What choice do you have? You agree, of course

After everything Diana's done to help you lately, you can't bear to disappoint her by simply turning down what she obviously sees as a kind offer. Besides, if you want to have any hope of making her your girlfriend, refusing to let her spank you obviously isn't a good start.

That's how you find yourself tongue-tied, struggling to find the words to say that you would really appreciate her taking you over her knee and teaching you the error of your ways. You don't manage to express yourself very well, or at all, in fact, but Diana knows what you're trying to say and wordlessly takes a seat on a footstool with her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles, so that you won't have to stretch in order to lie in her lap with your feet and hands on the floor.

She pats her thigh, inviting you over and you comply, blushing intensely. She draws you close and takes hold of your outside hand, pulling it firmly up behind your back to keep you in place; you start to worry that this is going to be worse than you anticipated.

"Now ask me to spank your naughty bottom, Jenna. Be polite and keep those toes on the floor or you'll get extra."

"Yes, Mistress!" Where did that come from, you wonder, but Diana doesn't seem to mind. "Please spank my naughty bottom like I deserve."

"Very well," she replies, "since you asked so nicely."

She smacks the hairbrush into your left cheek near the sit spot, right where the cane yesterday did the worst of its excruciating business. You yowl and begin to twist away, but her firm hand holds you steady and she smacks you twice more, really quite hard.

"Stop that, Jenna! It only gets worse if you struggle."

"I'm sorry," you whine, fighting to regain control and offer your bottom up submissively, but Diana doesn't let up, hitting the same spot three more times, before moving to the other cheek.

Four more swats and you're bawling. You wouldn't believe how much a little thing like a hairbrush could hurt after the caning and whipping you took just a few hours ago, but it's agony and another half dozen smacks to the backs of your thighs completes the misery.

Punishment over, Diana holds you close until your sobs start to subside, rocking you gently and murmuring that "it's all over now." Slowly, the sobs of pain turn into wholesome tears of relief and you cry yourself out in her arms. Finally, you sniff and push yourself up, smoothing your hair out of your eyes so you can look into Diana's. She's smiling.

"There, now," she says, brightly, "don't you feel better."

"Yes, M—" You hesitate before adding the word Mistress with an even deeper blush than before, but again, Diana accepts the epithet willingly. "Thank-you, Mistress," you add, quietly.

"Then there's just one more thing to discuss and then I'll put some more cream on for you," she says and you look at her quizzically, but rather than say more, she slides her legs apart, inching her tight skirt up, until you can just see the naked treasure beneath.

You don't need any further invitation. You crawl around in front of the beautiful woman sitting in your flat and lower your mouth towards her crotch, but before you can make contact, she puts one hand on the top of your head and pushes you down to the floor.

"No," she says, with mock severity. "First, you have to earn it."

She delicately positions one stiletto-clad foot in front of your face and you kiss and nuzzle desperately, chastised bottom sticking lewdly up in the air. You alternate from foot to foot, then slowly start working your way up her stockinged legs to her bare thighs, your own arousal growing as you approach your sweet goal. Diana leans back with a moan so that her shoulders are resting on the chair behind her and she grants you access to her innermost centre.

After lavishing kisses and attention on your guest's inner thighs, you're about to apply your watering mouth to the glistening slit between, when Diana stops you again and pushes you lower once more, but this time, it's not to her feet but the cleft between her nether cheeks and the crinkled tunnel concealed within. The slightly salty tang of her crack is replaced by a clean, almost flowery taste as the tip of your tongue teases the inner rim of her trembling crevice and your lips close hungrily on her pink rosebud. She has clearly prepared herself most thoroughly for this encounter inside and out and you can detect the fragrant aroma of her soap emanating from within.

Diana's moans increase as you tirelessly apply yourself to her pleasure, with no idea of the time, until finally she allows you to return to your abandoned goal, digging her fingers into your hair as you finally taste the honey of her sex.

You begin by plunging in deeply, her warm wetness seeming to suck at your tongue, then you smother her with kisses, sinuously spiralling your tongue over her throbbing love bud while she presses your face firmly between her thighs. Suddenly, you feel a pressure against your own sopping womanhood and realize she has wormed her foot into your groin, the toe of her shoe grinding your pubic nerve until you are nearly as close as she to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

The sounds of two women approaching climax fill your flat and you are almost in tears of visceral need, riding the very edge of orgasmic pleasure as you seek to satisfy your lover simultaneously, when without warning, her toe retreats and she cries out in fulfilment, drenching you with her juices.

You continue to gently tongue her as she comes down from the climax, whilst also chasing your own, but finally she pushes you away, sighing with satisfaction—a satisfaction you still haven't received.

"That's enough now, Jenna," she admonishes you. "That's as close to an orgasm as you're allowed to get until you find a boyfriend. Think of it as an extra incentive to find somebody."

You groan in frustration, but don't even think about disobeying.

"Yes, Mistress," you moan, "but just one thing…"

"Yes, Jenna?"