Chapter 6
Leaning her head back against the couch, Phyllis listened to the sounds of the fire as she tried to calm herself. She was deeply upset and hurt by Ted's force and by his uncaring manner which had allowed him to shoot off in her face, and which had shown no concern for easing her arousal. She turned her head as she heard soft music mingle with the crackling of the logs, and she saw that Karen had turned the FM stereo on.
Without raising her head, Phyllis watched Karen walk toward her. She carried another coffee cup and a heavy towel.
"Let's get those shoes off first," Karen said as she set her cup down, and she lowered herself to one knee at the side of the girl's calves.
Phyllis watched her lift one foot and then .the other to remove the damp shoes, and then Karen began to towel the moisture from her legs. Phyllis's tits pressed against her damp blouse as her breathing deepened, and the cloth clung transparently above her bra. Karen's hands moved the soft pile of the towel up and down between the girl's ankles and knees, and Phyllis's eyelids became heavy. She took a sip of the Irish coffee.
"There," Karen smiled, and she lifted herself to the couch in a single, fluid movement. "Now, for your hair," she said, and reached out to fluff the girl's hair. "What'd you get in your hair?" she asked, and Phyllis's eyes snapped open as she realized Karen had detected Ted's jism.
"Uh, it's...." Phyllis began searchingly as she sat forward, but she could not think of a he.
'Is it Ted's come?" Karen asked with a gentle tone, and the girl blushed as she looked into Karen's eyes.
"Y-yes," Phyllis nodded, and she lowered her head.
"Not too tidy, is he?"
"No," Phyllis said with a small, sad laugh of surprise. "No, he isn't."
"I'm sorry," Karen said, and she pressed her hand to the girl's forearm. "It's none of my business."
"No, it's okay," Phyllis said, and she leaned back against the plush couch. "I shouldn't have gone out with him again after ... after last time."
"Last time?" Karen asked as she lifted her own cup, and they both sipped their drinks.
"He-he was going to masturbate in front of me 'cause I wouldn't ... and so I-I did it for him," Phyllis said, and she closed her lids over her moist eyes.
"And what did he do-for you?" Karen asked as she touched the towel to the girl's hair.
"For me?" Phyllis asked with a puzzled expression, and she turned her face toward Karen.
"Weren't you turned on too?"
"Me?" Phyllis gulped as a wave of guilt went through her, but she caught herself, and she slowly nodded.
"Didn't he offer to help you get off too?"
"No," Phyllis said in a very small voice.
"Not then, or tonight?"
"No."
"Are you going out with him again?" Karen asked as she sat back, and she curled her legs up on the couch.
"Never," Phyllis said flatly. "Men're so...."
"No," Karen interrupted, "not men. Jerks like Ted. Selfish, inconsiderate jerk-offs."
"All men aren't...?"
"No, thank heavens," Karen assured her with a smile.
"Thank heavens," Phyllis nodded with a little smile, and she leaned her head back again after taking another sip of the coffee.
They sat watching the fire. The rain was making a steady but soft rattle against the windows that meshed with the crackle of the fire and the rhythms of the music. Phyllis looked down at the cling of her blouse to her chest, and she pulled the damp cloth out from herself.
"Did get a little wet, didn't I?"
"Yeah," Karen nodded. "Want to move closer to the fire, or lay it out in front of it?" she asked, and reached over to feel the hem of the girl's skirt. "This is pretty damp too."
"Both," Phyllis said after a moment as she fingered the top button of her blouse, and she slipped it free.
Karen stood up and offered her hand to help Phyllis up. The girl took it, and they stood facing one another.
"You don't think it's me, do you, Karen?"
"What's that?" Karen asked.
"That-that made Ted treat me that way," the girl said,, and her concern was apparent in the sadness of her golden eyes.
"You don't affect me that way, no," Karen said. "But, sometimes, we're feeling down on ourselves, and we let it show without realizing it, and ... some people take that as an invitation to punish us. Like I said, though, I don't get that impression from you."
"Is that why...?" Phyllis began, but she could not bring herself to voice the question. "Yes?" Karen asked.
