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The last thing I expected to find when I came home early from work that day was the tangled mass of naked limbs writhing on my bed. For several minutes I stood in the doorway trying to decipher which arm or leg belonged to which body. I’d finished work early that day and had come straight home wishing to surprise Rose my current partner, girlfriend and part time submissive. The strange a****l noises that greeted me from upstairs as I opened the front door stopped me from calling out my usual cheery greeting and for some time I simply stood in the hallway trying to make sense of it. Eventually I came to the only possible conclusion and slowly and quietly climbed the stairs. What I saw when I looked into the bedroom was much as I had envisioned it. Rose and another, unknown, woman, both of them naked, were tangled together and giving off strange moans and squeals.

I coughed, loudly. The woman at the bottom of the heap stopped at once and struggled to see past an obscuring leg. Finally her puzzled looking face emerged looking in my direction. I must admit to finding amusing the slow change from puzzlement to horror in her expression but I managed to keep my face set in a stern expression. The second woman seemed to sense that something was amiss and she lifted her head up from where it had been nestled between Rose’s thighs.

“Oh shit!” she shouted, suddenly fully aware of the situation.

She rolled off to the side of the bed away from me looking just a little frightened. There was a joint scrambling for the blanket that lay crumpled at the foot of the bed and an attempt made to cover themselves.

“Christine, its not what you think,” pleaded Rose.

“And what the fuck do you think I think?” I demanded.

I very rarely swear and Rose knows only too well that I reserve those moments when I do for very serious times. If my presence in the doorway had not already warned her then my use of the ‘f’ word set her alarm bells ringing immediately. I stepped toward the bed and grabbed the hem of the blanket and pulled it off them. They made little resistance and both cowered in a pale group staring at me.

“And who is this slut?” I asked Rose.

“She’s Syl ... errr I mean Sylvia, Miss,” Rose managed to stammer back to me.

“And how long has this been going on? Don’t lie to me.”

“This is the first time I promise, Miss.”

I flung the blanket into the corner of the room and stepped back to examine them both. For a few minutes I let them suffer from a silent stare.

“Get off the bed both of you. Stand up ... NOW!”

There was a hurried scrambling as they both climbed off the bed and stood side by side. Rose hung her head, one arm by her side, the other lifted as she tried to wipe a tear from her eye. Sylvia, her new plaything, was trying to hide her breasts and pussy with her hands and was desperately avoiding my eyes.

“Hands behind your heads,” I ordered them.

Rose immediately took up the familiar position but Sylvia seemed frozen to the spot. I stepped forward and took her chin in my hand and lifted up her face so that she was forced to look at me.

“Are you deaf you little cunt? I said hands behind your head .... NOW!”

Her hands quickly went behind her head and I released my grip and stepped back to examine her. My first impression was that she was young, possibly about 20. She had shoulder length blonde hair, the type of colour which I believe is called ‘dirty blonde’. She was a little below average height and skinny, almost unnaturally so. She still had the pert breasts that the young are so lucky to possess and what remained of her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small triangle.

“Step forward one pace.” I ordered her.

She took a tentative step forward and I walked to one side and then behind her. She had a small but colourful tattoo of a butterfly on her left buttock and she flinched when I touched it gently. Other than that I could see no others. I continued my slow tour of the two girls finally coming to stand in front of Rose. Her gaze dropped to the floor in shame and I waited for her to speak.

“Miss, I’m so sorry, please don’t be angry.”

“I think I have every right to be angry,” I hissed at her. I lifted her chin forcing her to look at me, “and where the fuck is your collar and why aren’t you wearing it?”

“Its downstairs, Miss, I took it off when I went to the pub.”

I slapped her hard across her face which brought a squeal, not from Rose but from the girl standing next to her.

“Get out,” I spat at Rose, “go downstairs and put it back on and wait for me there.”

Rose almost ran to the door and out of the bedroom. I could hear the slap, slap of her bare feet on the polished wooden stairs. I was left with her slut friend who started to move after Rose.

“I should be going as well,” she tried nervously.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her back. “You are going nowhere, slut. Stand still!”

