Jenna makes her decision, and Tanisha further submits

Jenna shifted on the couch and looked at Tanisha. Her newest **** had eaten her well enough to make her orgasm, but she would need further training. Jenna silently watched for a moment as Tanisha knelt between her legs with her face near her pussy. Other than "Yes, Mistress," when Jenna had ordered her to stop, Tanisha had not moved or spoken in the last five minutes. She simply knelt with her head lowered and waited for orders.

"She's got potential," Jenna thought as she stood and got dressed. She then sent Tanisha to the nearest corner before heading up to the dungeon to grab what she needed. When she returned to the living room, she summoned all of her slaves.

Bethany and Elissa knelt next to one another, near the left end of the line. They exchanged nervous glances; they could plainly see the round wooden paddle Jenna had chosen. Neither of them wanted to be named the loser and be paddled. Neither wanted to see her sister suffer. Making them even more nervous was the plain brown cardboard box the paddle rested on.

"Bethany, Elissa, I have watched the videos of each of you spanking the other." Jenna’s tone was cold and stern. Her face was like stone, impossible to read. The air felt charged, as if it waited for Jenna’s decision along with them. Finally, after a long and ever increasingly uncomfortable pause, Jenna spoke again. "You have both disappointed me, and you will both be punished."

"Fuck," Bethany thought as she glanced at her twin again. Elissa looked to be frozen in fear. Only her mouth moved as she slowly opened it slightly, then closed it.

Jenna grabbed the paddle and walked around to the back of the couch. "Both of you," she said as she motioned to the twins with the paddle, "come here and bend over the back of the couch. The rest of you, stay right where you are."

"Yes, Mistress," they replied in near-perfect unison. The two slowly rose to their feet and made their way to Jenna, then bent over the back of the couch, placing their hands flat on the cushions.

"Heads up." The order was stern, leaving no room for them to question. They tilted their heads back and immediately flushed with embarrassment. Their punishment, and more specifically, their reactions to each painful swat, would be witnessed by their fellow slaves.

Just as soon as the twins silently realized the added humiliation of their punishment, Jenna swung the paddle. The crack of wood meeting soft flesh echoed through the room as it landed hard on Bethany’s left ass cheek. Bethany screamed as pain exploded across her ass, making Elissa flinch. The second swat landed on the right cheek, just as Bethany’s scream began to die down.

The third swat landed only seconds later, this time on Elissa’s Left ass cheek. Her scream of pain joined Bethany’s, creating a beautiful symphony of agony. As Bethany’s second scream began to fade into silence, Elissa’s erupted. Two more swats soon followed, both to Elissa’s right ass cheek, then the left again.

“Ahhh! Mistress, Please!” Bethany screamed as the paddle once again met the flesh of her right ass cheek.

“You’ve earned this, Bethany.” Jenna’s voice was elevated and as stern as ever. “The next time I order you to spank your sister, I want her ass glowing and sore. I want to see tears in her eyes. That goes for both of you, do I make myself clear?” She punctuated the question with two quick, hard swats to Bethany’s left ass cheek.

“Yes, Mistress,” They replied. Bethany’s voice was higher-pitched than usual as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“Good.” Jenna gave Bethany’s right ass cheek another swat to Bethany’s right ass cheek.

The punishment continued as Jenna worked her way from one ass cheek to the next, and back again. By the time Jenna finished, each of the twins had felt Jenna’s chosen paddle against her ass forty times. Twenty hard swats to each cheek. The two sobbed heavily and fought to keep their heads tilted back.

"Bethany, if I order you to spank Elissa again, are you going to make sure she is in tears and has a bruised ass?"

"Yes, Mistress," Bethany choked out through a sob of pain and humiliation.

"Elissa, how about you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Both of the twins flinched when Jenna dropped the paddle onto the couch, right next to the cardboard box. "Stand up. Go in front of the couch and stand in front of the rest of my slaves with your hands on the backs of your heads and feet shoulder-width apart."

Neither twin spoke, but both obeyed. The gentle padding of their bare feet on the hardwood floor sounded almost like thunder. Each of them burned with humiliation.

"Those poor girls," Diane thought as she knelt next to her daughter in the line of women. "God only knows what she has planned next."