"N-nothing," Phyllis shrugged, and they moved toward the large fireplace.
The firelight moved over them and gave their flesh an amber caste. Phyllis began to open the rest of her blouse's buttons, and Karen slipped the cup from her hand. They smiled at one another as the girl drew the blouse down from the waistband of her skirt. The cups of her bra were edged with lace.
Karen set their cups down on the thick, burgundy carpet, and she moved the towel over the girl's shoulders as Phyllis unbuttoned her skirt.
Phyllis slid the zipper down and let the skirt drop to the floor. Karen moved the towel over her back and then up and down her arms. The girl continued to look into the fire, and she sank down to the carpet when Karen had finished.
They sat down next to one another with their legs curled next to them, and they sipped their drinks.
"Maybe you were right,' Phyllis said thoughtfully, and Karen looked at her for an explanation, but without any impatience. "About me being down on myself, and him picking up on it. I felt guilty about even being parked with him, and about ... about being aroused," she confessed.
"Why?" Karen asked, and she watched the firelight play in the auburn hair veiling the girl's lowered face.
"Mom and Dad, they-they've always said ... acted as if...." she said in a frustrated effort to speak clearly. "Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Yesterday, when you had me remind you about the roast?"
"Yes?"
"Mom-when I was drying her, she ... when my hand was-was between her legs, she had an orgasm," she said, forcing the words out, and she turned to look at Karen.
"She'd had a bit to drink," Karen offered.
"Yeah, but ... the other night when-when you were drying me off...."
"You had an orgasm too," Karen finished for her.
"You knew," Phyllis said with a bit of surprise at having her suspicions confirmed without any evasion.
"Of course," Karen nodded with a little smile.
"A while ago, you said ... I didn't affect you like I apparently affect Ted. Did you-did you mean for me to have an orgasm?"
"Yes," Karen nodded after a moment's pause. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Yes. It-it was the first time I ... that some one...." she faltered and looked back toward the fire with a blush.
"That's quite an honor," Karen said, and it was clear that she was moved by the fact.
"Thank you," Phyllis said, and she turned damp eyes toward Karen.
The rain drummed lightly as a Chopin concerto played softly from the stereo. The logs crackled amidst the licking flames. Phyllis lowered her eyes, and she watched the dancing light shift over Karen's body beneath the translucence of the nightgown.
Karen lay back on the carpet, and she stretched her long legs out. Phyllis's eyes moved up her body, and emerald eyes again met golden eyes. Their breasts rose and fell with their deepened breathing.
Phyllis set her cup aside, and Karen watched her reach around behind her to unsnap her bra. The shoulder straps slipped over her shoulders, and the lacy cups dropped from her rounded breasts. Karen lay the bra aside, and she rose up onto her knees.
Karen's eyes did not leave the girl's as Phyllis pushed her panties down to the middle of her thighs. Phyllis sat back down, and she drew the garment down her calves and off. The firelight gleamed in her auburn fur and highlighted the contours of her body.
"I ... I don't want to be a jerk," she whispered in a near-whisper. "I don't want to receive pleasure without ... without giving it," she said, and she touched her hand to the hem of Karen's nightgown.
"I said you were beautiful," Karen said. "In more ways than just looks," she said as the girl moved the gown up along her legs, and she lifted her hips so that it could be moved under her lush fanny.
"Not-not nearly as beautiful as you," Phyllis said as she looked at Karen, and her hand held the bunched gown against the top of Karen's pliant belly.
"Oh, at least as beautiful," Karen said, and she smiled.
Phyllis smiled too, and she stretched out beside Karen, who raised a hand to stroke the spill of the girl's hair. Phyllis turned her face, and she softly kissed the palm of Karen's hand as her eyes closed. Karen inhaled deeply, and she touched the fingertips of her other hand to Phyllis's jaw so that she could guide the girl's face toward her own. Their heavily-lidded eyes held for a moment as their nostrils flared with their impassioned breathing, and their lips brushed together.
