Jennifer

He decided to begin with Jennifer. He wasn’t aware of it consciously but it was because there was an emotional connection with her that he hadn’t achieved yet with Betty. It would come but it wasn’t there yet.

He moved out an armless chair to the center of the room and sat down. Then he motioned to Jennifer to come forward. She obediently walked over to him and he was fascinated by watching her move. He told her to go back and do it again.

Obediently, Jennifer walked back. She was still not used to walking on her toes and had no real understanding of how the shoes and her natural grace combined to give her the incredibly sexy wriggle that so captivated her new owner. Betty watched Paul and grew jealous. She wanted to capture him that way. �I can walk that way,� she said.

Paul said, �OK, let me see you.�

Betty tried to walk, throwing her hips from side to side in an exaggerated movement but she just looked silly. Jennifer smiled at her.

Paul said, �We’ll get you some shoes too. I think it’s the shoes.�

Betty pouted and, without realizing it at all, delighted Paul. He realized that each of them offered him their own delights.

He patted his lap and Jennifer knew it was time.

Jennifer made her way to his lap. She looked over at Betty, who she saw, was pouting once again. �It will be your turn soon, I promise.� With that, she laid herself over Paul’s lap. She smiled. �Master, you’re going to have to help me stand when we’re done. I don’t think I’ll be able to get back up.�

Betty stamped her foot. She was beginning to realize that Paul liked it when she had her tantrums. �It’s just not fair though. You’ve had him longer. I want to experience it too.� She stamped her foot again.

Jennifer started to tell here why but thought it best to let it go over her. She would let Paul say anything that he wanted said, or, if he wanted, to just ignore it.

Paul then turned his attention to the incredibly sexy girl over his lap. She wasn’t naked, she was more than naked. The straps set off her body beautifully. Her bottom was already pink and he knew it would be sensitive but this time he wanted to go all the way. He intended to have Jennifer in tears before he was done. Paul was in for a surprise though. Jennifer was ready for him and hoped he would push her. Something deep inside told her that things were about to change for good.

Paul started with a warm up spanking. He started out slow but with no fondling. He would smack and wait to see what her reaction was. Then he would smack her again. At first she squirmed and kicked a little but then it just started to hurt and she surrendered to the pain. She just lay there, unresisting, letting him do with her as he would. Paul got frustrated because he wanted to see a reaction. So he kept on smacking her, expecting to get more of a reaction. He speeded it up and Jennifer started to feel totally helpless. Paul pulled her in tight to him and smacked harder. Then Jennifer started to squirm restlessly.

Paul was getting incredibly turned on. His hand was starting to hurt but he wasn’t about to stop. He took her more firmly in his grasp and kept on smacking her now scarlet bottom.

Betty looked on with very mixed feelings. She saw Jennifer getting a really terrible spanking and she was at once afraid and drawn to it. As usual, she really didn’t know why.

Jennifer could feel the pain building. Paul was giving her the hardest spanking he had ever given her, but she found it odd -- she wasn’t willingly resisting. She, of course, squirmed out of pain but she wasn’t trying to pull away. She took each hit and waited for the next one. She didn’t feel the need for tears, she wasn’t truly feeling pain or joy, she was feeling only what Paul meant for her to feel.

Betty just watched as he continued hitting Jennifer. She wondered what made this spanking so different from the one she had received from the teacher. There was no pleasure, from what she could tell, just pain. She didn’t know how Jennifer could go so long without tears. She knew she couldn’t have.

She watched as he continued with each blow, now dreading when it was going to be her turn but always wanting it to be her turn so she could feel what Jennifer was feeling. She stood there, with her eyes on Jennifer and Paul.

Paul could tell there was something different. He was totally into this spanking but Jennifer wasn’t reacting the way he expected. Finally, with a flurry of smacks, he stopped and wordlessly urged her to get up. As she did, he felt coolness on his jeans and looked down to see the front of his pants were soaked.

Jennifer looked at his with her eyes slits. He took her into his arms and began to comfort her. She was gasping. �Please,� she begged.

He stood and dropped his jeans and then pulled down his underpants, freeing his rampant cock. Batty had never seen an erect cock before and she stared. It was bigger and more threatening than she expected. She wondered what it would feel like inside her. She desperately wanted to know but it was obvious Jennifer was going to get it this time.

Paul sat back on the couch and Jennifer stared at the object of her desire. Paul still didn’t say a word. He pulled Jennifer toward him but she didn’t know what he wanted. He finally got her to put a knee on the sofa next to him and she immediately realized what he had in mind. He didn’t want to say anything to break the mood. She put her hands on his shoulders and knelt straddled with one knee on each side. Then, with both of them working together, she managed to slowly lower herself onto his erection.

He felt his cock slip into her wet, slick passage and nearly came. He gasped and managed to hold on as Jennifer began bobbing up and down. She arched her back and pushed in to get more friction against her clitoris. That was too much for Paul and he started to orgasm. Jennifer reacted to that and she started to cum too. Betty just watched open-mouthed as the two of them panted and moaned. Finally the spasms ceased slowly and Jennifer started to cry.

�What’s the matter,� asked Paul, concerned.

Jennifer laughed. �Nothing, you silly. It was wonderful. Now hold me.�

Paul put his arms around her, still kneeling on his lap, and nestled his head between her small breasts. Then he looked up and called to Betty. Shyly she moved closer until he reached out and pulled her in close for a hug. �You’re next,� he whispered to her.