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After a few minutes, everything was set up.

Gretchen was sitting on the sofa, reading through some papers. There was a very professional air about her. She was even wearing a professional looking office vest. If you looked closer though, you could see that it was just a little too big for her.

That’s because it was borrowed from Lana’s closet.

This wasn’t an office, that was obvious. We were clearly in a person’s living room. But who cared, right? This wasn’t going to be the most authentic looking porn.

Not that anybody else was going to see it anyways.

Although…

There was a knock on the front door. Gretchen put the papers down on the living room table.

“Please come in,” she said in an emotionless voice.

In walked Lana, who was also wearing her office suit. She looked a bit nervous.

“You called me in… Miss Hardbody?” she said with a scared voice.

Either she was a good actor or it was legitimate fear. She knew where things were going.

Oh yeah. They obviously couldn’t call each other by their real names. Gretchen was Miss Hardbody, and Lana was…

“Miss Connie Lingus, please sit down,” Gretchen said tersely.

Lana did. She sat down on the sofa, next to Gretchen. Good. Now I could get both of them in the same frame.

I was interested to see how Gretchen would play this. The script was completely improvised. I only told them is where I wanted things to end up.

Gretchen picked up a paper. If you looked closely, you could see some of Lana’s old writings on it. She had those papers sprinkled all around her house.

She was surprisingly messy. Or maybe her dog was the culprit.

Where was the little bichon frisé anyways?

“What is this shit? This is the worst fucking article I’ve read as a professional editor. Yes, I’m not even exaggerating. What’s your excuse? Did a cat run across your keyboard?”

Man, it was a whiplash to hear the old Gretchen again. That was her, one hundred percent. The ultimate bitch. I think she might’ve said those very words to me at some point.

I think even Lana was a little thrown back. My guess is that Gretchen was never angry with her, since she was miss goddamn perfect.

“I… I’m sorry, okay?”

“Sorry? You think that is going to cut it missy?”

Wow. Gretchen was really getting into it.

Was she… enjoying this?

“Pull down your pants. You need to be taught a lesson.”

Lana swallowed. None of this came as a surprise to her, it was the plot after all.

“…Yes, Miss Hardbody.”

And just like that, Lana obediently got up, pulled down her trousers, and bent over. I moved to get a better shot of her magnificent ass.

“Panties as well. You know the procedure,” Gretchen ordered.

Damn. Gretchen wasn’t hesitating one bit.

Either she enjoyed being her former self, or she really hated Lana.

Or both?

Lana sighed, and slowly slid her lace panties down her legs.

Here we go. Time for action.

It was time to make Gretchen do something, she had never done before. Spanking a-

SPANK!

“Ow ow ow ow!”

Wait… Gretchen didn’t hesitate at this point either. She got up so fast, landed her palm swiftly on Lana’s buttock, and-

SPANK!

“Ow! Ow! Too hard!”

Jesus Christ. Two red handprints on Lana’s ass already. Was this pent up anger, that she was releasing on Lana? Either way, she was about to land a third one.

“Stop!” I shouted.

Gretchen jumped like she had seen a ghost. She turned to me with fearful eyes.

“I-I’m sorry master, did I something wrong?” she said in her meeker voice.

Her personality just went full 180 in a few seconds. Almost comical.

I stopped her, because I needed to think about this. If she was that ready to let loose on Lana’s ass, I could have another Reagan-situation here.

The whole point of this exercise was to get points. For me to **** her to spank another woman’s ass. But I guess that wasn’t a big hurdle for her at this point.

Unless it was too… tame?

“Gretchen… Here’s what I want you to do next. Take out your belt, and whip her ass with it.”

She processed that for a few seconds. I think I heard Lana moan in despair.

“But…”

“Yes?”

“…M-My pants will fall down… I-is that a problem?”

…That was her only issue?

“No… It’ll look better that way.”

“Okay, good,” she said as she smiled.

Smiled.

“And… action!”

“You know what?” Gretchen started, as she turned towards Lana. “I don’t think these spankings are making you a better writer. We need to do something more… drastic.”

Gretchen’s fingers traveled to her belt. She pulled it out with grace, as her pants fell to the floor. Now my camera had a beautiful shot of both asses lined up.

I think Lana tried to move a couple of inches away, but it was hopeless.

In any case, this was still problematic. Gretchen was too ready for all of this. I had to up things even more.

