Gay/Lesb - LGBT Kim’s New Life - by Janetmon ( Complete )

[hirarandi]

Sam took a deep breath and said, "When Mistress Allyson and I arrived home last night she asked me what I thought of you, Kimmy. I exploded and said 'I hate her. That fucking bitch is going to take Kelly away from us." 

I opened my mouth to tell her what happened, but Sam stopped me. "I know what you're going to say, Kimmy. Mistress Allyson already explained that she initiated the introduction. I was not rational. I know I acted normal at Lisa's, but I was seething inside. The more attention Miss Kelly showed you, the madder I got, and I honestly do not know why. I am not a jealous person, but maybe it is just because I love both of them so much. The reason really doesn't matter. I know that Miss Kelly would not leave us. We're just too close; almost like sisters, and I know she loves me as much as I love her. For that reason alone, there was absolutely no cause for my outburst. I knew I was in deep trouble as soon as the words left my mouth. I just don't know what got into me. I spoke without engaging my brain and deserve to be punished. Mistress Allyson, Miss Kelly and I have discussed the use of such words many times. We all feel that calling someone a 'slut,' 'bitch.' or 'cunt' in place of a slave name is OK if used in a loving way. Many Dominas do use those names to belittle their sub, but that is not right. The way I said it was derogatory and demeaning and should never ever be used with reference to any woman. 

"Enough rhetoric, Sam! Bring a chair from the dining room and place it in front of the fireplace." As soon as she sat the chair on the floor, Kelly said, "Stand and present, facing the chair."

The next instruction was mine. "Kimmy, kneel behind Sam pull her shorts down to her knees."

The first thing I noticed when I pulled the shorts below her hips was the small brass rectangle hanging between her legs.

"Ohmygawd!" I exclaimed. "Is that a padlock?"

"Yes, it is slut. It's the substitute collar that Sam was alluding to earlier. The yoke goes through two piercing tubes in her labia, one on either side of her vagina. Its weight keeps her constantly aware of its presence and of her status, especially when it swings free under skirts."

"Oh, wow! What a trip."

"Since it excites you so much, maybe I'll get you one someday." The now incessant shudder arrived.

"I want you to pay attention to my next command, little one. It is one you should not forget." To Sam she said, "Prepare yourself for receiving your punishment, Sam." Kelly explained the specifics of the position while Sam bent over and gripped the sides of the chair seat. 

"Mistress Allyson sentenced you to five ones from each of us, correct, Sam."

"That is correct, Miss Kelly."

"Kimmy, kneel about three feet to Sam's right so you can watch."

"Hold your position and keep looking down at the chair seat, Sam. I need to give Kimmy a little demonstration."

She moved beside me and said, "Hold your left hand straight out, pet; palm up." I gulped and obeyed. Kelly explained that, because of the plastic rod, this cane was a severe whipping instrument. "Since Sam selected it, you need to have an idea of what she is willing to receive as punishment for calling you a bitch in such an insulting manner." She held the rod about a foot above my hand. As soon as she started the downward motion, I jerked my hand away. Kelly stared at me then pushed the tip of the cane against my nipple. In a very terse voice she said, "Since I haven't explained all the rules to you, slut, you just got away with one. When ordered to receive a punishment, you do not even flinch. If you EVER pull away from me again, I will cane your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. Now get your hand out there again."

I was shocked at the tone of her voice. There was no doubt I had been severely rebuked. I quickly extended my hand. This time she held the cane about two feet above my hand. When it connected with my flesh, I screamed and immediately tucked my hand under my arm. "That really hurt, Mistress."

"It was meant to hurt, pet, but you can consider it a mere love tap compared to what Sam will receive."

"Are you ready, Sam?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly."

"Position!" I knew this was another command I would need to remember. I

watched carefully as Sam leaned forward a little, spread her feet so they were about 18 inches apart, adjusted her stance so her back was nearly parallel to the floor and thrust her butt back slightly.

Kelly turned back to Sam, touched her ass with the cane to judge distance then pulled her arm back. The only sounds in the room during the next second was the "swoosh" of the cane moving through the air and the very loud "splat" as it connected with naked flesh.

I couldn't believe it. I jumped more than Sam did when the cane landed on her bare ass. She merely groaned, gripped the chair seat harder and held her ground as the cane indented her flesh before bouncing back. I watched, almost mesmerized as a white stripe immediately appeared across her cheeks, then started turning pink. I then heard her gasp, releasing the breath that she was holding and saying, "One; thank you, Miss Kelly."

I couldn't take it. "Please don't hit her again, Mistress. She really didn't mean what she said, and it doesn't bother me."

"The choice is not yours. Allyson assigned her punishment and she is the only one who can reduce it. Besides, Sam is a masochist and loves it; don't you, Sam."

"Yes, Miss Kelly."

A second stripe quickly crossed the otherwise white ass. It hurt me just to watch the second welt form as the first was beginning to change to red. I knew that the marks would eventually become dark red bruises. Sam took a deep breath and said, "Two! Thank you, Miss Kelly."

I had to say something. "Mistress, don't you think that is enough?"

There is an adage... "If looks could kill..." that would be appropriate at this moment.

"Damnit, slut. Her Mistress said it would be five. Would you like to take her place for the other three?"

"No, ma'am," I gulped.

"Then remain silent. One more word and you shall also receive five."

I cringed with each sound of the final three strokes, and could not believe that Sam remained nearly silent, except for the low groan, deep breath, the count, and saying "Thank you, Miss Kelly." I, on the other hand, nearly cried out with the sound of each stroke. When she finished, Kelly held the cane to Sam's lips. She kissed it and thanked Kelly for her punishment. Strangely, she remained in the same position. I saw tears dropping onto the chair seat. Tears started to form in my own eyes. 

"You may rise, pet. It's your turn."

I looked up at Kelly with questioning eyes. "My turn? I don't understand."

"Did you not hear me when I asked Sam to verify that she was to receive five strokes from each of us?"

I remained silent for a long time trying to process what she meant...what I knew was to happen. "Each of us?"

"Yes, my pet. Five from me and five from you."

"But why me? I don't understand."

"You are the one she called a fucking bitch, Kimmy. You are my slave. She is not permitted to call you vile names like that. That is the punishment her Mistress decided. Now get up here and carry out your portion or you both will get ten. She will be punished for your recalcitrance."

More tears flowed as I reluctantly stood, took the cane from Kelly, moved to the side, took aim and swung. "Damnit, Kimmy, that was about the weakest fucking swing I have ever seen. I doubt if it will even leave a mark. I won't even count it as part of your five. If you don't do any better, we'll be here all night until you cane her as hard as I know you can."

The tone of her voice during her verbal attack pissed me off. I swung the cane five times as hard and fast as I could, not even giving Sam time to count. The second I stopped, the thought, "Damn, doing that felt good," surged into my mind. And then I felt guilty. Sam was now my friend and I enjoyed whipping her ass. How could that be? I dropped the cane and said to Kelly, "I hope that was better, Mistress."