The kneeling women watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as Jenna moved behind the twins and then opened the box. She removed two chastity belts made of thick, hardened black leather. She placed one at Bethany’s feet. She then moved in front of Elissa and wrapped the chastity belt around her waist.

"I have decided that neither of you will be getting any pleasure this weekend; you'll only be able to give it." Jenna fed the small leather strap through the buckle at Elissa’s right hip and cinched it tight before buckling it in place. She then used her left hand to press the main body of the belt against Elissa’s clean-shaven pussy, reached around her, and buckled it in place using the small strap and buckle in the center of the back of the belt.

"This is so fucking hot," Tanisha thought as she slightly rocked on her knees. She had to resist the urge to reach between her legs as she watched Jenna lock the second of the two Asian twins in the other chastity belt.

"Bethany, Elissa, start cleaning the first floor. Mia and Diane, get started on dinner, everything's in the fridge." As Jenna gave her orders, she picked up the leash from where she had left it, along with two three-foot lengths of chain.

"Yes, Mistress." The four women had spoken in unison and didn't wait before rising and going to their assigned tasks.

Tanisha’s heart raced with excitement when Jenna clipped the leash to the front of her collar, then one of the short chains to the back of it. She then brought Melissa over and clipped the free end of the chain to the front of her collar. After attaching the other chain to the back of Melissa's collar, Jenna brought over Lauren.

"Come with me, it's time for some fun," Jenna said as she took hold of the leash and tugged upward.

Jenna led the three women up to the second floor, then to her dungeon. As they entered the dungeon, she heard Tanisha gasp. "Oh wow! It's just like the ones in all those videos on the internet," she thought as she looked around the room in wide-eyed wonder.

"Like what you see?" Jenna’s tone told the three women that she already knew the answer.

"Yes, Mistress!" Tanisha replied with an excited smile.

Jenna allowed herself a small smile as she removed the leash and two chains from her ****’s collars. She took hold of Lauren's arm and led her close to the foot of a bondage table made of dark wood and topped with thick black leather. It had four built-in cuffs attached at the corners by chains, and near the head of the table, a crank that resembled the wheel on an old ship. "Kneel." Tanisha licked her lips as she watched the pretty redhead obediently go to her knees.

Jenna then led Melissa over to Lauren and commanded her to kneel as well. "Here it comes! Here it comes!" Tanisha thought, barely able to contain her excitement as Jenna walked over to her and hooked her index finger around the D-ring at the front of her collar.

Jenna led her over to the table and ran her free hand over it. "On your back."

Tanisha climbed onto the table. The cool, smooth leather creaked slightly as she moved. Without being told, she placed her hands and feet near the cuffs. She licked her suddenly dry lips, and her heart raced with anticipation as Jenna tightened each of the cuffs in place. When she was done, she went to a cabinet and came back with a black riding crop with a red heart-shaped tab.

"Silly me, how could I forget?" Jenna asked rhetorically before setting the crop down on the table. She began to slowly turn the wheel to the right. With each turn, Tanisha felt her limbs being pulled toward the corners of the table. Jenna stopped on the exact turn that Tanisha felt the slightest of stretches in her limbs.

Next, Jenna went to the wall and turned a dial, causing a thin chain to lower from the ceiling. At the end of the chain was a set of nipple clamps. Jenna turned the dial until the clamps rested between Tanisha’s breasts.

"Melissa, finish getting her ready, then get back in place."

"Yes, Mistress." Tanisha watched as the brunette rose to her feet with an almost fluid grace. Melissa moved closer to her with an almost sympathetic look on her face. She bent down and slowly circled Tanisha’s left nipple with her tongue before flicking her tongue over it. Finally, she took it in her mouth and gently sucked. Tanisha moaned before Melissa released her nipple, then placed it in one of the clamps, making her wince and whine as the rubber-coated teeth bit into the sensitive nub. After repeating the process with her right nipple, she went back to kneeling next to Lauren.

"Good girl." Without thinking about it, Tanisha moved her eyes to her mistress. Jenna looked back at her with a cold, emotionless stare that left no question who was in charge. A fresh wave of arousal washed over her like a tidal wave. Jenna kept her gaze locked on the pretty African-American as she slowly turned the dial in the opposite direction.