“You have no right to keep me here.”

I took a deep breath. “This is my home and my rules, you little slut. I also have sole rights to that cunt you were so busy diving into when I came home. Do I make myself clear?”

For emphasis I gave her a sharp slap, not as hard as the one I had given to Rose but enough to make her cry out.

“But you can’t ...”

I raised my hand again as if to repeat the slap and she fell silent.

“So, let me get this straight, you pick up my girlfriend in the pub and decide to have an afternoon of naughty fun with her. Without so much as asking if she was single.”

“If you let me go I promise never to come back, and my friends will be looking for me.”

“You think life is that easy? Oh no, little bitch, we all have to pay for our wrongful deeds. Why should Rose be the only one to be punished?”

I walked behind her once more and opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet before turning to look at her.

“Hands behind your back ... now!”

Slowly and a little shakily her hand came from behind her head and appeared behind her. Deftly and with a skill born of many years of practice I clipped her wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. She immediately spun round to face me, a look of confusion and anger on her face.

“Let me go you crazy ...”

I slapped her again, a little harder this time and I saw the pain flash across her face. I reached out and grabbed her right nipple and squeezed.

“Ow, fuck ...”

“Do I now have your complete attention?”

I pulled the nipple upwards forcing her onto her toes. She nodded vigourously and I let her down slowly.

“Good. Now a few questions which I expect to be answered truthfully. Why did you visit the pub today?”

I applied a little extra pressure on her nipple and she gasped before replying, “I just wanted a quiet drink, honest.”

I relaxed my hold slightly. “How did you get here?”

I squeezed again. “I came in my car,” she managed to reply through gritted teeth.

“And these imaginary friends, where are they?”

Suddenly she looked frightened but another squeeze forced an answer from her. “I came here on my own,” her voice barely above a whisper.

“And when are you expected home?”

This time I took hold of her other nipple as well and squeezed both.

“I live on my own,” she finally confessed.

I released her nipples and she gasped with relief. I turned and rooted through the drawer once more and took out a black leather collar which I kept there for emergencies such as this. She looked puzzled as I fastened round her neck, locking it in place with a small padlock. I then clipped a leash to the collar. I clipped the key next to the one for the handcuffs to a cord that hung round my neck and let them drop out of sight inside my blouse.

“You can have those when I have finished with you. Now, follow me.”

I walked to the bedroom door and tugged on the lead forcing her to follow me out and down the stairs. I led her into the living room where Rose was patiently waiting, on her knees with her hands still behind her head. A flash of amazement crossed her face as she saw the cuffed, collared and very subdued Sylvia following me. I pointed to the floor next to Rose.

“Kneel there,” I told her and she obediently did so. She had changed in the last short while from the angry and rebellious to the quiet and submissive. I settled myself into my chair opposite them. I let a silence hang in the room.

“I’m sure all three of us realise that this afternoon’s behaviour cannot go unpunished. What that will entail I have yet to decide and I will sleep on it. Until then we will speak no more of it.”

I directed my gaze and Rose, “I assume you have been too busy to think about preparing dinner?”

She hung her head and nodded.

“I thought as much. You will have to raid the freezer then. I’m sure you can also find something for our new guest. Now, run along and get busy, I for one am starving.”

Rose got to her feet and scurried into the kitchen. I glanced at Sylvia before picking up a book from the occasional table next to my chair and, finding my place, began to read it. The only sound was the whirr of the microwave and the constant twittering of the birds in the woods outside the window.

Dinner was memorable only for its awkward silence. I am not even sure what it was we ate. Probably a repeat of a meal or meals that we had had in the previous weeks. I had re-cuffed Sylvia’s hand in front of her and I did notice one thing, that she ate all of hers at an almost reckless speed. I had been right about her needing a good meal.