Their mouths opened, and they tasted one another's mouths with their tongues. Karen's fingers pushed Phyllis's hair back from her face, and her palms shifted against the girl's ears. Phyllis cupped one hand to Karen's slender waist, and she slid the other beneath the gown to caress one of the wide breasts. "Karen felt the girl's breasts shift against her as their kiss deepened, and they murmured with pleasure.
Phyllis's hand followed the curve of Karen's waist into her hip, and her fingers caressed the side of one plush ass cheek. Their lips parted, and vertigo clouded their vision as they looked at one another. The girl pushed the nightgown up from the rises of Karen's breasts, and she touched her lips to one long nipple as her hand moved down the outside of Karen's thigh and then back up the inside.
Karen stroked the girl's hair with one hand and cupped one plump breast with the other. The girl's hand caressed the inside of her thigh, and Phyllis began to suck Karen's burning nipple into her mouth. Karen moved her hand down Phyllis's back, and she pressed the girl tighter against her. Then she pressed her head back. Phyllis's fingers curved to the rich mound of Karen's cunny, and the center finger began to shift against her furrow.
"Oh yes, darling, yes," Karen whispered, and she kissed the side of the girl's face as she played the ring of the girl's nipple between the tip of her thumb and the knuckle of her forefinger.
Phyllis curled her finger up into Karen's slit as she felt the woman's hands caressing her back and her breast. Karen shivered against her as her finger glided in the humid softness of Karen's nook. Phyllis raised her face, and her hot breath moved over Karen's breast, and then downward. Karen's hips rocked from side to side as the girl's kisses moved down her belly. As the center finger flexed within the quivering of her underbelly, the other fingers stroked the outsides of Karen's mound, and the heel of the hand shifted beneath her clit.
One of Karen's long legs turned out to the side while the calf of the one closest to Phyllis turned. The girl's lips moved over Karen's taut belly as it turned, and Karen pressed her mouth to Phyllis's waist. Phyllis widened her mouth against the silky flesh, and her tongue pressed into Karen's navel.
Karen's hands moved over Phyllis's fanny and the small of her back as she turned the girl's stomach toward her mouth.
Phyllis spread one hand over Karen's buttock as she moved her lips down to the heel of her other hand. She murmured with anticipation as she felt Karen's lips touch her abdomen, and she lifted her hand from the woman's cleave. The firelight gleamed from the juices gloving the girl's hand.
Karen inhaled sharply as she felt Phyllis's face press down between her thighs, and her cunt spasmed as the girl's mouth burrowed within it. She moved her own mouth down into the russet curlings of the girl's muff, and they tasted one another's sweet flavors. Phyllis's damp hand squeezed Karen's other ass cheek, and she pulled the woman's loins against the turnings of her mouth.
Karen's tongue pressed deep into the succulent splay, and her hands glided over the girl's hips as her thumbs stroked between them and her cheeks. The moans of pleasure blended with the sounds of the fire and the rain, and they rolled from side to side in the flickering light. Their legs stretched and curled as their mouths kissed and sucked between them, and as their tongues searched out one another's pearls.
Their shadows undulated on the burgundy carpet, and their feet pressed hard against it as their arousal climbed higher. Karen ran the tip of her tongue over the node of the girl's clit, and she curled her fingers into either side of Phyllis's furrow to caress the tender lips with their insides, and to stroke the wet pinkness with her fingertips.
Phyllis gripped the full pillows of Karen's ass cheeks, and her fingers pressed into their cleavage as her thumbs worked between it and her cunny. Her toes curled against the carpet as flarings of ecstasy went through her, and her belly tightened and loosened with the contractions of her depths.
Their sweet juices gleamed from one another's faces, and their breasts rose and fell against one another's bellies as their breathing grew ragged. The girl's body twisted as she groaned into the quaking splay of Karen's sex, and Karen's hands and arms gripped the girl's thighs.
The rain flowed over the window panes, and the firelight played in ebony and auburn hair. Karen's body bucked against Phyllis's as her tongue continued to lap at the woman's long clit. Muscles tightened beneath soft flesh, and they clutched one another as their raptures soared higher and higher. They cried out into each other's cunnies as they came, and the muffled sounds of pleasure seemed to vibrate throughout their bodies.