The chain retracted into the ceiling, slowly adding a pulling tension to the ache in her nipples. She stopped when the two smaller chains went tight. Jenna strode over with a confident smile and picked up the riding crop. A shiver went through Tanisha’s body as Jenna slowly dragged the tab of the crop across her stomach.

"You've witnessed what happens when one of my slaves disobeys me." Jenna’s tone was low with a dark, velvety smoothness that dripped with absolute power and authority. Tanisha shuddered with anticipation as Jenna moved the tab of the crop between her legs, then flicked it back and forth between her inner thighs.

"God, it stings so good," she thought as she bit her lip, and her body and mind fought over control of her hips. One wanted to pull away, the other wanted to grant further access.

"Here's what's going to happen. These two are going to take turns eating your pussy. Each turn will last two minutes, and they will keep trading off until you cum." Each word describing what was coming filled Tanisha with excitement and anticipation. "Just in case you don't know, a good **** always gets permission to cum, or she gets punished,” Jenna said in her typical commanding tone. “You, of course, won't be getting permission to cum no matter how much you beg and plead for it.” Jenna made her way to a small table near the door where her phone sat and picked it up. “However, the more you beg and plead, and the longer you last before disobeying me, might convince me to give you a less severe punishment. Lauren, you’re up first. Up on the table.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lauren stood and then knelt on the table.

“Eat her pussy,” Jenna commanded as she tapped her phone, starting a two-minute timer.

Lauren didn’t waste time with a response. She immediately lowered her face between Tanisha’s legs and quickly slipped her soft, warm tongue into Tanisha’s pussy. She swirled it around, seeking any sensitive spot she could find.

Tanisha gasped as her hips rose from the table, seeking more contact with Lauren’s talented tongue. “Fuck, she’s not messing around,” she thought as she let out a low mewl of pleasure.

“Oh, Tanisha, you’ll be thanking one of these two for making you cum by eating her pussy before you get punished.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

From witnessing Mia, the Cho twins, and Lexi’s morning inspection, to everything else that had happened at school, to working up the courage to offer herself as a ****, something she had secretly desired, but never thought would happen, to witnessing Mia’s punishment. The events of the day quickly caught up with her as Lauren’s tongue danced inside of her.

“Remember, the more you beg and plead for permission to cum, and the longer you last, the less severe your punishment.” Jenna’s tone was softer now and almost melodic. Tanisha moaned as she arched her back and her body fought against the restraints to no avail. “One more minute, then Melissa will take her first turn.”

“Mistress, may I please cum!? Please, Mistress!” She knew her pleading would do no good. But that wasn’t the point. The point was to show that she understood that Jenna now controlled her orgasms. The point was to show her mistress that she would always try to obey, even when she was destined to fail and disobey. She continued to beg and plead until she heard the loud chiming of Jenna’s phone.

As soon as the loud melodic tone filled the air, Lauren stopped and returned to kneeling at the end of the table as Melissa took her place. The younger of the pair used a different tactic. Where Lauren had been direct, Melissa was methodical. She began by placing soft kisses all along her inner thighs. When Melissa’s tongue finally brushed her labia, Tanisha whined in pleasure and tried in desperation to grind her pussy against the brunette’s face.

It continued, Tanisha’s pleas for orgasmic release became more and more ****. Both Lauren and Melissa had taken another turn, and the continuing contrast in the way each of them ate her pussy was its own kind of ****. Halfway through Lauren’s third turn, the inevitable happened. “Mistress! Please! Oh, Fuck!” Tanisha streaked as her body convulsed in pleasure.

Jenna gripped Tanisha’s chin with a satisfied smirk. “Bad girl. Lauren, straddle her face so she can thank you while I decide what punishment she’s earned.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lauren crawled over Tanisha’s body and straddled her face. As soon as she settled in place, she felt Tanisha begin to probe her pussy with her tongue.

How will Tanisha be punished? Answer in comments.

A) Paddled in front of her fellow slaves.

B) **** orgasms

C) Orgasm denial

D) Something els, what?