Teach him a lesson

Her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend was **** on the bed. He looked so weak and pathetic.

Catherine was overcome with rage. How was she afraid of this wimp?, but now she only felt anger. Uncontrollable rage. He must be punished somehow. And hear he was, totally at her mercy. Ideas rushed through her head. What could she do to him? She called out to Adele and asked her, now what should we do with him?

“Let’s get back at him for all the time he mistreated you, we already have the instruments” she replied as she held up the whip he bought, both the beastgirls laughed sadistically at the thought. “Let’s wake him up first”

Briefly leaving the room to go to her bathroom, Catherine returned to the room with a bucket of dirty water she had used for cleaning. Marching straight up to him without hesitation Catherine threw the water over Him. He shot up, responding with anger and frenzy - his head was pounding, his eyes were stinging and he was covered with freezing water. He just caught sight of a blurred figure at the bottom of the bed before receiving a hard slap across the face. The shock and power of the slap knocked him aside and off the bed.

"What the fuck!" He stammered. He was on the floor and looked up just in time to see another hand come down to hit him square on the face. Catherine was euphoric at the sensation, for so long he help the power over her and yet hear he was, the tormentor, reeling desperately on the floor. He had to know.

Catherine? Adele? “What the fuck are you doing” he yelled, "You're going to pay for this you bitch!" He stood front of them, He was filled with rage, stumbling forward he tried to grab her. But Catherine was ready. Raising her knee his balls went straight into it. With He doubled up, clutching his hurt balls, Catherine completed the victory. Sitting down on the bed, she simply pulled his arm across her, resulting in his naked and stunned body crashing upon her lap.

Feeling his cock on the inside of her legs, Catherine quickly and violently snapped her legs shut. He's agonizing howl was the sound of victory. She had done it! The high school jock lied prostrated across her knees, his **** cock clamped between them, she had done it!

Filled with exhilaration, Catherine decided she would have that joyful feeling again. Opening her knees, and then smashing them in again, just to make sure He really got it. He whimpered as his all so mighty macho pride was crushed between her knees, the pain was unbearable.

"Do you get it now? It's your turn to do WHAT I SAY!" Catherine screamed, this felt so good, to have him at her mercy, to inflict pain on him. Adele the deer girl was looking at her friend with both pride and lust. No trace of the submissive, chubby girl left in this dominant lioness, and she was the one making it happen, it made her proud and at the same time made her lust for Catherine multiply.

"Fuck you, you slut!" He cried in desperation.

Catherine was not going to tolerate this, violent anger overcame her, raising her hand, She hit him hard. Spanking his defenseless ass again and again His loud cries was music to her year.

As she kept spanking his ass finally he could not take anymore and cried out: "Right...OK" He choked upon the words.

"You do what I say now." Catherine said. Calm, assured.

"Yes-yeah."

"Good." Catherine felt the tension in His body relax at this understanding. She paused in this moment of triumph - and then threw all her strength into three - mighty! - slaps to his limp cock and balls.

His howls was heaven to hear as he fell to the floor. Not pausing, Catherine got up and took three steps in front of his prostrated naked body, then put her left foot forward. On all fours, He gazed up at Catherine; his resistance was gone, his body buzzing with pain and humiliation. He now looked to Catherine as his undisputed master, the only one who would relieve him of this pain.

Raising an eyebrow but remaining silent, Catherine stood above him, eyes fixed upon his.

Without any further command, He crawled forward and kissed her feet. He's pounding head was awry with confusion. This was Catherine! , how could he reduce himself to this before her? And yet it felt so natural, on all fours, worshiping her feet.

Catherine felt liberated. How did she allow a man to ever treat her with derision? It was so easy to bring them to their knees. Obviously their natural state. She pranced a few steps further away before turning and presenting her other foot. He crawled to her and fell over himself passionately kissing it.

"He is so pathetic, I don't even think he is worth turning" Adele spoke out as she watched him lick the lioness's feet, the sight of her pack mate dominating a man was highly arousing for her as a fellow dominatrix, she was playing with herself as she watched, she needed to play, and soon, so she told the lioness: "let's finish this"