A surprising development

Friday morning came, and homecoming was now only a week away, and school would soon be in session. “Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Mia thought as she rounded the corner in the main hall of the school that led to the hallway that led to her room. She had overslept and was running late. She moved down the hall as fast as she dared in her stilettoes. As always, the enslaved teacher was dressed in a button-down shirt; today’s selection was light pink, with the top two buttons undone, a short black skirt that was barely long enough to be considered appropriate for teachers, the aforementioned stilettos, and, of course, no bra or panties. As she neared her room, she saw her mistress, Jenna, and her fellow slaves: Elissa and Bethany Cho, and Lexi Wilkens. “Sorry, Mistress, I overslept and,” Mia began with her head lowered. Jenna’s sharp slap across her face silenced her.

“I’m not interested in your excuses. Open the fucking door.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said as she fumbled with her keys slightly before unlocking the door.

“Inside all of you,” Jenna ordered as soon as the door was opened. Without a word, the four women marched into the empty classroom, followed closely by Jenna, who nearly slammed the door behind her.

Unbeknownst to Jenna and the others, the entire exchange had been witnessed by Tanisha Evans, a new student in the senior class who had moved to town with her family just days after her eighteenth birthday, and had started at Mid-City High on Wednesday, and had witnessed Jenna and Lexi begin ‘dating’ in the cafeteria on her first day. She was still trying to learn the layout of her new school and now stood near a drinking fountain with a look of shock on her face. She stood at 5’ 5” with dark skin and hair that was done in several long braids. She wore a bright yellow shirt, light blue boot cut jeans that hugged her shapely ass snuggly, and white sneakers.

“Holy shit, this cannot be happening,” she quietly said to herself as she quickly walked over to the door and peered through the small window while trying to press her ear to the door. She smiled and licked her lips as she found the perfect angle that allowed her to see into the room and barely make out what was being said.

“Get ready for inspection,” Jenna ordered, clearly irritated by being made to wait.

“Yes, Mistress,” the four other women who stood in a line in front of Jenna. Tanisha covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a gasp of shock as she watched the three students and one teacher expose themselves. Mia unbuttoned her shirt and pulled up her skirt. Lexi lifted her dark green T-shirt, leaving it above her bare breasts, before undoing and taking off her shorts and stepping out of them. The twins did the same with their own clothing. Elissa’s shirt was a red, long-sleeved shirt with a yellow floral design across her chest, and a short, tight-fitting denim skirt. Bethany pulled up her two-tone pink T-shirt, darker on the sleeves, and lighter in the main body, then slid her black denim shorts down her legs.

“Oh wow, this is happening!” Tanisha thought excitedly as she watched Jenna slowly run the backs of her fingers over Lexi’s pussy.

“Good girl, Lexi,” she said before moving on to the two twins, and was ultimately equally satisfied with their efforts. Next, she moved to Jenna, who trembled nervously. “You call this ‘shaved?’” Jenna said, her voice elevated with anger.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. " As I said, I overslept this morning, and I didn't have time when I showed before leaving for work, " Mia explained. She kept her eyes low, and her voice was weak, something that amused Jenna.

Tanisha continued to watch in amazement as Jenna reached out, gripped Mia's chin, and **** the Drama teacher to look her in the eye. "You're going to be punished as soon as everyone gets to my house tonight. For not shaving like you know you're supposed to, and for making me wait outside your door this morning."

"Please no, Mistress! It won't happen again, I promise!" Mia replied.

Outside the door, Tanisha placed her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. "Oh, my God! Miss Colby almost sounds like a little kid who knows she's in big trouble," she thought.

"Okay, I won't punish you, but I will release those photos that will end your career."

"Mistress, please don't!"

"Punishment or the end of your teaching career. Those are your choices, what's it going to be, Mia?"

"Punishment, please, Mistress," Mia said, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Very good. Mia, your task for today will be to write a three-page paper on the importance of following rules. I want it along with your journal the second you get to my house tonight."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Lexi, in addition to continuing to act like my new devoted girlfriend, we will be using a private study room in the library during third-period study hall, and you are going to masturbate for me while I film it."

"Yes, Mistress," Lexi said with no hesitation and a beaming smile. Jenna's gaze held on Lexi for a few seconds, and a look of pride came to her face.

