She stays

"No Amanda, stay here," you tell her. She looks at you uncertainly, her eyes flickering between you and Meghan.

"Um it's probably best that I get going," she says, making no effort to leave.

"No. Go and sit on the couch." You point and with only a moment's hesitation, she obeys, her eyes riveted to the scene. You turn your attention back to Meghan, who stands meekly waiting for punishment, her hands clasped before her. You look at her coldly.

"Do you know why you are being punished, wench?"

"Yes sir, for wasting time chatting with Amanda when I should have been working. I deserve punishment Mr. Chandler."

"Yes you do. Now take your clothes off." She doesn't hesitate, peeling her dress and bra off, standing before you naked except for her heels. "The shoes too, wench," you order and she obediently kicks them off.

You glance at Amanda and see she is staring in fascination at what is unfolding.

You open your drawer and pull out the handcuffs, showing them to Meghan. She gives a slight gasp and bites her lip, glancing at the coffee table for a moment.

"Put your hands behind you and turn around," you order. She complies without hesitation and stands facing Amanda. She glances back over her shoulder at you. You stand, and pulling her arms behind her, you cuff her wrists. You walk around her, enjoying the sight of her for a moment, then return to your drawer.

This time you retrieve a pair of nipple clamps. Hiding them in your hand you walk around Meghan, facing her. You show her one of them, and her eyes widen, but she bows her head in submission. You hold her pert right breast, it's nipple already hard, and press the clamp onto her flesh. Her head rocks back, her neck arching, and she gives a low moan.

You put the other clamp on the left nipple and she moans deeper and staggers backwards a step before catching her balance. The clamps squeeze the flesh of her nipples, engorging them. You attach a thin chain to the clamps, connecting them.

Meghan's breathing is labored, she stares at you as you stand in front of her. You give the chain a slight tug and the clamps pull against her nipples. She groans, biting her lower lip.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'll do better Sir," she whimpers, staring into your eyes. You go to your desk and return with some weights, attaching them the chain. Their weight tugs the chain tight, stretching her nipples. She emits a low, guttural groan, and and bends over, her eyes closes and her mouth stretching open.

"Oh God, I'll be good Sir, Oh Please, oh please, I'm sorry Sir," she begs as you stare at her.

You go back to your desk for another clamp, and turning you see that Amanda is watching with fascination, her face flushed with excitement. One hand rubs her breast while the other is pressing against her groin area. Her legs are slightly parted giving you a glimpse up her thighs. You grin at her, but she doesn't see it, so focused is she on her friend's humiliation.

You stand behind Meghan so you can watch Amanda over her shoulder. You tug the chain lightly, and Meghan groans and whimpers, bucking her ass against you. You slide your hand down her belly, stroking her satin flesh then slide your fingers over her swollen mound.

"Oh God, oh please Sir, I'll be good sir," she whines, wriggling in your grasp. You can see Amanda has undone a couple of buttons and has one hand inside her top, kneading her breast. The other hand has tugged her skirt up a bit further and she is stroking her own inner thighs. It's now evident that she's wearing thigh high stockings and you can see the white flesh of her upper thighs. Her hips are squirming and she's biting the corner of her mouth.

You slide two fingers into Meghan's pussy and find her drenched with juices. She moans as she feels your intruding fingers, and presses herself against your hand, her body wriggling. With your other hand you find her clit, and rub it gently.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh please sir, please sir!" Her voice is husky with lust.

"You're enjoying this too much wench," you tell her coldly, and withdraw your hands from her cunt. She gives a whine of disappointment as she feels them leave her. You step in front of her, holding the other clamp, showing it to her. Her eyes widen and stare into yours.

"You can't put that...Please sir, don't, please!" she begs as she understands your intent. Mercilessly, you find her clit again and hold it, then squeeze the clamp onto it. She gives a squeal that mixes pain and excitement.

"I can't stand it, please Sir, please take it off, please, I'll be good to you sir, please," she pleads with you, tears filling her eyes, her hips writhing. You run your hands over her body possessively, enjoying the sight of the helpless, struggling girl.

Glancing at Amanda you see she has tugged her skirt up to her hips and has pulled her scant panties aside. Her hand is stroking her pussy, her other still busy with her breast. Her eyes are locked on Meghan, her face slack with lust.

You go to your desk and return with a pair of ben wa balls. After showing them to your your helpless captive, you slowly insert them into her dripping, welcoming cunt, staring coldly into her face as you do it.

"Oh God, that feels good sir, oh you're so cruel to me and so kind to me, oh God they feel good, please take off the clamp sir, please don't," she whimpers and her body writhes against the conflicting sensations it's feeling. Her pretty face has a sheen of sweat.

You give the chain a tug, pulling at her nipples and are gratified to hear her squeal. You hold her chin and kiss her roughly, her tongue welcoming you, her body pressing against you. When you break the kiss she leans against you, panting.

"Let me be good to you, Sir, let me suck you, please Sir, please sir I'm begging you." She tries to slide to her knees but you hold her up staring into her face. "You haven't earned that privilege yet wench." Her body writhes, her hips squirming against the pleasure of the balls in her cunt and the pressure of the clamp on her clit.

"I can't stand it Sir, I want to come so badly, please sir, please. If I can't suck you then please take me, bend me over and take me, take me anyway you want, please Sir!"

"I forbid you to come," you tell her coldly, and step away from her. "You may not come until I allow it. Do you understand me wench?" She looks dismayed but she nods compliance, her teary eyes staring at you.

You look at Amanda and see her hand furiously at work in her cunt, her breath coming in deep gasps, her eyes half closed. You glance back at Meghan and she's staring at her friend, watching how her own humiliation has excited Amanda.

She turns back to you and speaks quietly, almost calmly. "At least you have had the mercy not to punish this wench by forcing her to watch you...to watch you...fuck her friend, and still forbid this wench to come. That is very merciful, Sir."