Jessica was waiting in the dark basement. There were plenty of lights, of course. If she'd wanted she could have filled the room with light. She preferred the ambiance in the dark. The psychology of a dungeon was what had led her to choose her major. Her mentor had always insisted that intimidation did more to bring a sub to heel than any implement of pleasure or pain. To that end she had tied her hair in a tight bun and had put on a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. This little touch reminded her of a particularly overbearing teacher she and Elizabeth had had. She knew Elizabeth wouldn't remember, but she hoped the half-forgotten fear would linger in her subconscious.

She leaned against a table, holding the crop in her hand. She heard Marcus and Lizzy on the stairs. Marcus entered first. He gave Jessica a playful nod before placing himself on a throne-like chair on the far end of the room. From there he could observe everything that occurred. Next came Elizabeth. Jessica caught herself staring. Corrupting an innocent schoolgirl was one of Jessica's favorite role-playing scenarios. Of course she was usually the schoolgirl. She was excited to play the mean teacher today, especially with Marcus watching. Then she noticed the drool still on Elizabeth's chin.

"What is that on your chin?"

"This student of yours is very sorry about her previous outburst. I do believe she is ready to accept whatever punishment you have in mind."

Jessica looked between Marcus and Elizabeth. She hoped she was maintaining an angry stare. In truth she was fighting back a smirk; she was loving this.

Marcus took his position on the chair in the corner. Jessica felt a slight flutter in her stomach. The sight of his tall, strong frame on that chair excited her. Unfortunately it was the wrong part of her. She had to be firm, to take charge. Elizabeth's outburst had scared her. She couldn't let that stand. Elizabeth had to fear her, at least a little, or this wouldn't work. Respect couldn't exist without an element of fear, her mentor had taught her, and no one submitted to a domme they did not respect. She held the crop in both hands behind her back and took a measured step toward Elizabeth. Elizabeth clearly didn't know what to do in this situation. The other woman simply stood her ground, appraising Jessica with a slight tilt of her head. Jessica loved that little head tilt. It was cute, betraying an innocence that told her that her friend was still in there.

Jessica didn't want to do what she did next. She didn't want to frighten her friend and she didn't want to risk another outburst. Order, however, had to be established and this was the best way to do it. She only hoped Elizabeth would understand. Elizabeth was still studying her when she lashed out with the crop. Jessica wasn't fast enough to get past the other woman's catlike reflexes. Elizabeth saw the crop sail out from behind Jessica's back and allowed it to strike her cheek. The smack was loud enough to raise Marcus' hackles. Jessica glanced at him and saw the concern on his face, but he stayed in the chair for now.

"You do not stand when begging forgiveness."

"Yes, ma'am." Elizabeth slid to her knees. Jessica put the crop under the other woman's chin. "Look at me." Elizabeth raised her eyes. There was no hurt in them. Jessica breathed a silent sigh of relief. Elizabeth was smiling.

"Are you sorry?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"For?"

"For losing my temper. It was... not proper."

"Well put. Are you ready to take your punishment?"

"Yes, ma'am." Elizabeth seemed to think that those two words were all she was allowed to say. That suited Jessica just fine but Marcus would insist on consent.

"You understand that you don't have to do this."

"I want to, ma'am."

"Why?"

"I deserve it."

Elizabeth's tone nearly buckled Jessica's knees. She'd never dreamed she'd hear those words spoken in so perfect a manner. Jessica placed the crop on Elizabeth's head and guided the woman down onto her hands and knees. Once she was in position, Jessica returned the crop to her back. She circled Elizabeth, assessing the other woman from every angle. Her posture was stiff. She wanted to portray authority and control. It was difficult but she wasn't about to let this end as quickly as her body wanted. She had a lesson to teach before she could satisfy her baser desires.

"Your outburst was totally unacceptable. It will not happen again."

"No, ma'am." Elizabeth was beginning to tremble. Jessica knew the other woman could hold this position for hours if need be. The trembling had to be fear, not fatigue. Jessica's excitement reached a whole new level. She had to look away for a moment to compose herself. It didn't help. All she saw was Marcus, sitting there like a king. Watching her with that hungry expression he didn't know he had. The crop sailed out, arching up at the full extension of her arm and cracking down like lightning. Elizabeth didn't flinch as it made contact with her firm buttocks, but her eyes went wide.

"Tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Each time I strike you."

The blows fell like rain. Left cheek, right cheek, back and forth. Each time Elizabeth's apology grew higher in pitch. By the time Jessica had satisfied herself, Elizabeth's bottom was blushing a deep pink. Jessica enjoyed inflicting pain, but Marcus wouldn't abide anything worse than a bruise. Jessica glanced at him. No disapproval. She decided to give him a bit of a show.

"Now, see that bench? Crawl over to it."

Jessica indicated the horse toward the center of the room. The chair Marcus sat on would have fit her intentions better but she couldn't ask him to move. She could barely handle looking in that direction at the moment. She focused on Elizabeth as she crawled over to the horse. The woman's pink bottom bounced as she crawled. The skirt doing nothing to conceal what lay beneath until she reached the horse and took up a kneeling posture once more.