Their hearts pounded, and their blood roared in their ears. Their writhing bodies seemed to blur together in the amber light. Then they arched against one another, and the expansions and contractions of their underbellies were coming faster and faster. Their faces showed their sensual delirium as they continued to kiss and tongue one another even as they came.
They seemed to freeze as their bodies locked, and they vibrated with the tension of their muscles. They gasped against one another's searing clits, and the contractions and expansions merged into a carnal maelstrom that swept through their minds and bodies. Their climax exploded through them and continued to reverberate long after they had collapsed together before the fire.
Karen remembered all of this vividly the next day as she stood before the girl's kneeling mother. She looked down at the waves of Laura's honey-blond hair as the woman hemmed the skirt Karen wore. They were in Laura's bedroom.
Karen had found Laura attempting to guess at the hemming and had offered to help. After a few moments' thought, Laura had accepted. She had not had anything to drink since before Karen had bathed her the previous evening.
Laura had busied herself with her sewing basket as Karen slipped out of her uniform, and she did not look around until Karen had fastened the skirt. Above the bleached khaki was only Karen's bra.
Now, Laura's hands busied themselves with pinning the fabric just below the middle of Karen's thighs. Her blouse curved out as she leaned forward, and Karen looked down into the cleavage of her big breasts. As she worked, Laura's hand unavoidably shifted against Karen's shapely thighs, and Karen noticed that her breathing had become uneven.
"It seems strange, you doing your own dressmaking," Karen observed.
"It's something to do, and I don't have to bother with someone else's schedule," Laura said as she looked up, and her eyes paused for a moment upon the flatness of Karen's belly, and then upon the tricot bra that molded to the soft spans of Karen's long-nippled breasts.
Laura looked back at the hem, and her fingers nervously maneuvered the pins as she recalled Karen kneeling beside her to rub oil into her breasts and buttocks and cold cream into her nipples, which were now aching. She closed her eyes for a second, and she could recall the feel of Karen's hands bathing her, opening her ass cheeks, and shifting against the outsides of her now-pulsating cunt.
Karen smiled as if she knew exactly what the woman was thinking about. She recalled Phyllis's taste and wondered if Laura tasted as good as her daughter did. The girl had dozed off in her arms, and Karen had soothingly stroked her hair as she looked into the girl's sleeping face before finally waking her and guiding her to her bed.
Laura's knees shifted against the floor, and she forced herself to continue with her work.
"Ow!" Karen exclaimed suddenly, and Laura looked up.
"What's wrong?" Laura asked with concern. "A pin stuck me," Karen said with a little smile. "Where?"
"Toward the front of my leg," Karen said as she leaned forward from the waist. "Are all the pins out except for the hem?"
"I thought I got them all," Laura said, and she turned the skirt up so that she could look.
Finding nothing, Laura raised the skirt higher, and two thirds of Karen's long thighs were bared to her eyes. Karen looked down Laura's back to where the woman's slacks pulled tight across her full buttocks.
"Here, let me see if I can spot it," Karen said, and she slipped the cloth from Laura's hands.
Laura watched Karen gather the cloth up inch by inch, and she watched the skirt lift higher and higher. She stared straight in front of her and saw the khaki rise past the juncture of Karen's thighs. The base of Karen's plump cunny came into view, and Laura's eyes followed the silky plume of ebony hair upward. Karen's inviting mound was right before her face. She swallowed hard. She remembered how Karen's wet panties had clung to her loins as her hands had moved over Laura's legs.
"Well, I can't find it," Karen said, and let go of the skirt. "Never mind," she said as Laura watched the fabric drop back down between her cunt and Laura's face.
Laura nodded slowly, and she forced her eyes back down to the hem. Her face was flushed as she fumbled with the pins, and she brushed a wave of honey-blond hair back from her eyes.
