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“I really am sorry, Lukus,” she whispered.
“Tell me why you did it. I need to understand your thought process.”
Should she tell him the truth? She didn’t want to make things worse, but she also knew he could tell when she was lying, and since that was a rule in and of itself, the truth spilled out.
“I was disappointed about not being able to go out, and you didn’t give me any clear reason or details. Then, when I kept trying to phone you and texted, and you didn’t answer, it really pissed me off. I had no idea where you were, or what you were doing. Hell, I still don’t, and that just doesn’t seem fair to me.”
Lukus surprised her by grinning. “Good girl, telling me the truth. Here’s the deal. I’ll try my best to talk through decisions with you outside of the bedroom, but there will be times, like today, when that won’t be possible. Regardless, I expect your submission and obedience. I have to know I can trust you.”
“You can trust me.”
“I see you trying, baby, and I hope you see me bending too. But we agreed what the consequences would be when you get off course and need a correction.”
Something in the way he saidcorrectiontold Tiff hers wasn’t over yet. Considering the guilt weighing on her, she couldn’t say she disagreed with his assessment.
Lukus spoke again. “Let’s get this over with. I’m going to make sure you get the message to put your safety first loud and clear, so we never have to repeat this discipline.”
She was about to ask what that meant when he stood, putting the crotch of his jeans only inches away from her face. She watched him unbuckle his belt, slowly pulling the wide leather from the loops of his jeans in a slow-motion swoosh. The flicking sound as the leather snaps out of the last loop might as well have flicked her clit, because the sheer act of watching him prepare to belt her naked bottom launched a fresh wave of sexual submission at being taken in hand.
Lukus stepped away to resume his place behind her. It was then she was reminded of the room’s other occupants. While her Dom had been calming her and talking, the other Dom in the room had moved to the next phase of Brianna’s submissive discipline. It looked like Markus had meant it when he said he would find punishments his pain-slut wife would hate. The look of dread in Brianna’s eyes informed Tiff he’d succeeded.
Markus had wheeled over a tall metal pole with several hooks at the top. It looked exactly like an IV stand you’d find in a hospital room, only instead of an IV, a bulging bag of what looked like soapy water hung on it, with a clear thick hose connecting to an oversized bulb attachment Markus held in his hand. The frightened look on Bri’s face gave away her suspicion about what was going to happen to her next.
While Markus spoke, Tiff comprehended that the punishment enema may have been going inside Brianna, and the belting may have been applied to her own ass, but the best friends would be made to feel the pain of both.
“I’ve prepared a new recipe for your enema tonight, Brianna. In addition to taking your two quarts, I’ve added glycerin and peppermint soap to enhance the lesson. I’ve also added a larger bulb attachment in hopes you’ll be able to hold the liquid without an embarrassing accident. Because you girls decided to get into trouble together instead of talking each other out of the poor decisions you made tonight, Lukus and I have decided to link your final lesson with each other. Tiffany, you will watch as Brianna takes her punishment enema like the naughty little girl she behaved like tonight. Then Brianna, you’ll hold every single drop while you watch Tiffany get a lashing with her Dom’s belt until he thinks she’s learned her lesson.”
Lukus’s voice reinforced his stern resolution to the plan as he added on. “If you both take your punishment like good subs and we think you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll take Tiffany home to give Brianna and Markus some privacy as Bri expels. If we don’t think you’ve learned your lesson, we’ll add to your punishment the humiliation of expelling with us all here in the room. Understood?”
Bri’s face portrayed her panic at the thought of having to expel with Tiffany and Lukus in the room. Tiff had no words to describe how much she didn’t want to witness that either. The girls answered in unison. “Yes, Sir.”
Tiffany had a front-row seat to Markus’s final preparations for his wife’s humiliating punishment. Brianna had closed her eyes, refusing to meet her best friend’s gaze. Markus lubed up the thick, long nozzle meant to go into Brianna’s behind. He squeezed the attached bulb, showing Tiffany that, as large as it already was, it would expand once inside his wife’s ass.
He approached Bri, placing one hand gently along the small of her back while lodging the nozzle against her rosebud. “It’s going in now. You know what to do. Take it in.”
Bri scrunched her face at the intrusion, releasing a long grunt as the largest part of the deflated bulb pushed past her tight anal ring.
He allowed her time to adjust to the invasion before releasing the clamp, launching the punishing solution into his wife’s body. Time passed with no change, but at the one-minute mark, her eyes flew open with alarm.
“Master, something’s wrong! It burns!”
“That means it’s working, sweetheart. The soap and glycerin are meant to cause extra bloating and cramping. An added benefit is the peppermint in the soap, which adds a burning sting. It’s hard to find punishments that don’t make you want to orgasm. I’m hoping this will be a deterrent you’re actually going to hate.”
As she wiggled her ass in a misguided attempt to get away from the wicked liquid, Tiff was convinced Markus had struck gold in the discipline department. Again, the weights swung from Bri’s nips, increasing her discomfort.
For the girls, it took an eternity for the liquid to flow into Bri’s bowel. Conflict nagged Tiff. As much as she hated watching, she knew that the second the bag emptied, she would feel Lukus’s belt on her already chastised bare bottom. Brianna began crying from the cramping and internal burn. It was with relief that Tiff saw Markus clamping off the hose before pumping the balloon nozzle.
Bri couldn’t contain herself. “Oh God! Please… Master. I’m begging you. Please let me go to the bathroom.”
“Not until you watch Tiffany receive her belting. Remember that you manipulated her into leaving the house tonight. She’s receiving this belting in part because of you. I want you to witness firsthand the consequences of your actions,” Markus said.
Brianna’s face filled with guilt.
Tiff didn’t have time to reassure her because the first crack of the belt landed square in the middle of her ass, striking both lower cheeks. The burn left in its wake seeped deeply into her already tender bottom. She managed to remain quiet for only the first three lashes. By the time the fourth landed lower, on her upper thighs, she lost it. All she could think of was escaping the pain. She struggled against her restraints fiercely as the sight of Brianna grew blurry before her. The next particularly strong stroke had hot tears cascading down her cheeks. Tiff felt the panic consuming her as the pain became unbearable. Regardless, Lukus kept up a relentless, rapid pace, without permitting her a break to collect herself.
Her out-of-breath begging through sobs was next. “Please… stop… I promise… I’ll be good… Oh God, I can’t… no more… it hurts too much… I can’t do this… please… I’m so sorry!” The panic in her voice escalated.
Tiff saw Brianna turn her eyes to watch Lukus before returning to Tiff.