"As for you two," Jenna began as she turned her attention to the twins. "I know you have the same free period. I want the two of you to go down to the old locker rooms, we all know no one goes down there anymore, and give each other a spanking. They will be filmed and sent to me. Tonight, whoever I decide gave the better spanking will have her pussy eaten by the loser. As for the loser, she'll get another spanking from the winner, with an implement of my choice."

"Yes, Mistress," Bethany and Elissa said together.

“You are all dismissed. As usual, you are all due at my house by 5:00 PM; do not be late,” Jenna said, looking directly at Miawhen she said the last part.

“Time to go,” Tanisha thought as she quickly walked away from the door as quickly and quietly as she could. “One thing’s for sure,” she thought as she entered the classroom where she had first period Sociology, with Mr. Parker, “I’ll never look at any of them the same again.” She sat in the back of the still mostly empty room. Even after only attending Mid-City High for a little more than a week and being in a class of almost 600, she knew who Jessica Williams was. She pulled out her phone, opened the internet app, pulled up the school’s website, and accessed the student directory, which provided the names, school-provided email addresses, phone numbers, and home addresses for students. She then copied Jessica’s address and pasted it into her phone’s map app and used the satellite view to see it. A smile came to her face when she saw it was a large, but secluded, lakehouse.

At the start of the third period of the day, both Lexi and Jenna made their way to Mrs Ramirez’s, the study hall monitor’s desk, and got a hall pass to the library. Then they left the room hand-in-hand, and Lexi was carrying not only her books, but Jenna’s as well. As they made their way through the halls, Jenna didn’t miss the doting looks that Lexi gave her as they walked. “She might be my best work yet,” Jenna thought as she smiled back at Lexi. As she did, she silently wondered if it was a form of Stockholm Syndrome, or if Lexi had been a bitch to her since middle school, because deep down, she harbored true feelings of attraction for her that she didn’t want to admit. Either way, it didn’t matter. Lexi, like all the others, was her now.

They entered the library and gave the pass to Mrs. Cardello, the elderly librarian. Like always, her long, once dark hair, now fully silver with age, was up in a bun. Today, she had chosen to wear a particularly garish dress that had a bookshelf pattern on it with the spines of several classic books like ‘Moby Dick,’ ‘A Study in Scarlet,’ and ‘Oliver Twist,’ among others, visible to anyone who looked at her, depending on their angle. “Any of the study rooms is available. Remember to be quiet, please, girls,” the elderly librarian said after reading the pass.

The two silently made their way to the furthest study room. As they neared it, Lexi let go of Jenna’s hand, walked ahead of her, and opened the door. “After you, sweetie,” she said with a smile. Jenna passed by her with an amused look on her face. She turned on the light, illuminating the room, which had a rectangular shape at its center with seating for six. The otherwise bare red brick walls had several school posters taped to them, including one listing the themed days that would start on Monday to celebrate the week of homecoming. Lexi stepped in once Jenna had moved aside from the door. Once the door closed, Jenna turned and pulled down the blind covering the long, narrow vertical window running down the center of the door.

“So, I’m ‘sweetie,’ now?” she asked as she watched Lexi stand next to the table, obediently awaiting orders.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just thought if I’m your doting, love-struck girlfriend, I’d have a pet name for you.”

Jenna smirked as she pulled out her phone, opened the camera app, and began filming. “Don’t be sorry,” she said as she sat in one of the chairs along one of the tables’ long sides and turned it to face the chair next to hers. “It was a good idea, now sit and begin.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lexi replied as she slid off her shoes and shorts before lifting her shirt above her breasts. She sat in the chair that was directly in front of Jenna, facing her mistress with her legs spread. She began to gently squeeze and caress her breasts with her left hand as her right drifted down to her clean-shaven pussy, and she began to use her index and middle fingers to lightly trace her labia.

“Remember to be quiet, we don’t want Mrs. Cardello getting curious, and no cumming until, or if I give you permission.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lexi said as she gently rolled her right nipple between the thumb and index finger of her left hand, feeling the sensitive nub pebble under her touch. Her fingers slid down to her opening, feeling the wetness that was starting to gather there. She circled her entrance, moaning softly as she pushed one finger inside herself. Lexi’s eyes locked with Jenna’s, seeing the power and control in her mistress’s gaze. It sent a thrill through her body that made her breathing quicken.

“That’s it,” Jenna whispered, keeping her phone steady. “Show me how much you want to please me.”

