“Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “I see you’ve worn your corset. You know, I do love a girl restrained.”

  I almost burst out laughing, because that’s exactly what Anise and I had predicted Miss Baxter would say as she was helping me get cinched up. In fact, my entire wardrobe choice—the low-rise jeans, the corset, the bare feet—it was Anise’s idea.

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.” I looked over at Anise who was smiling, and seemed barely able to contain herself.

  “Would you mind slipping out of your jeans, my dear? I think you’ll find it far more comfortable, and I’d like to have a better look at you.”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  I had been apprised of this moment too, in my conversations with Anise. I knew that I would be asked to shed my jeans, but nothing else. I also knew that I would comply willingly, because over the past few weeks, Miss Baxter had shown me what a wonderful, caring soul she had. There was no fear in me, only intrigue and a bit of nervousness akin to stage fright—not wanting to disappoint my audience.

  “Please have a seat, Julie.” Miss Baxter patted the foot end of the massage table. “Today’s session will be mild, but I must ask you to tell me your safe word before we start.”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter. It’s peaches.”

  “Peaches,” she said, as she looked upward and worked her jaw around as if she were tasting the word in her mouth. “So very fitting. Juicy and ripe, just like you, my dear.”

  Miss Baxter touched her finger to the tip of my chin and pressed. It was gentle, but unyielding and I found myself backing away. Which, seated as I was on the end of the massage table, caused me to lie back. I believe that was the point.

  “Comfortable?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “You’re very beautiful, Julie.”

  I felt my cheeks flushing as she looked down on my supine form. Miss Baxter had her index finger on my chin again and was steering my head around so that I was looking directly at Anise.

  “I’m not the only one who thinks so, you know.”

  I watched Anise drop her gaze to the floor as the color rose in her freckled cheeks.

  “I’m delighted that you girls get along so well. In fact, I think you could get along so much better with a little guidance.” Miss Baxter’s mouth turned up ever so slightly at the corners. “Anise will be charged with delivering the pleasure in today’s session. You need but ask, and I’m certain she will be happy to oblige.”

  I watched Anise’s face turn a deeper shade of crimson. But then she looked up at me and when I smiled, she lit up. I didn’t know exactly what to expect here today, but when I thought back to her little demonstration in my room so many nights ago, and I assumed it was something we would both enjoy.

  I watched as Miss Baxter reached around to open one of the cabinets on the wall. She pulled out a black leather riding crop and laid it once across her palm with a sharp crack. She held up her hand to show me the red mark that was just beginning to form on her skin.

  “I believe you are familiar with this instrument. Do you recognize the shape?”

  I fixed my gaze on the red patch and searched my mind. There was something hazy on the fringes, but nothing solidified.

  “Anise, would you care to offer a hint?”

  I watched Anise turn so that her back was toward me. When she tugged at the waistband of her jeans to expose the top part of her butt, I understood. Anise’s reward. The bruise’s unique shape. And it looked like it had been freshened up recently.

  “Are you familiar with the concept of dualism, Julie?” Miss Baxter turned her gaze to me, but did not wait for me to respond. “For every action, there is a reaction. For every day, there is also the night. And so, for every pleasure, there is also pain.”

  Miss Baxter had touched the end of the crop to my ankle and was dragging it slowly up the inner part of my calf toward my knee. “The key to being happy is to find the right balance,” she said. “The balance between light and dark. Action and reaction. Pleasure and pain.”

  She continued dragging the crop along the skin of my quivering inner thigh, nearly to my panties, which to my horror were beginning to feel rather clingy with moisture.

  “Anise will dispense the pleasure whenever you ask, and I will be charged with delivering the pain. You will need to ask for that too, but I assure you, you will. And Julie, you needn’t worry—I promise you it will be the good kind of hurt.”

  She tapped my stomach with the end of the crop. It was an incredibly light touch, but I nearly jumped off the table when I felt the leather on my skin.

  “Shall we begin?”