“And Gretchen… When you whip her, I want you to talk to her at same time. Dirty stuff.”

“…Okay, master.”

“Go.”

Gretchen breathed in deep. She flopped the belt on her hands, to feel the weight of it. Then, almost like it was nothing at all, she whipped it up in the air, and landed it across Lana’s ass. With a violent thud.

WHIP! SPANK!

This time Lana just screamed, and fell to the floor on all fours. When she got her balance back, she placed her hands on her ass, as if to rub the pain away.

“You… Bitch. If you weren’t such an awful writer, I wouldn’t have to… break your ass like this.”

Gretchen looked at me, as if asking whether these were the kind of words I was looking for.

I nodded enthusiastically.

Okay. This wasn’t getting Gretchen’s points up, that was for sure.

But I wanted to see more.

“Hands off the ass,” she said menacingly.

Lana whimpered, but eventually removed her fingers and braced herself for the pain.

WHIP! SPANK!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaghh.. No more no more no more pleasee…. I’m sorryy…..”

Hoowee. Those welts across Lana’s ass. I wasn’t sure if Gretchen was saving any of her strength. This might’ve been more painful than I was with that whip yesterday.

“Sorry is not enough, bitch. You’re a terrible writer, and now your ass has to pay.”

WHIP!

Oh man. That one clearly hit Lana’s pussylips too. I could see them fold under the weight of the leather.

“Aaaaaa! AaaA! Yes! Yes I am! Please stop! I’ll write better, I promise!”

“Oh please. You like this. Don’t you… you… lesbian?”

WHIP!

“OW! Ow! Ow! Please no pleasee….”

Gretchen was readying for a fifth whipping. I stopped her hand.

I didn’t want Lana get destroyed this early in the evening. And besides… As much fun it was seeing my bitch of a boss whipping my bitch of a rival, this was going in the wrong direction.

I was starting to feel like any sadistic order I gave Gretchen wouldn’t give me any points. It’s like she wasn’t feeling any humiliation in it.

No doubt about it now, Gretchen always had a sadistic side. I just somehow was able to suppress it when she was with me. But using it against other women… She had no problem with that.

Yeah no, this route was a bust.

Time to reverse it.

“Okay, next there’s going to be a twist in the script. Lana, your character is getting tired of her daily spankings. You’ve had enough, and you are going to stop it by ****. That means you will put Miss Hardbody here over your knee, and deliver a spanking to her.”

Gretchen looked really unsure about that. No smiles this time.

Good.

Lana was still on all fours. Couple of tears were running down her cheek, but her sobbing ceased.

“O… Okay…” She said, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“And Gretchen. Don’t make it easy for her.”

She nodded.

“And… Action!”

They returned back to their positions. Gretchen felt like she had time to deliver one more whipping, but the belt just narrowly missed Lana’s ass. She shifted forward, and after a few clumsy moves, was back on her feet again. With her panties around her feet.

“Enough,” she said, with a sturdy voice.

“Excuse me?” Gretchen asked, still trying to act like she was in charge.

“I’ve had enough!” Lana nearly shouted as she stepped forward, trying to grab Gretchen’s belt. It was unsuccessful, as Gretchen pulled it away from her.

“Know your place, girl! Back on the floor!”

Lana was trying to think about her next move.

Lana eyed her surroundings. On the table was a glass of wine. She was probably drinking that before we came here. Even I forgot that it was there. Well, we weren’t fooling anyone that this was an office anyway.

As her eyes settled on the glass, I think both Gretchen and me could guess what would happen next.

Gretchen tried to stop her with her belt, but it was too late. Lana grabbed the glass and threw the wine in Gretchen’s face.

“Aaagh! You bitch!” Gretchen shouted trying to wipe it away from her face. She had to close her eyes, which left her completely ****.

Lana took full advantage of that, and tackled Gretchen down to the sofa.

I had to stop for a moment and consider how amazingly fast these women were getting into this. It was such an effort to get them to be sensual with each other, but **** was no issue. Man, I guess this was a long time coming.

What followed was an indescribably fun show, but therefore really hard to accurately note down. It was a fumble. Pulling of hair, pulling of clothes, legs kicking, hands slapping, and constant name-calling. Mainly “bitch”, though.

Sexiest fucking catfight I had ever seen.