Lexi added a second finger, pumping them in and out while her thumb found her clit. The sensation made her bite her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. The forbidden nature of what they were doing—masturbating in a school library where anyone could potentially discover them—only heightened her arousal.

Meanwhile, at the back of the library, Tanisha had followed them at a distance. She had third period free as well and had seen the pair heading toward the library with their hall pass. Now she stood behind a tall bookshelf, peering through a gap between books. From her vantage point, she could just make out the two figures through the small uncovered portion at the bottom of the door’s window.

“This is incredible,” Tanisha thought, her own breathing quickening as she watched Lexi pleasuring herself under Jenna’s direction. The power dynamic fascinated her. Here was Lexi Wilkens—who she’d quickly learned was one of the most popular girls in school—reduced to an obedient sex puppet for Jenna Williams, the other most popular girl in school.

Back in the study room, Lexi’s movements grew more urgent. Her hips began to rock against her hand as she felt the pressure building. “Mistress,” she whispered breathlessly, “may I please cum?”

Jenna’s lips curled into a smile as she zoomed in on Lexi’s glistening fingers. “Not yet. Slow down.” Lexi whimpered but immediately reduced her pace, her fingers moving at an agonizingly slow rhythm now. “Good girl,” Jenna said, shifting in her seat. “Now tell me how much you love being my ****.”

“I love being your ****, Mistress,” Lexi whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I love serving you. I love that you control me.” Her fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. “Please let me cum for you, Mistress. Please.”

Jenna let the pleading continue for another minute, enjoying the desperation on Lexi’s face. Finally, she nodded. “You may cum now.”

With permission granted, Lexi increased her pace again, her fingers working furiously as her breathing grew ragged. Her free hand gripped the edge of the chair as her body tensed. When the orgasm hit, she had to press her lips tightly together to stifle her cries, her body shuddering violently.

Jenna captured every moment on her phone. She stopped recording and put her phone away. “May I get dressed now, Mistress?” Lexi asked meekly when her body finally calmed.

“You may,” Jenna said as she leaned in slowly and then kissed Lexi on the lips. “Better be quick, honey bun,” she added teasingly, and making Lexi blush.

At lunch that day, Tanisha sat at a table not far from where Jenna sat with Lexi at her side. She looked around the cafeteria, seeing the Cho twins sitting at a table a few tables away. She watched the sisters curiously. Neither seemed to be sitting with any discomfort, which told her they had either not spanked each other yet or they had both slacked in their effort. Something that Tanisha knew, thanks to what she had witnessed this morning, would be a bad idea on their part. She then glanced at where the staff sat. Mia Colby, the beautiful blonde Drama teacher, was natably absent. She had discreetly passed Ms Colby’s room on her way to lunch, the door had been propped open, and a distant look was on her face as she deliberately typed at her computer. “Working on that paper, no doubt,” Tanisha thought as the image of the teacher stayed fixed in her mind. She licked her lips, not to savor the taste of the small piece of cherry cobbler that had been today’s dessert, but in hopeful anticipation.

After lunch came the part of the day that both Bethany and Elissa had feared since receiving their task this morning, their free period. They waited as the cafeteria cleared out, then began making their way down the school’s main hall, and then turned to the right, heading to the school’s old and rarely used gym. Tanisha followed behind them; her math class was in the same hall. Despite her desire to follow the beautiful, identical Asians, she went into the classroom.

“Okay, remember, no holding back. Jenna will be able to tell and probably punish us both,” Elissa said as she pulled open the door to the old gym, despite her hopes that, for once, it would be locked.

“Right,” Bethany said as she stepped into the old gym. She coughed slightly. The air was stale from a lack of use in recent years. Their shoes thudded almost thunderously as they walked side-by-side, as they crossed the old gym floor, making their way to the door at the far left corner, where the door that led to the spiraling concrete steps that led down to the old girls’ locker room was.

As they opened the door, Bethany reached in and fumbled briefly before finding the light switch. She flipped it. After a few long seconds, the outdated fluorescent tube light above their heads and the ones down in the locker room flickered to life, casting pale, dim light on the pair. Before they even started down the stairs, the pungent smell of mildew entered their noses, making them wince. The two looked at one another before slowly making their way down the stairs.

“God, this place is creepy,” Bethany said as they looked at the locker room that had not been regularly used since they were in elementary school. All of the old lockers had been stripped away and discarded. All that remained in the spacious, dank room was a single long wooden bench that was covered thickly in dust, and a single steel countertop that was anchored to the concrete wall with nothing beneath it.

