Unknown - Tattoo dreams

WHACK!

"One. Thank you Kelli."

WHACK!!

"Two. Thank you Kelli."

WHACK!!

"Owww! Three. Thank you Kelli."

"Now Barbara, let's begin again and see if you can get it right this time," Kelli said as Barbara let out her yelp of pain.

She started spanking the woman harder now, and Barbara Rush submissively let her buttocks be whacked, counting each stroke that Kelli delivered with her palm. Barbara remembered to thank her for each spanking as Kelli really got into it.

WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!!

"Seventy five…"

"Thank you Kelli."

"Seventy six…"

"Thank you Kelli."

"Seventy seven…"

"Thank you Kelli," the older woman was sobbing softly now with the pain of her spanking. She couldn't help herself, and more importantly, she couldn't help getting very wet between her legs as the spanking was really turning her on.

Kelli reached between Barbara's thighs and softly stroked her wet slit, rubbing the nub of her clitoris, then sliding her finger up into the woman's juicy open cunt.

She continued the spanking with her other hand.

At the hundredth stroke of her palm on the beet red cheeks, Barbara was thrashing wildly on Kelli's fingers, cumming against her hand.

The pain had turned to erotic pleasure.

The spanking drew an orgasm out from the very depths of the older woman's toes, over her calves, up her thighs and out her pussy to the tip of her sensitive clit.

Kelli was so turned on by the power she had over this woman that she pushed her roughly from her lap. She held on to her head, guiding it between her legs. She pulled Barbara's whimpering mouth onto her slit.

Barbara's tear filled eyes looked up beseechingly at her young dominatrix as her lips opened and her tongue slid into Kelli's juicy cunt. A moan of desire escaped her mouth as her tongue started to work deeply into the pretty young girl's opening.

Kelli leaned back to enjoy the erotic sight, and feelings of Barbara's expert tongue lashing in her pussy.

It looked so sexy, the older woman on her knees in front of her, head bowed between Kelli's thighs, her punished buttocks very red from the spanking she had just received, moving on her knees as she buried her face in the wet slit.

"Yes, Barbara, that's it," Kelli sighed.

"Show me how sorry you are for not having more discretion."

"Yes baby, show me how you like this reward I'm giving you," she continued.

"Oh, Barbara, do you like eating my pussy?"

"Ysssmmmphfiff," the older woman replied, her mouth not leaving the wonderful taste it now loved.

"Ysmphf… Ysmphf… Ysmphf!!!" Barbara mouthed into the cunt as she shook her head up and down vigorously.

Barbara kissed Kelli's cunt lips, just like she was kissing her mouth. It was very, very sexy as her mouth placed a soft kiss directly on the two puffed lips of her young lover.

She French kissed the dripping gash, and moved her mouth more on the lips.

She sucked each vagina lip into her mouth, first one, then left to the other.

Then her lips were encircling Kelli's clit as the young real estate agent threw her thighs wide open, and lifted her legs into the air. Kelli was cumming hard now against Barbara's mouth and her pussy let forth a torrent of cum cream into Barbara's mouth.

"Yes slave, you have learned your lesson well," Kelli sighed as another orgasm shook threw her body.

"Yes Barbara, I think I just might keep you as my lesbian sex slave after your divorce is final and we get this house sold," the girl lied.

Barbara was so thankful the young girl forgave her, and even more thankful she had spanked her needy bottom.

She would always be Kelli Stroud's slave now.

She knew it.

She would be her lesbian sex slave forever.

She lapped once more at Kelli's cunt, to lick up the last remaining drops of her mistress's pussy juice.

Barbara Rush had entered a new world of sexual fulfillment. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.

And, she wanted more.

Much more.

Over the next few weeks, Kelli had Barbara repeat her submissive scene many times. She especially loved it when Barbara's new sexual awakening made her cry out and beg for a hard hairbrush spanking first, and then a severe whipping!

"Harder, Kelli, harder!" Barbara would moan as Kelli's palm slapped her globes with abandon.

"Spank me harder!!"

"Whip me!!"

"Please?"

The entreaty was moaned in agony more than once by the older woman.

And Kelli gladly obliged.

"Oh, hurt me Mistress Kelli," Barbara Rush finally shouted one night as Kelli was whipping her buttocks. She had fallen into that deep submissive state that only those whose overwhelming need to serve, seem to get to.

Later, she would wonder how she had got there.

Was she born this way?

Or, was it the abuse suffered over the years at the hand of her husband Craig?

Barbara never would find the answer she sought.

She just knew what she was, and what she needed from this gorgeous young creature who knew how to draw the deepest orgasms she had ever experienced in her life.

Her body became a tool for Kelli's lust driven passions.

Kelli was day dreaming, during an office staff meeting, about her last rendezvous with Barbara when she heard the broker calling her name.

He wanted a status report on all her listings and wanted to congratulate her on getting the increased commission on the Rush's home.

Kelli dutifully acknowledged the broker's praise, and more than one pair of jealous eyes darted into her as several other agents squirmed when it came their time to report.

Kelli Stroud still was not making friends at the office but what did she care. She had money, a ton of business, her secretary's lesbian love, and Barbara Rush as her lesbian sex slave.

She was in seventh heaven.

She was getting such satisfaction from fulfilling Barbara's needs that she had not paid too much attention to Laura.

She didn't know that even though Laura was young, she was as conniving as Kelli. She began to follow her around in the evening, coming to the Rush home after Kelli, and listening to the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom windows.

And the harsher sounds of leather striking naked flesh.

As Laura stood outside the window, she took several photographs of the lesbian sex slave scene, and was especially careful to make sure both Barbara's face and Kelli's were prominent.

It wasn't difficult to make out either of the woman's faces.

On this particular night, Barbara Rush was tied with her hands above her head, attached to a hook in the ceiling, as Kelli, in thigh high leather boots and nothing else, wielded a long bullwhip which curled around the agonized woman's breasts. Laura quickly stole away from the house as the screams of the whipped woman echoed in her ears.

Laura arrived early at the office the following day, and caught Kelli coming through the door.

"Uh, Kelli, do you have a minute?"

"No, Laura, I have appointments back to back this morning and I've got to get ready for them."

"Uh, Kelli, I really need to talk to you." Laura continued.

"Not now, Laura," Kelli answered with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Kelli continued towards her desk, with Laura right behind her. Bringing her hand out from behind her back, Laura tossed the Polaroid shots she had taken the night before onto Kelli's desk.

"I said, I needed to talk with you."

Kelli took just a micro second to regain her composure. There was no mistaking the subjects in the photos, nor the activities being performed.

"So?" she coolly answered.

"I think that you and I need to have a long talk Kelli. You know that Rick and I are breaking up, and well, I need to have some security. How about I forget I've got these photos and you give me half of all you commissions from now on."