"There, I think that's got it," Laura said after a few minutes, and Karen noted the labored sound of her breathing as she sought to speak clearly
"Time to try it on, huh?" Karen said, and Laura looked up as she unfastened the skirt.
The cloth dropped from Karen's full hips, and she caught it as she leaned forward from the waist. She raised one beautiful leg and then the other as she stepped carefully out of the hemmed skirt. Laura raised her eyes from the ebony feathering of the lush mound as Karen held the skirt out. Their eyes met, and Karen smiled.
"Oh," Laura said, and she stood up as she took the skirt.
She looked down and unfastened her slacks. She started to turn away from Karen, but she paused. Taking a deep breath, Laura slid the zipper down and draped the skirt over her shoulder. Karen watched as the woman pushed the slacks down from her hips. She wore a pair of pastel yellow panties.
Laura wavered as she stepped out of the slacks, and Karen caught her forearm to balance her. Laura looked up at Karen and remembered almost falling when getting into the tub. Her face was flushed as she straightened, and she tossed the slacks over the back of a chair. She slipped the skirt from her shoulder. Karen wore only her bra and her stacked heels. Laura wore only her blouse, panties, and flats. Laura's hands cramped the waistband of the skirt, and then she stepped into it.
Fastening the skirt, Laura turned toward the mirrored bathroom door, and she examined the hemming. Karen stood silently watching her, totally oblivious to her near-nudity.
"Not quite even," Laura noted, and she glanced toward Karen as if expecting her to now kneel before her to work on them.
Receiving no reply, Laura moved back toward her sewing basket and Karen. She lowered herself to one knee and raised the hem with one hand as she took a pin out with the other. She was again kneeling before Karen. Keeping her face lowered, she raised her eyes to the tops of Karen's bare thighs.
"Something wrong?" Karen asked.
"Wrong?" Laura asked, and her eyes blinked as she raised them toward Karen's face.
"You seem ... a bit nervous," Karen observed. "Is it because my cunny's naked?"
"I guess so," Laura stammered, and she looked down at the hem she held.
"I was dressed while you were naked," Karen reminded her gently. "You remember, don't yon?"
"Yes," Laura said with a barely audible whisper.
"Perhaps, if you were naked now, like before ... you wouldn't feel nervous," Karen suggested.
"I...." Laura faltered. "It is warm today," she said, gasping for an excuse.
"Yes," Karen said, and her voice urged Laura to act.
The hem slipped from Laura's fingers, and she was opening the button and zipper of the skirt. The fabric whispered as it slid down around her knees. She started to try and stand, but found herself dizzy, and her knees pressed back against the floor.
"Naked," Laura said to herself, and her fingers pressed her panties down off her hips.
Karen watched the nylon move past the wide triangle of honey-blond curls and down to Laura's knees. As Laura leaned forward to lower the panties, Karen was provided with a view of her voluptuous ass, and Laura's forehead brushed against her snatch. The woman jerked back at the contact and blushed deeply.
Karen continued to look at her without reproach, and Laura's breathing steadied a bit.
"I feel ... like a student who's ... who's been bad, and's about to be caned," Laura said, and looked surprised by her own words.
"Caned for what?" Karen asked.
"For being drunk, and ... having you rub oil and cream on me ... and having you bathe me, and wanting you to ... and for coming when Phyllis ... dried me off," Laura said with damp eyes as she forced the words out.
"Do you feel you should be punished?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to punish you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes ... ma'am?" Laura said uncertainly, and Karen nodded. "Shall I spank you?"
"If ... if you would."
"With what?"
"That?" Laura asked after looking around, and she pointed to a wide belt. "Get it."
Laura stood, and the skirt fell around her feet. She stepped out of her panties and got the belt. She walked back to Karen and held the belt out in both hands. Karen took it and motioned with her head for Laura to again kneel before her.
"Lean forward," Karen directed, and took a step back from the woman.
Laura leaned forward off her knees, and her hair spilled around her face as she pressed the heels of her hands to the tops of her knees. Karen held the belt loosely as she stared down at the offered buttocks. A clock ticked from beside the bed. Karen lifted the belt, and it whistled as she swung it down.