“You can say that again,” Elissa agreed. “I’m half expecting Freddy Kruger to be down here,” she added as she stacked the books she had brought onto the counter. She opened the camera app on her phone and propped it up against the books with the lens above them, with a clear view of the bench. Bethany let out an uneasy laugh as she used her hand to wipe away some of the dust on the bench.

“How’s the angle?” Beathany asked as she clapped her hands together several times, sending dust particles flying in the dim light of the locker room.

“As good as it’s going to get. Match you for who goes first?” Elissa asked as she held out her right hand in a closed fist with her thumb turned upward.

“Single win, or two out of three?” Bethany asked, doing the same. her

“Single in, unless you really want to draw this out.”

“Not really.” The two played a quick game of rock, paper, scissors with Elissa emerging the winner. She sighed as she sat on the spot on the bench that Bethany had wiped off.

“Start the recording, then come over here, pull down your shorts,” Elissa said, clearly not looking forward to spanking her sister or being spanked by her shortly after. Bethany hit record, took a moment to ensure that the phone was indeed recording a video, before walking back over to Elissa’s right side. With a nervous gulp, Bethany undid her black denim shorts, letting them slide down her feet and pool around her sneakers before draping herself across her twin’s lap. Elissa placed her hand on her sister’s back, feeling the heat of her skin through the t-shirt. “You ready?” she asked, her voice echoing slightly in the empty locker room.

“Just do it,” Bethany replied, tensing her body in anticipation.

Elissa took a deep breath, raised her hand, and brought it down firmly on Bethany’s exposed ass. The sound of the slap echoed off the concrete walls. Bethany gasped but remained still. Elissa struck again, harder this time, leaving a pink handprint on her sister’s pale skin.

“Remember, Mistress, will know if we’re faking it,” Elissa said, bringing her hand down again. This time, Bethany let out a small cry.

“I know,” Bethany responded through gritted teeth. “Don’t hold back.”

Elissa continued the spanking, alternating cheeks, gradually increasing the **** behind each slap. Bethany’s breathing grew more labored with each strike, small whimpers escaping her lips. After about twenty slaps, Elissa’s hand was stinging, and Bethany’s ass had turned a deep shade of red.

“I think that’s enough,” Elissa said, her voice trembling slightly. She helped Bethany to her feet and stopped the recording on her phone.

Bethany winced as she pulled her shorts back up. “My turn now,” she said, her eyes watery but determined. She sat down on the bench where her sister had been moments before.

Elissa reluctantly started a new recording and positioned the phone. She stepped out of her skirt and draped herself across Bethany’s lap, closing her eyes as she waited for the first blow.

Outside in the hallway, Tanisha had slipped away from her math class, telling the teacher she needed to use the restroom. She had followed the twins earlier and now stood at the top of the stairs leading down to the old locker room, the door cracked just enough for her to hear what was happening below. The sound of flesh striking flesh and Elissa’s muffled cries drifted up to her.

“This is too perfect,” Tanisha whispered to herself, as she resisted the urge to go down the stairs and try to get a peek at what was going on, as she silently hoped for the courage to go after what she had secretly and so desperately wanted.

The last period of the day for Jenna, Lexi, Bethany, Elissa, and Tanisha was US Government. Tanisha found it difficult to concentrate on Ms. Baker’s overexcited explanation of the electoral college. Every few minutes, she would pause and steal glances at Jenna, Lexi, and the twins. When the class finally ended, she went home and waited.

At 3:55, she sent a text to her mom saying she was going over to a new friend’s house. She didn’t wait for the response before getting into her dark blue Taurus, a gift for her eighteenth birthday, and headed toward Jenna’s lakehouse. At 4:22, she pulled onto the shoulder of the winding highway. She could see the mailbox, which had been made to resemble a rustic log cabin, that was placed at the end of the driveway. She took a deep breath as she tried to calm her racing heart. “Damn it, I would have changed,” she thought as she looked down at her yellow shirt and light blue jeans. “Well, it’s now or never, before I lose my nerve,” she said to herself as she looked over her shoulder and pulled onto the highway. She drove the shot distance to the driveway and turned in.

As she made the turn, the lake house that Jenna called home came into view. It was a large and spacious three-story log home that set well back from the highway, and only a stone’s throw from the lake. “Holy shit, I knew the place was big from the satellite view, but it’s beautiful. I bet the view of the lake from that back deck is to die for,” she thought as she eased her way down the driveway.