  “Um, yes, Miss Baxter.” I watched Anise rise from her chair to come around to the head of the massage table, while Miss Baxter maneuvered around to the foot.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off that riding crop she held in her hand. One little tap was all it took to get me thinking about what more she might do with it. But at the same time, I was drawn to Anise’s beautiful freckled face hovering over me. I kept glancing back and forth, shifting my focus, waiting for something to happen.

  It was Miss Baxter who broke the silence. “Have you ever played truth or dare, Julie?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  Miss Baxter lifted the crop to rest the stingy end against her shoulder. “Today we shall play a game a bit like truth or dare,” she said. “I will ask you some simple questions. If you answer them to my satisfaction, I will instruct Anise to reward you for your honesty.”

  Miss Baxter shifted her stance so that the nasty end of the crop was resting against her palm. She tapped it a few times while I watched. “Or you may choose to withhold your answer, in which case I will reward you with the crop. Do you understand the rules, Julie?”

  I listened to the gentle slapping of leather against her skin and swallowed hard. There are good hurts and bad hurts, I reminded myself. This is a good hurt. “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “Good, then let’s begin, shall we?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “When would you say that you fell in love with Anise, Julie?”

  “Um.” Wow she really gets right down to it, doesn’t she? Did I love Anise? Probably. A little bit. Okay, maybe more than just a little bit. But was I ready to admit it to Miss Baxter? To Anise?

  “Um.” If I said yes, and Anise didn’t feel the same way, I’d embarrass myself and probably never live it down. But if I lied and said no, I risked hurting Anise’s feelings.

  “Miss Baxter?” I looked at her with pleading eyes. I hoped she would have mercy on me.

  “You’re not obliged to answer, Julie.” She touched the crop to my ankle and began dragging it slowly over the bare skin of my calf, finally stopping somewhere in the middle of my inner thigh. “There is an alternative.”

  I looked at the crop. I looked at Anise. I shivered. I wanted to tell her. But I couldn’t. I don’t know why. I did love her, and I think Anise wanted to hear me say it. I could see it in her eyes.

  I chickened out. “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  “Are you sure you wish to withhold your answer, Julie? You understand the consequences or your actions?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  Crack.

  I flinched. My entire body shuddered a moment later. And I felt a stinging heat spreading where she had connected.

  “I’m sorry, Julie,” she said. “I know I promised only good hurts, and that one looks like it stung quite a bit.”

  The corners of Miss Baxter’s mouth had that very slight downturn that I had learned to associate with her expression of disappointment. What had I done?

  “I honestly thought it would be an easy question for you. I’m actually surprised that you declined to answer.”

  Was it supposed to be easy? Was the way that I felt about Anise that obvious? Did she know that I fell in love with her that very first day? That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen in real life, does it? Love at first sight? “I’m sorry, Miss Baxter.”

  I looked over my toes at Miss Baxter standing at the end of the massage table. She returned my gaze with a neutral expression. Not much help there.

  I raised my eyes to Anise. She looked like someone had just punched her in the stomach. This was not going well for my first time in the extra-curricular room.

  “Miss Baxter?” I nibbled at my lower lip. “Miss Baxter, may I try again?”

  She said nothing, but I pushed forward anyway.

  “I do love her, Miss Baxter.” I raised my eyes again to the freckled girl standing over me. “I love you Anise. Probably since the first day you knocked on my door. I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you until now.”

  Miss Baxter nodded to Anise and I got my first reward. It was a warm, lingering, open-mouthed kiss from Anise. It was wonderful, and I didn’t want it to end.

  Miss Baxter cleared her throat. “Shall we continue, girls?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.” Anise and I were grinning at each other now.

  “Julie, I understand that Anise gave you a small demonstration of what goes on here in my extra-curricular room while she helped you to remove your corset. A little love bite on your shoulder, I think it was. Is that true?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.” I had no idea how she knew that, if Anise had said something, or if she was able to deduce it somehow, but she knew.