Sadly, it wasn’t that long. It probably lasted around 10 seconds, and Lana’s victory was assured when she placed her hand around Gretchen’s throat. Gretchen stopped fighting almost immediately and got a far-away look in her eyes as Lana squeezed her tighter.

“Stop fighting, you fucking bitch!” she shouted at her.

When she realized that she in fact wasn’t fighting anymore, Lana grabbed the belt from Gretchen’s non-resistant fingers. Then she looked at me, I guess all of a sudden remembering where she was and I was in fact filming all of this.

I gave her a thumbs up.

She gave me a small, embarrassed smile.

She sat up on the sofa, and placed the fairly limp body of Gretchen on her lap.

Lana wasn’t fucking around. She pulled down Gretchen’s panties, and made sure her ass was very visible to my camera.

Then Lana stopped. She had to look closer.

Yup. It read “Jack’s slavecunt” on Gretchen’s left buttcheek.

Lana looked at me. It was a look of anger. Mixed with some jealousy.

I signaled her to keep going.

She sighed.

“Now, G- Miss Hardbody, are you ready for your punishment?”

“no, no no….”

“Too bad.”

Lana wasn’t even planning to start with just her hand. She grabbed the belt twofold, to make more impact from a shorter range. Gretchen was beginning to get some more life into her, and thrashed on Lana’s lap. Too late.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Merciless. Gretchen’s ass got to feel the full power of the belt.

Especially her sore left buttcheek. Lana made sure to hit the tattoo specifically.

“Fuck! Ow! No! Fuck! Ow ow ow! Stop! OW! Too much! OW! OW!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

As Gretchen’s ass kept getting redder, there was a scary look of intensity in Lana’s eyes. Damn, couldn’t I keep either of these bitches in control? They really went full Reagan on each other’s asses.

But… how exactly was this supposed to get me points?

…

Shit. I didn’t plan that part.

How to make this more humiliating?

Maybe by making it more intimate? …And weird?

“Lana. **** Gretchen to call you mommy.”

She stopped spanking. She was clearly confused by my order.

“W-What?”

“Do it.”

Lana blinked a few times, swallowed, and the picked up the belt again.

SPANK!

“OW!”

“…Call me… mommy, you bitch.”

SPANK!

“OW! Ow! Stop, it, m…”

SPANK!

“owowoww! No more, mo….”

I traveled with my camera to Gretchen’s face. I wanted to see her expression as she said the word.

SPANK!

“MOMMY! Please stop! Please! Mommy no more…”

Oh man. The embarrassed red hue on her face. I’d never get tired of that.

But… No points again. Fuck.

Let’s push harder.

“Lana. Tell her you’ll stop if she sucks mommy’s titties.”

Lana trembled a bit. Surprising.

“J-Jack, this-“

“Are you disobeying me? And did you just fucking call me Jack?”

“Sorry, master.”

“Just do it.”

Lana delivered 15th spank on Gretchen’s ass.

SPANK!

“OW!”

“N-Now, I’ll stop if you suck… mommy’s titties.” (LANA: +1SP) (+91SP)

Yeah. A point. For the wrong person though.

“…okay…. mommy,” Gretchen mumbled quietly.

Fuck! Still nothing!

“Gretchen, not good enough. You have to beg to suck your mommy’s titties!”

She shot me a quick glance, but then turned back to Lana.

“Please… Mommy. Let me suck your titties. I’ve… been a good girl.”

…

Nothing! No points! Even from that!

I was losing it. How hard were those last digits?

I needed time to think.

I put my phone on the table. I told them that it was still shooting, and they should keep going.

I’m sure they felt very weird about the fact that I had led them to this point, and just as Lana was now removing her blouse and bra, I left the room. I’d seen them suck each other’s titties before, that by itself wasn’t new anymore.

I went into the kitchen and sat at the table.

The whole point of coming here was finding new ways to humiliate Gretchen. Ways to make her do stuff that she hadn’t done before.

She was very averse to the lesbian stuff in the beginning. Now that she had done it a couple of times with Lana, it was like that blockage was somewhat gone. Even introducing a bdsm element to their relationship didn’t help. Or making it fucking weird with the mommy-stuff.

I only got a point with the filming element.

I had other plans for Gretchen beyond Lana, but I’d be damn disappointed to leave here with just one point.

I stood up and opened Lana’s fridge. I needed a drink.

Of course she didn’t have any beer. Just the green stuff again.

And some whipped cream.

Wait a minute…

I think I got an idea. Or several.