Inside, Jenna sat on the couch in the living room. The red T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black and white sneakers had been replaced by knee-high black leather boots, a short, tight-fitting black leather skirt, and a red leather corset. Her long brown hair was up in a tight bun, and her lips were covered in dark red lipstick. A smile came to her face as she thought about her plans for Mia’s punishments. A gentle tapping at the front door broke her from her thoughts.

“Somebody’s early,” Jenna thought as she glanced at her phone. “4:25, I bet that’s Mia, trying to get back on my good side before I punish her.” She made her way to the front door and opened it. For the briefest of moments, she was surprised to see not Mia or one of her other slaves standing there. Instead, she was greeted by the sight of Tanisha standing there. “Oh, hello. You’re the new girl, Tanisha Evans, right?”

“Oh my God, she knows who I am already,” Tanisha thought as she quickly sucked in one last nervous breath. “Hi, Jenna, that’s right. May I… may I come in, please? I promise it’s important. You look incredible, by the way.”

“Listen, Tanisha, I’m not sure this is the best time. I’ve got company coming, is it possible to wait until Monday at school?”

“Please, I know what you’re doing. Just please hear me out,” Tanisha said pleadingly. Jenna’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury. Her right hand struck for Tanisha’s long braids and captured them in an iron grip.

“What do you know? Who knows you’re here? Did you come alone?” Jenna asked, her voice remaining calm, clear, and stern, despite her racing heart and mind.

“No one, I… I only texted my mom that I was going to a friend’s. I didn’t say anything else.”

“Let’s say I believe you,” Jenna said as she made a mental note to contact Antonio and make sure all of her tracks were covered in case this girl needed to go away rather suddenly. “What is it that you think you know?”

“I saw you with Ms. Colby, Lexi Wilkens, Bethany, and Elissa Cho this morning. I know what you're doing to them. It wasn’t easy, but I saw Lexi masturbate for you in the library, and I heard the Cho twins spank each other in the old locker room.”

“What do you want, money?”

“No, no. I… I want to be yours, like they are. I’ve wanted something like this for, God, I don’t even know how long.”

For a brief moment, Jenna was stunned at what she heard. She quickly recovered and pulled the new student into the house by her hair. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” She grumbled as she silently berated herself for being sloppy, but she couldn’t deny that it might work to her advantage if she gained another ****. When she finally let go of Tanisha’s hair. As soon as she did, Tanisha surprised her once again by lifting her yellow Shirt over her breasts and dropping her jeans, revealing that she wore no bra or panties and had shaven her pussy bald since leaving school shortly before 2:00.

“I… If I’m not mistaken, this is how you like your submissives, right, Mistress?” Tanisha asked nervously, biting her lip.

Jenna’s face slowly turned to a predatory smile as she looked at Tanisha’s beautiful body. “Well, if she becomes a problem, she’s just Haylie’s typ. Who knows, she might be willing to take her off my hands,” she thought as she began to circle Tanisha like a predator about to close in for the kill. After three complete times around, Jenna stopped in front of Tanisha, who was licking her lips nervously.

“God, she looks so gorgeous,” Tanisha thought as she watched Jenna slowly reach out and grip her chin.

“First of all, I don’t have ‘submissives,’ I have slaves. You have no limits, no safe word. From now on, you are mine. Just like Mia, Lexi, Bethany, Elissa, Lauren, Melissa, and Diane. When you need to be punished, you will take it. If you refuse, I’ll cast you, and you’ll never be heard from again. Do I make myself clear, ****?”

Deep down, Tanisha knew what she had heard should have terrified her. It should have infuriated her. But instead, she felt a rush of excitement and a wave of arousal stronger than anything she had ever felt. “I understand, Mistress,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Then get your clothes off, and get down on your knees.”

Tanisha gasped as a fresh surge of arousal hit her like a tidal wave. She quickly removed her shoes, then her clothes, folded them neatly, and set them on the floor before sinking to her knees. She looked up at Jenna, fighting the urge to smile eagerly at her, then turned her eyes downward. “I wonder what she’ll make me do first?” she silently wondered.

Jenna said nothing as she scooped up Tanisha’s clothes and took them up to her dungeon before locking them away like she would with the rest of her slaves. She then grabbed a dark purple **** collar and a matching ball gag with a black leather strap. She returned to Tanisha, who was waiting right where she had left her, as if she were already an obedient ****. “The others should be here soon, but for now, you will wait,” Jenna said as she placed the collar around Tanisha’s neck.