After dinner I set Rose to changing the bedding on our bed and making up the bed in the spare room. I directed Sylvia to clean up after our meal and then the rest of the evening was spent with them both kneeling quietly while I watched a little TV. Eventually I stood up and motioned them both to get up. I re-fastened Sylvia’s hand behind her and then led her upstairs by her leash with Rose following behind. In the spare room I pulled back the covers on the bed and told her to lie down. I unclipped her leash and replaced it with a chain that was securely fixed to the bedpost. I wished her goodnight, switched off the light and closed the door. Rose followed me into our bedroom where she folded back the covers and started to climb into bed.

“Where do you think you’re going, slut? You’re on the floor tonight.”

I found a blanket and gave it to her. She reluctantly lay down on the floor, curled herself into a ball and tried to pull the blanket over herself. I undressed and climbed into bed to start thinking about tomorrow. I drifted off to sleep clutching the two small keys that hung on the cord around my neck.

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When I woke the next morning the sun was already quite high and streaming through the open window. I could already feel its warmth on my shoulder that had slipped from under the covers. I peeked over the edge of the bed to find a neatly folded blanket and no sign of Rose. From the distance I could hear faint kitchen noises and hoped that a coffee would soon appear. I wondered how our guest had slept chained as she was to the bed. Softly I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and Rose appeared in the doorway carrying a cup of coffee. I pointed to the bedside cabinet and she carefully placed it on top taking extra care not to spill any. I looked at her but she avoided my eyes.

“Breakfast in half an hour,” I told her, “and then we will go for a walk.”

“Yes, Miss,” she mumbled and left the room.

I sat up in bed and picked up my coffee. The elegant cup and saucer was one of my best. Rose was obviously trying to make a good impression. I sipped slowly and began to flesh out the vague ideas I had had last night for a suitable way to deal with the situation.

When I had finished I got up and had a nice shower before dressing. Today would be hot according to the forecast so I chose an almost sheer silk blouse in pale green with a darker green lightweight skirt. As we were going to be walking somewhat off the beaten track I chose a pair of thick socks and found my walking shoes at the bottom of my wardrobe. I looked around for the clothing that the two girls had so easily discarded yesterday and found them in two neatly folded piles on the dresser. A quick glance told me that none of them were suitable for what I had in mind so I looked in Rose’s wardrobe for something more fit for purpose. I selected a couple of simple shift-style dresses, one in khaki and the other in a very dark cream, and laid them on the bed. Sylvia’s shoes were totally unsuitable for a country walk with their 4” heels so I also laid out two pairs of flip-flops. They would both have to put up with those and struggle as best they could. I wasn’t, after all, planning a nice gentle afternoon picnic.

Having sorted out myself and something for the two girls to wear I went into the spare room. Sylvia was lying on her back and her eyes widened when she saw me.

“Listen ... about yesterday,” she started to say.

“Shut up,” I said to her sharply.

She shrank away from me as I reached over and unlocked the chained attached to her collar. I picked up the leash from the small table and clipped it on instead. A quick tug upwards was enough to bring her to her feet without any command. Sensing no danger of her making a run for it I also released her from the handcuffs and I led her downstairs to the kitchen. She was much more subdued that yesterday and I could sense that she was beginning to accept her position and role. I sat down at the table and pointed to the chair next to me. Rose came quickly to fill both our cups and she grabbed hers and started gulping it down eagerly. There was toasted home-made bread and jam laid out so I silently picked a couple of slices and began to spread butter on it. Sylvia looked at me quizzically.

“Go ahead, eat,” I said suppressing the urge to smile as she quickly grabbed some toast and mimicked me prepare her own breakfast.

“You too, Rose,” I said pointing to the third chair.

Rose sat down and also started tucking in to the toast. We ate in silence with both girls looking shame-faced and more than a little worried as well they might be. I think they were hoping that they might be let off lightly but it was becoming slowly clear to them that this wasn’t my intent. When I finished eating I sat back and looked at them one by one.

“We are going for a walk in the woods today, all three of us. But first you need to get cleaned up, you both still stink from yesterday.” I picked up the end of the leash and held it out. “Rose, take your smelly friend upstairs to the bathroom. You both need a good shower. Make sure you do a thorough job. After which you will find two dresses and shoes laid out on my bed. Put them on and then return here. Oh, and bring my walking boots with you, they’re on the floor by the bed.”