  “Thank you for your honesty, Julie,” Miss Baxter said. “Anise, you may reward her as you see fit.”

  Anise lowered her head to press her mouth to mine. I arched my back and squirmed to make better contact with her soft lips, and when she pressed against me with her tongue, I parted to let her in. We stayed locked together until Miss Baxter spoke again.

  “And what did you do after Anise left you alone in your room that night?”

  “Um.” I hesitated again. What happened to the easy questions? Did Miss Baxter somehow deduce that I spent the night thinking about Anise and masturbating until I fell asleep? Did she really expect me to say it out loud?

  Miss Baxter touched the crop to my inner thigh again—on the other side this time, thank goodness. “You may decline to answer, of course.”

  “Um.” I looked at the crop sliding over my tender skin. I thought about the pink mark I already had. I looked at Anise.

  “I touched myself.” There, I’d said it. “I touched myself while I thought about how Anise had touched me. And while I thought about the mark she left on my shoulder.”

  Miss Baxter moved the end of the crop away from my tender skin and rested it on her shoulder again. “Show us please.”

  “The mark, Miss Baxter?” I said. “It’s faded.”

  Miss Baxter looked at me with the corners of her mouth in an unmistakable downturn.

  Oh shit, she meant how I touched myself. I was not expecting that. Here I was lying face up on a massage table, wearing a corset and panties that weren’t even close to being dry anymore. Miss Baxter standing at one end and Anise at the other, and she wanted me to demonstrate how I touched myself when I thought about Anise. I’m going to die of embarrassment.

  Miss Baxter moved the stingy end of the crop back to my inner thigh, and I got the feeling that the clock was ticking on my answer. I’d better say something soon or I’d have a matching pink mark. But could I do something so intimate with an audience? Put on a show for Anise?

  I looked up into Anise’s eyes, searching for the answer. I moved my gaze to the freckles on her cheeks. I started counting the freckles and it calmed—it calmed me enough that I was able to move my hand over the outside of my panties. Oh God, I was going to do this.

  I began with tiny circles as I chewed my lower lip and desperately tried not to lose count of Anise’s freckles. I swear I saw her face glowing, and I picked up the pace just a little bit.

  “Feeling good, Julie?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.” My God, how could she ask me that with a straight face while I’m lying here creaming my panties over thinking about Anise.

  “Would you like Anise to help, Julie?”

  “Yes, please, Miss Baxter.”

  Anise laid her hands on my corseted stomach and dragged her fingers slowly up until she was cupping my breasts. I began having flashbacks to that night in my room when she helped to undress me—the night she left her mark on me—the night that I tried to ask her to stay, but she left me alone to take care of myself. Just like I was doing now.

  Freckles, I thought. Count the freckles. But when I felt the crop sliding up over my thigh, nearly to where my fingers were currently working, I lost count of which freckle I was on. I started over.

  “And if Anise’s help comes with a price? If having her hands on you meant giving me free rein with the crop? Would you still want it?”

  Would I let Miss Baxter pinken my skin just so Anise would continue caressing me? That’s what she was asking. I thought about my options—the pleasure of Anise’s warm hands on my skin weighed against the cold sting of Miss Baxter’s riding crop.

  “Julie, I’m still waiting for your answer.”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter, I would.” I arched my back, pressing my stomach to Anise’s hands. It was my way of telling her that she’d better do a good job and make it worth the torment I would have to endure. But I knew she would. Even with the rigid corset separating us, the feel of Anise’s hands on me was making me quiver.

  Anise was slowly, painstakingly making her way up to my breasts when I felt it.

  Crack!

  Miss Baxter laid the end of that crop on the tender skin of my thigh. I flinched. I started my freckle counting over at one again, but it wasn’t helping. I actually think it was the sound that scared me, because this one didn’t feel the same as the first one—the one I got for refusing to admit what everyone here seemed to know, that I had fallen for Anise as soon as I laid eyes on her.

