's not much I can do about you play- ing with my breasts."
The three bounced back onto the couch when they heard their employers returning. Master plumped down in his chair with an after-dinner brandy and Mistress knelt before Sylvia with kitchen pliers. Pulling out a little hair was not really one of her punishments. It was, more or less, a warm-up to get everyone in the mood again. It wouldn't be long and drawn-out, but merely a touch of class. Every female in reform should ex- pect to lose a little hair anyway. It was rather the current in thing. Like everything else, Mistress pulled pubic hair with style. Unhurried and effi- cient. She extracted several nice tufts from Sylvia, then repeated on Laura. Sylvia had not made a sound but Laura let out a gasp or two.