With a mumbled “yes, Miss,” Rose took the leash and she led Sylvia out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When I heard the sound of splashing water I went to my special cupboard in the study and took out a few choice items and put them in a small rucksack before returning to the kitchen. I opened a drawer and added another couple of bits and pieces I thought might come in useful before pouring a third cup of coffee and resuming my seat. I waited patiently until finally the two girls came down. Sylvia was seemingly content to be led by Rose who also carried my boots. I pointed to the floor and they both immediately knelt on the hard flagstones. I put out a foot and Rose scuttled forward on her knees and helped me on with my boots lacing them with a practised air. She then went back to her position. I stood up and held out my hand and Rose passed me the leash.

“The expedition is ready,” I said theatrically, “let the adventure begin,” and I tugged on the leash as a signal that Sylvia should stand. She did so quickly followed by Rose. We left by the back door and went through the garden to the back gate which let on to a rutted farm track. I led the way with Sylvia stumbling behind me and Rose bringing up the rear. A few yards along there was a stile with a clear footpath leading into the woods that covered the steep hillside. I climbed over followed by Sylvia who nearly lost one of her flip-flops in the process. Rose, more used to our little excursions, quickly followed. We walked along the path for maybe a mile before a familiar holly tree appeared. The main path went on past it but by carefully stepping around it a vague path could be seen. Probably originally a deer track we had somehow discovered it on a previous walk and it had since become a favourite part of our walks. It was almost invisible from the main path and led into unvisited parts of the wood. With a lot of ‘ow’ and ‘ouch’ and some encouraging tugs on the leash Sylvia managed to fight her way past the holly tree. We set off up the steep path in single file. Poor Sylvia struggled to keep up and a few times I had to wait while she retrieved one of her flip-flops. She was looking sweaty and a little distressed before we finally reached the clearing that I had been aiming for.

It really was an enchanted place with a carpet of yellow flower in the dappled sunshine. We were circled by large oaks and beeches and in one corner two pollarded willows. They were one of the main reasons for us coming here. Two willow trees, originally quite large had, several years ago, been cut down almost to ground level. Their lives had continued in the form of a forest of willow withies growing up from the base. A long ago fallen beech made a convenient seat which I used gratefully. I pointed to an area of grass just in front of me and both girls dropped to their knees, grateful for the rest.

For a while I sat in a patch of sunlight that came through the canopy of leaves. I closed my eyes and felt warm and content. I was interrupted by a rustling sound and when I opened my eyes Sylvia was moving around trying to make herself more comfortable.

“Stop fidgeting, bitch,” I snapped at her and she quickly became still again. I looked from one to the other slowly.

“Time to deal with you two,” I said calmly. I rummaged in my back and found a pair of secateurs that I had brought along especially for the occasion. I motioned for Rose to stand up and handed them to her. I pointed to one of the pollarded willows.

“Go and cut me half a dozen good branches. You know what I’m looking for.”

She took the secateurs and walked slowly over. Looking though the various offerings she slowly made her selections before returning to me. She handed over both the secateurs and the withies to me before resuming her position. I selected each withy in turn and examined it. Rose had chosen carefully and, more importantly, correctly. Each branch was about four feet long and about the thickness of my thumb at its base, tapering to nothing with a healthy growth of new leaves near the tip. I flexed them each experimentally and they made a satisfying swishing noise through the air. I laid them next to each other along the log at my side before turning my attention once more to the two girls silently kneeling in front of me.

“Time to get started,” I said, “I will start with you Rose and you, little cunt, will watch and wait your turn. I’m sure you both thought you could get away with it yesterday but you were both wrong and now you must both suffer the consequences.”

I paused to let that sink in before continuing. “Rose, stand up.” With a look of fear she did so. “Now, strip and assume the correct position over this trunk.”