  I was done trying to count freckles, and I had moved on to making goo-goo eyes at Anise as she looked down upon me. I could only imagine what I must look like to her, arching my back to maintain contact with her fingers, while I furiously rubbed myself through my panties.

  Crack!

  Another blow from the crop. I sucked a quick breath and held it. This one was a little higher and to the outside. I could feel the warmth letting me know where it landed. It still didn’t really hurt though, but it made me shudder. Or maybe that was Anise’s hands on me. Or my hands on myself. Or maybe it was all of that.

  I tried my best to start counting freckles again, but I couldn’t. My eyes kept threatening to roll up inside my skull. Everything was mixing together and my mind was a jumble of sensations. I settled for rubbing harder. The blows kept coming, causing me to flinch even as Anise massaged and caressed me with her wonderful fingers.

  Miss Baxter lifted the end of the crop, and I followed it with my eyes as she rested it on her shoulder again. “Are you ready to come for Anise, Julie?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter,” I heaved. I didn’t even hesitate. The embarrassment of doing this in front of an audience—the thoughts that I had found so debilitating earlier—didn’t even factor in now. It was all very simple. I needed to come. For Anise.

  “You’d better ask Anise if it’s permitted.”

  What? Ask her if I can come? My God, she’d better say yes. I’m really in a state here. What if she says no? Then what?

  I raised my eyes to Anise. “Anise, may I come, please?”

  I silently pleaded while I chewed my lip and waited for her to answer, but I kept rubbing at the same pace. Anise seemed to be taking her sweet time about it, like she was amused by my predicament. Or maybe it seemed worse because my need was so great, I don’t really know.

  “Julie, my dear, will you be needing any help from me?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter. Harder, please.”

  There, I’d done it. Just like Anise had told me I would, I was asking Miss Baxter to slap me with the crop.

  “Have you been a bad girl, Julie? Having naughty thoughts about Anise?”

  “Yes, Miss Baxter.”

  Crack!

  And just like Anise said, it wasn’t a bad hurt, it was a good hurt. I relished the crop and the stinging warmth it brought to my skin. Because each bite of the leather pushed me that much closer to release.

  Crack!

  I concentrated on Anise’s eyes. I was done with counting freckles, as if that got me anywhere anyway. I rubbed harder, faster. “Oh, Anise, I think I’m going to…”

  “Do it, Julie,” Anise whispered. “Come for me.”

  Crack!

  “Oh, gawd…” My knees were shaking, my head was swimming, and if I hadn’t been lying down, I would have probably passed out.

  Anise pressed her lips to mine just seconds before Miss Baxter laid that crop across the inside of my thigh one final time. I think I must have screamed into Anise’s mouth, because I didn’t hear much sound at all as I felt a warm gushing between my legs and my entire body spasmed with pleasure.

  When she released me, I looked into her eyes and smiled. “Did you like it?” I said.

  Anise leaned down to give me a little peck on the nose that told me everything I needed to know.

  “How do you feel?” Miss Baxter asked.

  “Mmm, so good.” I paused. “Sorry. I mean, so good, Miss Baxter.”

  That was the second time I saw an unbridled smile cross Miss Baxter’s face. Not just upturned corners, but a full glowing smile, twinkling eyes and everything.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you have any questions? Anything you’d like to change for next time?”

  I replayed the events of the past hour? Two hours? How long it had been that I was lying on this table I really didn’t know. I felt a little bit disoriented, like my head wasn’t quite attached to my body, but calm and happy.

  I shook my head slowly.

  Miss Baxter laid a finger on my cheek, and I turned to rub against her. “You might feel a little woozy for a while,” she said, “and that’s okay. I’ll leave you in Anise’s capable hands to take all the time you need.”

  “Thank you, Miss Baxter.”

  “You’re very welcome, Julie. And please consider your piano practicing for this afternoon as optional.” She strode out of the room, closing the door behind her.

 

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