The horse resembled a thin picnic table with a top no wider than the sides. The top and sides had leather padding, which was intended to support a submissive as they straddled the top with their legs on the sides. This would expose their bottom to the dominant, allowing for a number of fun little torments. Jessica had a different use in mind, however. She took Elizabeth by her pigtails as she sat down on the edge of the horse. It wasn't quite as wide as a picnic table seat but it served her purpose. She tugged at Elizabeth's hair.

"Over my knee."

Elizabeth didn't hesitate. She rose up and lay her body over Jessica. Her tight belly barely touched Jessica's lap. The taller woman was essentially bending over. There was little to no weight on Jessica's legs. This wasn't good enough. She pushed Elizabeth over a little more so that the other woman had to rely on Jessica to keep from falling. Much better. Jessica tugged at Elizabeth's skirt. The other woman had little to no shame when it came to being exposed, but she knew how to role-play. Jessica glanced at Marcus. One day she'd tell him about her little sessions with Lizzy late at night in the center. One day, but not today. Today she'd let their little show hint at what he'd missed.

"This is far too short, all the boys can see your panties. Is that what you want?"

"I like being looked at," Elizabeth replied. She looked at Marcus and added, "By nice boys."

Marcus' reaction was perfect. Jessica reveled in the dumbfounded expression Elizabeth's response left on his face. If he really was running a tab on her little provocations, this would certainly go on it. She could barely keep from squirming as she returned her attention to Elizabeth.

"You naughty little slut. I'll give the boys something to look at!"

She lifted Elizabeth's skirt, exposing her panties. With her open palm she slapped Elizabeth's right cheek hard enough to cause the taller woman to buck forward. As soon as Elizabeth rocked back, Jessica did the same to the left cheek.

"Count with me. Ten slaps starting now."

Her hand came down hard on Elizabeth's right cheek again.

"One." Elizabeth said the word with a moan.

Jessica slapped down on the left.

"Two." Another moan.

Jessica kept alternating right then left and Elizabeth kept counting. Marcus looked like he wanted to say something as Elizabeth's butt went from pink to red, but he held his tongue. He'd said he'd let Jessica take the lead here and he appeared intent on keeping his word.

"Seven, eight." Elizabeth's hips were rocking back and forth with the slaps.

"Nine! Ten!" Elizabeth cried out as her body began to shudder. Her muscles clenched and her eyes rolled back. Jessica placed her fingers against Elizabeth's soaked panties and felt the telltale pulsing. She was delighted. She'd known only a few women who would orgasm just from a spanking. She wanted to kiss Elizabeth, but that wouldn't fit with the performance. Since Marcus was watching, the show had to go on.

"You bitch. Did you just come without permission?"

"I, uh, I think so, ma'am."

"How dare you." Jessica massaged Elizabeth's butt while she spoke. She was careful to keep an eye out for swelling as she continued her act. Jessica prided herself on her ability to keep her subs in the moment while ensuring their safety.

"You like orgasms, do you?"

"Of course." Jessica honestly couldn't tell if Elizabeth was acting or serious. It hardly mattered. Jessica shoved Elizabeth off her lap. The woman rolled casually onto the floor and looked up at Jessica for guidance.

"Remember that thing you were looking at, Lizzy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Crawl over to it."

The sybian was in Marcus' direction. He didn't speak as Elizabeth passed, but he grabbed Jessica's arm.

"When did she learn to..."

"I thought we agreed that it was girl time."

Marcus gritted his teeth for a moment. Jessica couldn't fight back her smirk.

"Lay off her butt," he said at last.

"Or what?" She eyed the seam of his pants. He was rock hard. It was all she could do to keep from mounting him without permission.

"See to Elizabeth. I'll deal with you later."

"Promises, promises."

He released her arm. She'd pay. He didn't need to say it. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. Elizabeth wouldn't be the only one sore tomorrow.

Elizabeth was waiting on her knees with her back to the two of them. She stared at the sybian with a detached, curious look. She had no idea what awaited her. Jessica took a moment to simply stroke her hair and let her wonder. Let the anticipation build.

"Do you know what it does?"

"No."

"Do you see that rubber thing on top?"

"Yes."

"What does it look like?"

"A cock?"

"Exactly. Kneel over it. Let it go inside you." Elizabeth didn't hesitate. Jessica smiled at her naiveté as she crawled up to the device. She positioned herself on the saddle-shaped device with ease. Next Jessica bound Elizabeth's arms to the crossbar.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?

"No."

"Do you care?"

"You want me bound?"

"You're going to want something to hold on to."

"It's not because of fear?"

"No."

"You aren't afraid of me anymore?"

Jessica knelt down and looked her friend in the eye. Elizabeth was bound, straddling a device she didn't understand, and yet her eyes showed nothing but concern for Jessica.

"You startled me, that's all."

"I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

Elizabeth smiled. An easy, gentle smile. Jessica gave her a moment, then returned to character. "For scaring me. Not for coming without permission." Jessica picked up the control box for the sybian. It attached to the device by a cord just long enough for her to show the box to Lizzy.

"Since you like orgasms so much, I'll give you as many as you like. More than you can handle."

Elizabeth began to tilt her head again. Before she could finish the gesture, Jessica turned the knob. Elizabeth's tilt was interrupted by her head snapping back as she cried out in ecstasy.