Slowly and already with the hint of a tear in her eye, she shrugged off her simple dress and let it fall around her feet. She stepped up to the trunk and bent herself over it and spread her legs wide. Her leg muscles twitched with anticipation her body seemed to shimmer in the dappled sunlight. I picked up the first of the withies and swished it loudly just behind her and she flinched. The leaves on the tip fluttered as they passed through the air. I turned to one side and looked at Sylvia.

“I think ten strokes will suffice. Please note her position. You will be expected to copy it in the near future.” When she looked in shame at the ground I spoke to her sternly, “Watch Rose, not the dead leaves, bitch and contemplate your future.”

I swished the flexible withy one more time and then gently laid the end on Rose’s bottom. It quivered at the light touch and I let it rest there for a moment before bringing back my arm and swinging it hard. The sudden noise was loud in the clearing and even the birds seemed silent. A second blow elicited a small cry from Rose. A discarded leaf clung to the sweat on the small of her back. A third strike shed more leaves. The fourth brought out a gasp of pain. A fifth produced another yelp. I paused and stroked my hand over her bottom. Welts were beginning to show and I could feel the ripples under my fingers. I turned to Sylvia.

“Stand up, bitch, and come over here,” I commanded.

Nervously she slowly stood up and walked the few steps towards us. I grabbed her wrist and forced her hand onto the warm and smarting flesh.

“Feel it, bitch. This is your doing.” She sobbed quietly and then fought against me as I forced her hand between Rose’s legs. I knew what she would find there and I knew it would surprise her. I could tell by the change of expression that I was right as her fingers came into contact with a very wet and aroused pussy.

“Yes, she is in pain but she is also aroused. Put your fingers inside her and feel how wet she is, how excited this has made her.”

I watched with quiet delight as Rose convulsed when she was penetrated. I pulled Sylvia’s hand away to the accompaniment of a quiet groan of disappointment from Rose. I picked up a fresh branch and put it in her hand and she looked at it with a puzzled expression.

“You will finish the punishment. There are five more to go. Do it properly, with good strikes. Any I consider soft will be added to yours. Do I make myself clear?”

She silently nodded and I stepped back to allow her to move to the side. She nervously held the branch and tentatively wafted it through the air a couple of times. Then, with no warning, she struck. She surprised me with the force of her first blow. I had expected her to be more gentle and that I would have to encourage her but there was no need. A second blow brought out a satisfying yelp from Rose. Sylvia looked at me as if asking if she was doing it properly and I nodded my approval. Two more blows and I sensed that now she too was getting turned on.

“Pause. One more to go. Make it your best, bitch.”

As if emboldened she raised the switch and struck hard at the target. Rose wailed and then started to sob quietly. Sylvia dropped the branch to the ground and softly stroked the bruised bottom before her. I thought I heard the quietest “sorry”. I stepped forward and inspected Rose’s bottom. It was criss-crossed by red stripes that I knew from experience would take a few days to disappear. Sylvia had done a good job and her work was as good if not better than mine. I slid my hand between Rose’s thighs and felt her wet pussy. I could see that she was already leaking down her thighs. I stepped back. Now that she had been punished she deserved a reward.

“You may stand up now, Rose.”

Slowly she did so and her hands instinctively went behind her to feel her scarred bottom.

“Turn around, Rose, and kneel with your back against the trunk.”

She seemed at first not to understand but despite that she obediently knelt and leant back against the fallen tree trunk. Satisfied I turned to Sylvia.

“Your turn now, bitch. Strip!”

Bowing to the inevitable and with shaking hands she slowly pulled her borrowed dress over her head and let it fall to the ground. It was with no surprise that I saw immediately that her pussy lips shone with moisture.

“Go and bend over the trunk, bitch. One foot either side of Rose and spread wide.”

