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Ashley, standing right in front of me where I lay strapped down over the table, pulled her night shirt over her head. I looked up into her green eyes, over her ample breasts with their big pink nipples, and I wondered again whether I had done a very foolish thing in asking for this: even though I had kissed Ashley between her legs before, to do it this way, as an abject apology and a preparation of a terrible ordeal to come, made my breathing speed up, and go in and out raggedly between my lips.
My friend’s troubled expression didn’t help: in her eyes I thought I could see a sort of mirror—the image somehow reversed—of my own feelings. Just as I wanted desperately to make amends in a submissive way that suited my regret for my awful misbehavior, Ashley wanted to enforce my humiliation, despite how much conflict if clearly caused inside both of us. I watched her face go from a hard, demanding look of strict justice to a soft look of sympathy and back again as she drew her panties down to her knees and let them drop, then stood up again to gaze down at me.
“I’m…” I started to say, intending to apologize again, but Ashley didn’t let me finish.
“Be quiet, Marianne,” she said, her eyes seeming surprised at her voice’s severity, but her face set into a firm expression that matched it. “Show me how sorry you are. Eat this pussy like a slutty bad girl does.”
Slutty.My daddies hadn’t used that word with me. It sent a thrill through my nervous system, and I understood in a flash that my friend had said it to try to help me. She meant, I felt certain, that part of becoming who I should be—a bad girl like her, yearning to be her daddies’ little-lady-fuck-toy—involved figuring out that I could… I couldplaywith all those shameful roles, those ideas of what a young woman who loved submissive sex might be.
Slut. Bad girl. Whore.
I put out my tongue, my eyes still locked with Ashley’s. My chin rested at the very edge of the table, so that when she took another little step forward, her pussy came right up against my face. My nose pressed into the sweet curve of her mons, and I stretched my tongue out as far as I could go, not caring about the discomfort in my neck, because I had to show Ashley I understood—I had to tell her, without words, that I wanted to be a slut for her, and for our daddies, even if they wouldn’t let me come until I had made full amends for the terrible thing I had done.
She put both of her hands on my head. I kept looking up even though I couldn’t see Ashley’s face anymore: all I could see was her big, gorgeous breasts. I felt a pang of jealousy, even though I knew my daddies liked my little breasts, too, and that shameful, envious feeling made me feel even sluttier. I licked and licked, and whimpered and whimpered, as I pleasured her. Ashley’s hips started to ride back and forth, pushing her needy clit against my face. From high above, I heard wanton little grunts emerge from her mouth, each of them slightly muffled, as if my friend wanted to keep herself from making such unladylike noises, but the pleasure my tongue gave was just too great.
I had lost track completely of what our daddies were doing while I made amends to Ashley’s pussy, but Daddy Jacob’s hand on my back—I couldn’t see him but I somehow knew it had to be his strong hand, and no one else’s—made me gasp into my friends’ privates. I had no doubt what my bear daddy meant to do next, and the shock of fear that preceded the hard spank he delivered to my ass, atop the terrible welts from his belt, mingled with an insane longing for it, for more punishment that would prove how much care my daddy meant to take of me.
“Alright,” Daddy Jacob said, after the spank, and my scream of pain into Ashley’s pussy, had died away. “Let’s get her loose from the table so we can fuck her the way she asked for.”
CHAPTER29
Jacob
I had to admit to myself that it would be a challenge to balance the demands of my apparently insatiable lust for Marianne with the need to make this gangbang an important step in her rehabilitation. My instincts would come to my aid, I knew, but the thought of giving her precisely what she had asked for—both with her irresponsible, foolish running out of the firehouse to try to deal with the fire and with her request for the four of us to treat her backside to some rigorous anal discipline—had fired my dominant blood to fever pitch.
I had to make sure my tender, caretaking side had a voice as well, as I decided how this all would go. I knew we wouldn’t do anything that would physically harm Marianne, as rough as I knew we meant to be with her. I also wanted her first session of true submission, though, to help her make real progress along her path to secure maturity and comfort in her own bad-girl skin.
I unbuckled the webbing straps from across her waist and her knees. My cock hardened even further as I watched her start to move her body freely, wriggling her bruised backside experimentally. Marianne whimpered softly into Ashley’s pussy with each little movement of her hips, pain clearly mixed in with her arousal. She would feel the effects of the lesson my belt had delivered for a day or two, I noted with satisfaction, and she would see them whenever she looked over her shoulder at the mirror—something I knew, with every fiber of my daddy-nature, she would do on a regular basis.
I unhooked her cuffs from the table, and though Marianne let out a little cry of protest as she felt me doing it, I refastened the cuffs to one another, behind her back.
“You’re not going to be able to get in our way now, honey,” I told her matter of factly.
Marianne stopped her frantic licking and kissing to turn her head away from Ashley’s privates, despite her friend’s grip on her head. My bad girl’s blue eyes met mine over her friend’s wrist. She seemed on the verge of saying something, but when she saw the expression on my face, she swallowed visibly, and merely looked a plea into my eyes.
“Ashley,” Paul told his own bad girl, “don’t let her do that. Make her keep her mouth on your cunt.”
Marianne let out a wailing cry, and Ashley emitted a little sob as if in sympathy, as she obeyed her daddy. My cock gave a leap at the sight of the expression on the red-headed girl’s face, the deep conflict it showed between her need for Marianne’s shameful oral service and her care for her terribly punished friend. Marianne’s head went up and down rhythmically as she tried to bring pleasure, so obviously longing to show her daddies she was learning her lesson that I wanted to hug her gently and fuck her senseless at the very same time.
“Ashley, honey,” I asked, “are you close to coming?”
She turned her adorable green eyes to me, her lower lip caught between her teeth and her forehead deeply creased. She nodded.
I put my hand on Marianne’s warm bottom and squeezed gently, so that she cried out, her head moving even more rapidly.
“Go ahead and use Marianne’s face until you come,” I told Ashley. “Then we’ll really start her gangbang.”
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Marianne
Ashley’s hands gripped the back of my head even more tightly. She had strengthened her hold there a lot after I had tried to look at Daddy Jacob to ask him to uncuff me, and her daddy had made her turn my face back to her warm, wet pussy. After Daddy Jacob told her to use my face, though, those little hands held my head completely still, and my friend rubbed her fragrant privates forcefully over my nose and mouth, as if desperate to obey my daddy and to find release with my helpless aid.
Ashley’s hips changed their rhythm. They jerked, pushing her clit against my nose, and I heard her cry out as I struggled to breathe through my mouth and to flick my tongue over her salty inner lips the way I knew she liked. Her whole body shuddered, and her hips moved again, riding me hard, almost hurting me in her need to come.
Daddy Jacob kept kneading my bottom cheeks, very gently but still with more than enough pressure to remind me every second that he had whipped me within an inch of my life. Somehow he seemed to know exactly how to make me a good girl for my friend: I felt as if his hand on my ass represented his approval and his encouragement, telling me that as shameful as my service to Ashley’s bad-girl needs seemed, my daddies had decided I should give it, and so I could earn back their trust and their affection by making her pussy feel good.
“Oh God,” Ashley whimpered, her voice a little strangled, as if she too had a terribly sore bottom that her daddy wouldn’t let her forget about. “Oh God oh God oh God…”