"Ah!" Laura gasped as the leather slapped across the firm pillows of her backside, and her face lifted.
Laura squinted up toward Karen's dark plume, but she did not seek to shift her fanny. She saw Karen's hand go up again and the belt cut through the air. She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth as the leather again met the lightly tanned flesh of her rear, and her hands tightened against her legs.
"Oh...." Laura groaned as the belt blurred back down to again slap against her.
Her ass cheeks quivered as the belt smacked down against them, and the flesh began to grow pink. Her hands slipped off her knees to the floor. The belt stung her flanks, and then there was silence. Slowly, she raised her head questioningly.
"Well finish later," Karen told her, "but, first, what else do you want?"
"Spit it out! You started to say before that you'd wanted me to ... what?"
"To ... to make love to me," Laura confessed, and she lowered her face.
"To you?"
"But now I-I want to make love to you, to-to kiss you...." Laura said, and looked up pleadingly.
"Kiss me where?" Karen inquired. "Your-your pussy," Laura forced herself to admit.
"You want to kiss my slit?"
"Yes."
"You want to taste my juices?"
"Yes."
"You want to bathe your face in it?"
"Yes."
"You want to tongue me?"
"Yes," Laura gasped imploringly. "You want to suck my clit?" Karen continued as if she had not noticed. "Oh, yes," Laura assured her. "When I oiled you, you were naked, and I was in uniform," Karen reminded her.
"Should I...?" Laura asked, and nodded toward Karen's uniform. "Yes." she nodded as she removed her blouse and bra.
Karen nodded, and Laura stretched out to slip the black silk from the chair it rested upon. Karen watched as she moved it over her head. Laura's much bigger breasts strained against the fabric, and she could not close the zipper. She looked up apologetically.
Karen bent and pulled a pair of seamstress' shears from the sewing basket, and Laura looked at her with widened eyes as Karen extended them toward her breasts. Karen arched her wrist, and the scissors cut into the taut fabric just to the side of the center of Laura's chest.
Laura looked down as Karen cut the fabric out around her breast, and she felt the cool, dull edge of one blade shifting against her flesh. The cloth fell away, and one firm sphere stood out from the framing of black silk. Karen motioned toward Laura's other tit and handed her the scissors.
Swallowing hard, Laura pressed her chin down and began to cut another hole in the uniform. Finished, she looked up, and Karen held out her hand. Laura put the scissors in it and reached back to zip the uniform up. Her naked tits thrust forward from the bodice, and she looked up to see Karen snip the bra between her tits. The tricot dropped from the rises of Karen's breasts, and she touched the joined tips of the blades to each shoulder to flick the straps off them. Laura watched the garment fall to the floor. Karen now wore only her heels.
Karen looked imperiously down at the kneeling Laura. The uniform fit her tightly, pinching her waist and forcing her big breasts outward. The dusky tan pegs of her nipples stood out hard.
"Tuck the skirt into the apron," Karen directed, and Laura looped the silk over the wide, white waist straps that were bowed at the small of her back. "Now, you may taste me," Karen said.
Laura stared at Karen's loins for a moment, and then she leaned forward to touch kisses up and down the dark feather of her hair. Her lips parted, and she drifted her tongue up and down Karen's lips. Karen's eyes lidded, and she moved one hand over the waves of the woman's hair while continuing to hold the belt in the other.
Karen's feet moved further apart as Laura's tongue began to push up into her furrow, and her fingers curled in the woman's hair. With a low moan, Laura pressed her face tightly to Karen's underbelly, and her hands gripped the lush ass cheeks so that she could hold her closer as she feasted on Karen's rich secretions.
Karen's naked body arched forward off the balls of her feet as Laura's tongue darted and swirled within her channel and then rose to focus in on her clit. She swayed from side to side as Laura's mouthings became more and more impassioned, and her cunt began to thrust against the woman's face. Her hand tightened in Laura's hair, and she turned Laura's face against the fevered pulsings of her snatch.