She shuffled forward and awkwardly got into position. Her pussy was pressed inevitably into Rose’s face and I had a brief glimpse of a smile beginning to spread before her face was hidden from view. I knew that Rose would not be able to resist the temptation and I waited for a while for the effects began to show themselves. Small groans of pleasure began to come from the far side of the trunk where Sylvia’s head hung. I quietly picked up a new withy and tried it out with a few hard swishes through the air. Sylvia went suddenly quiet while Rose re-doubled her efforts. I stroked the leafy end over Sylvia’s backside and she wriggled slightly, fighting the urge to stand up and move away. Rose’s hands immediately came round and grabbed her legs just above the knee holding her firmly in place. I struck my first blow followed at once by the second. There was a strange noise, a mix of a yelp and a moan, as the combination of the pain of the withy and the pleasure of Rose’s tongue sent mixed messages. I struck three more times and then paused. As the pain slowly eased the pleasure of Rose’s attention began to take over and the moans grew louder. I stroked the welted skin and then slipped my hand between her legs. She was soaking as I slid two fingers into her eager pussy.

“Oh fuck....” came the tremulous voice.

I withdrew my fingers. I had a task to complete. For a while I allowed them to carry on and the moans grew louder. I could sense she was close but I couldn’t allow it quite yet. I struck for a sixth and seventh time. The moaning stopped and there was a sharp intake of breath. Strikes eight and nine followed quickly. The complex feelings she was experiencing caused Sylvia to grind her pussy into Rose’s face who responded eagerly. Time for me to finish. I struck the final blow, stood back and then sat on a tree stump. The final strike seemed to push her over the edge and a string of expletives preceded her orgasm. Her body twitch violently before slowly calming down. She lay across the trunk gasping for breath. Rose had slid out from under her and I beckoned her towards me. She scrabbled across on her knees and I pulled her up and sat her on my lap. When I kissed her I could detect the different but familiar taste of pussy on her lips. We both looked at Sylvia as she slumped across the trunk her welted bottom pointing at us. Little by little her breathing slowed to normal.

I called over to her, “come here to us, Sylvia,” using her name for the first time.

She pushed herself upright and turned around. Her eyes tried to focus and she saw the blurred image of me with Rose on my knee across the clearing. I pushed Rose’s legs apart exposing her wet but still unsatisfied pussy.

“Crawl over here and say thank you to your friend.”

She dropped to her knees and crawled across the carpet of flowers, dead leaves and broken twigs with her eyes fixed on her prize. She glanced up at me and I nodded my permission.

“Make her cum. She deserves it.”

I held Rose in my arms as her orgasm slowly built before exploding into the world. I had to hold her tightly to stop her falling off my lap. When she had quietened down she hid her face in the nape of my neck and nuzzled my ear.

“Thank you, Miss, and I’m so sorry for yesterday.”

“That is now forgiven my dear. You have both had the punishment and the reward you deserved and I have had the pleasure of reddening two of the most delightful bottoms.”

I smiled down at Sylvia, her lips and chin shiny with Rose’s juices. She shyly looked at the ground.

“I’m sure neither of you will repeat it. At least not without my express permission. But now we should go. I expect something special for dinner tonight. Both of you get dressed.”

They stood up, both still conscious of the tenderness of their bottoms, and retrieved their dresses and put them on while I re-packed my bag. The withies I left where they were perched atop the tree trunk or battered and discarded on the woodland floor. I didn’t think anyone else knew of this place but if they did then they could speculate to their heart’s content as to why they were there. If not they could be useful for me in the future.

Then Sylvia did a most surprising thing. She approached me holdout the leash like an offering. I was about to say it was no longer necessary when I sensed something in her eyes. I took the leash and clipped it to her collar and a look of relief and pleasure came across her face.

“Home,” I said, “home and dinner. Rose, lead the way.”

In single file we re-traced our steps along the indistinct path until we came to the main track. Soon we were home where I made the two girls strip once more and then sat at the kitchen table as they busied themselves preparing dinner. I made them both sit down to eat which neither was keen to do but did so at my stern look.

We all slept in the same bed that night and they took turns serving my needs and those of each other. Sylvia came back many times after that until she was transferred many miles away with her job. Rose and I were sad to see her go. We heard through mutual friends that she was now happy with a new Mistress so we wished her well and returned to our quiet life. We occasionally visited the clearing in the woods and used up the supply of ready-cut withies but it was somehow never quite the same.