As the soft lining of the collar closed around her neck, not only did another wave of arousal smash through her, but she felt a feeling of belonging she had desperately wanted for years now. “Yes, Mistress,” she said without a moment of hesitation. Jenna smiled to herself as she held up the ball gag, and Tanisha opened her mouth wide in acceptance of the rubber ball that would soon silence her. Once she was properly collared and gagged, Jenna once again grabbed Tanisha by the hair.

“Come on,” Jenna said before she watched Tanisha slowly rise to her feet. She allowed Jenna to lead her into the dining room. Once they were there, Jenna guided her to one of the corners. “Wait here,” she said, not waiting for a reply before walking away. Her other slaves would be arriving soon.

A short time later, Jenna sat on the couch as she silently read the final page of Mia’s paper. She had already read the journals of each of her slaves, who, except for Tanisha, knelt in front of her. She was sure each had noticed the extra car outside, parked at the side of the driveway near the lake house, where it widened out. “Very good, all of you,” She said as she placed the paper on the stack of leatherbound journals on the end table by the couch. “I have a surprise for you all. Stay as you are,” Jenna instructed as she stood, then left to go to the dungeon. When she returned, she carried a single chain-link leash in one hand and a cane in the other. Mia began to tremble at the sight of the cane, but like the rest of her fellow slaves, she was confused when Jenna headed toward the dining room.

As she heard Jenna approaching, Tanisha didn’t dare move. She stayed still despite herself. She wanted to prove to Jenna that she could and would be a very loyal and obedient ****. In the time she had spent in the corner since Jenna had put her there, images of the ways she might be made to serve her new mistress danced through her head. She resisted the urge to turn and look when she heard Jenna approaching.

"Very good so far, Tanisha," Jenna purred into her ear as she clipped the leash to her collar. "It's time to show you to the others." Tanisha’s heart pounded with excitement as she felt the gentle upward tug on her leash. She rose obediently to her feet and followed behind Jenna, making sure to leave some slack in the leash, into the living room.

"Oh wow!" she mumbled into her gag. In addition to those she already knew about, there was a beautiful redhead; then her eyes settled on Melissa and Diane. "A mother/daughter pair!" she thought as her eyes went wide. "This is so fucking hot. I hope I can please her." All of the kneeling women wore nothing but a leather collar around their necks.

"Everyone, this is Tanisha Evans. She'll be joining us from now on," Jenna said with a smile. Tanisha looked at her fellow slaves, most of whom looked at her with sympathetic eyes. "Tanisha, you already know most of your fellow slaves. The three you don't are Lauren Thompson, Diane, and Melissa Michaels," she added as she pointed first to the redhead, then to the mother/daughter pair.

After making the brief introductions, Jenna led her over to where the others knelt and gave a downward tug on her leash. Tanisha lowered herself to her knees at the end of the line, next to Lauren. Jenna began to pace back and forth in front of them. As she did, she couldn't miss how hard Tanisha’s nipples had become. Mia, on the other hand, was taking deep, shaky, nervous breaths.

"Please, don't let it be too bad, please," the enslaved teacher thought as she watched Jenna toss the leash onto the couch. She then held the cane in her right hand while dragging the thumb and index finger of her left hand along the body of the cane.

"Tanisha discovered our little arrangement this morning, thanks to your tardiness, Mia," she said in a tone that sent chills down Mia's spine. "It worked out, since I now have another willing ****, but you still need to be punished for not being shaved, and for putting all of us at risk."

"Yes, Mistress," Mia said so weakly that she could barely even hear her own voice.

"Everyone, face the fireplace, stay on your knees," Jenna ordered, her tone low and stern. “Mia, stand up, go to the mantle, grab it, and bend over.” Silently, Mia rose and walked the short distance to the mantle and grabbed it tightly with both hands as if the floor would vanish from beneath her at any moment. She let out a long, shaky breath before taking a step back, but keeping her grip on the mantle, as she bent at the waist, arched her back, and stuck out her ass.

“Thank God, that’s not me,” Diane thought as her mind drifted to the last couple of nights. Her husband had left on Wednesday night to visit another church and wouldn’t get back until Tuesday. This meant, of course, that she and Melissa had spent the last two days in an increasingly uncomfortable role reversal. The sound of the teen dominatrix’s boots softly thudding like a steady heartbeat across the hardwood floor brought her mind back to the present moment.