"Yes, eat me, bitch!" Karen gasped through clenched teeth. "Suck it! Suck my clit!" she groaned, and Laura eagerly obeyed.
Karen groaned as Laura's lips suckled the long node, and she twisted side to side from the waist as the woman's tongue washed over the sizzling apex. She pushed up onto the balls of her feet, and her head went back as her arms straightened. She gripped Laura's head with both of her hands, and her ass tightened as she squirmed her throbbing cleave against Laura's hungry mouthings. Her head went back as her eyes squinted shut, and her mouth widened as a strangled cry worked itself free of her throat. She moaned from deep in her chest, and then it abruptly ceased as her breath caught. She leaned forward from the waist as if all the wind had been knocked out of her, and her eyes opened wide. The orgasm expanded from the spasmings of her cunt, and her whole body shook as her mind spun faster and faster.
The air broke free of her constricted throat, and Karen slumped forward. With the belt being held in one hand, both slid down Laura's back. Karen gasped for breath as Laura's hands and mouth supported her.
Gradually, Karen began to recover, and she pushed herself back up onto her feet. She took a deep breath as she steadied herself, and she looked down as Laura leaned back from her.
"Did you enjoy Phyllis's making you come?" Karen asked, and she swung the belt back and forth alongside the statuesque leg.
"I-" Laura started to protest. "Yes," she nodded, and the light glinted from her moist lips, cheeks, and chin as she ducked her head.
"Do you find her attractive?" Karen asked, and she raised Laura's chin with the hand that held the length of leather.
"Yes."
"Does she turn you on?"
"I-I never thought about it before-"
"Now," Karen said, cutting her off. "Does she turn you on now?" she asked, and her voice was suddenly gentle.
"Yes," Laura nodded, surrendering her resistance.
"And Ben-does he turn you on?"
"What?" Laura blurted out as she was taken off-guard by the softly-spoken question.
"Yes."
"He's never bathed you, has he?" Karen asked. "You've never come to the touch of his hand between your legs, have you?"
"No."
"Do you find him handsome?"
"Yes."
"Do you watch his body when he's swimming?"
"Yes," Laura answered, and the last of the hesitation went out of her voice.
"Do you look at the press of his cock and of his balls against his swimsuit, against the crotch of his jeans?"
"Yes," Laura nodded.
"Did you buy him olympic swimming briefs because of the way it shows his body off?"
"Yes."
"Do you buy him jeans that'll be tight because you want to see the bulge of his prick?"
"Yes."
"And you've felt guilty about that?"
"Yes," Laura said, and her head lowered a little.
"You wanted to be spanked for being turned on by Ben, by his face, by his cock?"
"Yes."
"Then you shall be spanked for it," Karen said, and a flicker of joy went over Laura's face.
Laura leaned forward off her knees, and the belt flashed through the air. She gasped. The belt sounded as it kissed her ass cheeks. Her hands slipped from her knees, and she dropped forward onto her elbows. The belt whistled through the air and slapped out against the plush cushions of Laura's flesh. Her hands grasped Karen's shapely ankles. The leather again curved to her fanny. Laura pressed her face to Karen's calves, and her lips slid down past her hands to kiss Karen's feet as the belt continued to rise and fall.
Breathing heavily, Karen let her hand drop back to her side, and the tip of the belt drifted atop the carpet. Laura's hands relaxed, and she sat back against her heels. Slowly, she raised her face and saw that Karen's plume was still damp from her kisses. She could still clearly taste Karen's juices in her mouth.
"Do you feel better?" Karen asked, and Laura nodded with a little smile. "Would you like to suck Ben's cock?"
"Yes," Laura said without hesitation.
"You'd like for you and him to fuck?"
"Yes," Laura nodded, and she brushed her hair back from her face.
Karen looked past Laura and smiled. Laura looked at her for a moment, and then looked around with a puzzled expression that became one of disbelief. Ben stood by the closed bedroom door, and she watched her smiling son begin to undress as his eyes moved over his mothers bared ass, and then over the big breasts thrusting through the maid's uniform's cut-outs.