Disciplining Amelia

Amelia Froze.

Anna Lee rolled her eyes. “That simply won’t do,” she said. “You need to be an obedient servant girl.”

“Juba.” He met his mistress’ gaze. “You’re going to spank her. She’s being a bad girl.”

Amelia was still frozen in place. Juba got off the bed and stood next to her. He shoved her down on the bed and kicked her legs apart. He pressed her face against the mattress, groping Amelia’s ass over her dress.

Anna Lee nodded.

The nigger unleaded on Amelia. He spanked her a half dozen times, with more **** than she’d ever been spanked by her father. She cried out in pain, the stinging almost unbearable. Her dress flew up as he slapped her again.

“Enough,” said Anna Lee. “Take her clothes off, nigger.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling Amelia’s dress down around her ankles. After a minute, Amelia stood in her undergarments.

“All of it off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Juba pulled what remained of Amelia clothes off her body until she was nude. Amelia’s eyes welled with tears.

“Oh, stop it,” her mistress’ cold expression giving way to smile. “I’m doing you a favor.”

Amelia stood naked, trembling before her mistress and the ****.

“Come here,” mistress said. Amelia walked tentatively up to the bed. Anna Lee pulled her on the mattress, cuddling her. Amelia wrapped her arms around her mistress, in **** need of comfort. “Now, now…” said Anna Lee. They embraced, both nude, running their hands over each other’s skin. Anna Lee kissed Amelia. She pecked her lips and pulled back, then kissing her a second time, more deeply. She kissed her again, holding her mouth against Amelia’s. They melted in each other’s arms, limbs entangled. Their breasts pressed against each other, legs intertwined.