Jenna stappled to the left of, and just slightly behind Mia. She gently tapped the cane against Mia’s ass cheeks. “You disobeyed me by not having your pussy clean-shaven this morning,” she said, giving Mia another couple of gentle taps on her exposed cheeks, making Mia quiver. “For that, you will get twenty-four strokes of the cane. If your tardiness had exposed us in a way that didn’t end up with me getting a new and very willing ****, you’d be getting far, far worse,” she continued. Mia let out a quiet whimper of acceptance before Jenna spoke again. “Sound fair?” The words almost sounded as if they had come from an empathetic but neutral negotiator, and not someone in complete and total control of the situation, guiding it to the desired outcome.

“Very fair, Mistress,” Jenna said, her voice cracking slightly in fearful anticipation.

“Don’t bother counting them. I want you to be entirely focused on the pain you’ve earned.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mia replied, sounding more terrified than ever.

The cane whistled through the air and met Mia’s tender, quivering flesh with a crack. Jenna cried out in pain as her hips rocked forward and a raised, thin, red line bloomed across Jenna’s ass. Without warning, the second stroke landed an inch below the first, drawing another cry from Mia. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the mantle harder. Jenna delivered the third and fourth strokes in quick succession, each landing with precision, creating a neat ladder of angry red welts across Mia’s backside.

Tanisha watched in fascination, her pulse racing. The sight of the beautiful teacher being punished sent waves of heat through her body. She’d fantasized about scenes like this but had never witnessed one in person. The sounds—the whistle of the cane, the sharp crack as it connected with flesh, Mia’s cries—were more arousing than anything she’d ever experienced.

The fifth stroke landed harder than the previous ones, and Mia’s knees buckled slightly before she steadied herself. Tears streamed down her face, but she remained in position, accepting her punishment.

“That’s it,” Jenna said, her voice low and controlled. “Take what you’ve earned.”

Strokes six through ten fell in a steady rhythm, each one drawing a louder cry than the last. By the eleventh stroke, Mia was sobbing openly, her body trembling. The other slaves watched silently, some with sympathy in their eyes, others with a mixture of fear and arousal.

Jenna paused after the fifteenth stroke, running her hand lightly over the raised welts on Mia’s ass. The touch made Mia flinch and whimper.

“Halfway there,” Jenna announced.

The sixteenth stroke landed with particular ****, causing Mia to cry out sharply. Jenna followed it with three quick strokes in succession, not giving Mia time to recover between them. By the twentieth stroke, Mia’s legs were shaking visibly, and her sobs had become ragged gasps.

“Four more,” Jenna announced. She delivered the final strokes with deliberate slowness, letting Mia anticipate each one before it landed. When the last stroke fell, Mia collapsed against the mantle, her body wracked with sobs.

Jenna set the cane aside and approached her punished ****. She gently stroked Mia’s hair, an unexpected tenderness in the gesture. “You took that well,” she said softly. “Now you’re forgiven.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Mia whispered, her voice hoarse from crying.

“Return to your place,” Jenna ordered, stepping back. Mia straightened slowly, wincing with every movement, and made her way back to the kneeling line.

Tanisha watched, practically mesmerized, as Jenna walked over to her. She let out a muffled squeak of surprise when Jenna grabbed her hair and tilted her head down. "Don't fuck it up. Don't fuck it up," she silently told herself as Jenna removed the ball gag from her mouth.

"Tanisha, tomorrow I will take yoh to get the supplies you'll need," Jenna said, discarding the gag, tossing it to the couch next to the leash. "Everyone else, go to your clothing and get dressed. You may wear whatever outfit you want, except for you, Mia. I want you dressed in your schoolgirl uniform."

"Yes, Mistress," the rest of the slaves said together.

Jenna lifted her skirt, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy, and sat on the left side of the couch. She picked up her phone, then looked at Tanisha. "Eat my pussy while I decide who gave the better spanking."

"Yes, Mistress," Tanisha said with barely contained excitement. She waddled forward on her knees, then pressed her face to Jenna’s pussy. She took her fist tentative taste as the thrill of finally getting to explore her true self sent waves of bliss and arousal through her body.

Which twin gave the better spanking? Answer in comments.

A) Bethany

B) Elissa

C) Neither, both have disappointed Jenna