The pair "apologize"

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Mitsuru was screaming with every step she took back out of the Inn. Her body was completely out of her control, and seemingly all too happy to leave her ample charms on full display for everyone to gawk at. She could feel her large breasts swaying freely with every little motion, and there was a little bounce and wiggle in her butt as she moved onto the street. She was not only exposing herself, she was doing it so...gleefully! And worst of all, HE was seeing her this way!

Mitsuru stewed in her own mind. Why did he have to be here? It was true that the Seaside Clamshell Inn was of late catering to a "higher" clientele than before. They had recently undergone rennovations and added a more gothic facade to their establishment. It was something of a joke on Shirakawa, really. The Clamshell still made the bulk of its income as a love hotel, afterall, which made the pretense of luxury seem absurd to any of the "regulars" in the area. Then again, if Mitsuru hadn't been mingling with the commoners, as Dominic had put it, she might have fallen for the ruse their advertising was attempting to accomplish. The added luxury had certainly settled her pick of places to lay low on the boulevard, but it appeared Dominic had bought the entire story.

Mitsuru's heart was beating faster as she got to the bottom of the stairs and turned around to face him. Dominic was the worst kind of person. There was nothing romantic about their intended wedding. Mitsuru stood to inherit her father's company. Her youth and her sex made the Kirijo Group nervous, and in her grief Mitsuru had allowed herself to indulge in their insecurity. Dominic was a spoiled, petty little creature who just happened to own a company that would benefit the Group enormously if they could pull off a merger. The arranged marriage was something he had insisted upon, and Mitsuru continued to kick herself that she went along with the idea as long as she had. It was the overbearing insistence on his part that she would have to abandon her "low class" contacts in general, and her friendship with Minako in particular, that finally drove Mitsuru to break everything off. He had been insulting in every way possible, implying that women could rise to power in the corporate world by, in effect, using their bodies to sleep their way to the top. She had taken no small amount of pleasure in stomping over his pathetic little ego. In the process, she made it abundantly clear that she was rising in the business world through her shrewd intelligence and ability as a leader, and that she was never going to sell herself out for power. Her body was hers to give to whoever she chose, not the plaything of greedy corporate execs and certainly not something Dominic Masterson would ever get to see, let alone enjoy.

That memory was at the forefront of Mitsuru's mind as Dominic strode down the stairs with a pair of enormous paddles in hand, as she and Minako waited completely naked and smiling like a pair of Stepford Housewives.

"Why are you still standing, Mitsuru?" Dominic said. "A sincere apology can only be delivered on your hands and knees before the wronged party. Any book of etiquette will tell you that."

Minako and Mitsuru, to their complete consternation, immediately lowered themselves into a deep bow, pushing their bodies all the way to the sidewalk and sinking their foreheads all the way to the cold ground. In Japan this was the pose of one who had wronged another in the deepest ways possible.

"That doesn't seem necessary." Dominic said. "Pick yourselves up a bit."

With the edge of one long paddle he pushed Mitsuru up, directing her to rise until she was on her hands and knees, roughly at the height of his waistline. Her breasts hung below her, swinging freely, and her butt was fully exposed to the crowd. Minako was made to assume the same position.

"Gentlemen! Would you care to aid these ladies in making proper penance?" Dominic pointed at two burly men in the crowd, holding out the paddles. "Wonderful! Now then, I have no intention of keeping track of her punishment. So, we will begin with a series of spankings. You will both keep track of the number, repeating the number back for us. Then you may issue an apology. Tell me you are both sorry for showing me disrespect. I'm sure your words will eventually move me to forgiveness."

Minako and Mitsuru were practically in tears. Dominic was a sadist behind closest doors, though Mitsuru mercifully had never acquiesced to his desire to 'discipline' her willful attitude. Or any of his pre-marital attempts to consummate their deal. He had already seen more of her tonight than she had ever been willing to show, and he was about to use her in ways she'd never allowed him to!

Her revere was interrupted by the smack of the paddle against her butt.

"Ah! One! We're sorry for our disrespect!" Minako and Mitsuru said in unison.

And so it went. The two girls found themselves an island in a crashing sea of leering faces and flashing cameras. Their butt cheeks soon turned red from the barrage of spankings they were receiving. Each swap of the paddle inspired a brief exclamation from both girls, somewhere between a gasp of pain and a moan of pleasure. The reaction of their bodies was almost sexual, swaying forward and upward, their breasts bouncing everywhere, their faces flushed and gasping. One could easily imagine them bucking and gasping for a very different reason. Worse, the shadows had expertly filtered there own responses through the control they were administering. Neither girl was certain whether the clear enjoyment they were exhibiting from their punishment and exposure was a facade enforcement on them by their puppetmaster or an honest, as yet untapped passion found within themselves. But no one could deny the state of arousal they were left in afterwards.

"Well, that will do." Masterson said smugly. "Good day, Mitsuru. I sincerely hope this...derangement of yours can be brought under control, and that this public disgrace will allow you to mend your reputation...if it can be salvaged."

"Thank you, Dominic." Mitsuru said contritely, hating every word of it.

Control came back when Dominic was out of sight. The pair rose slowly, wobbling on their feet like new born deer. Everywhere they looked they saw grinning faces delighting in their humiliation. They meekly retreated into the relative safety of the hotel. The clerk at the front desk smiled at them, taking in their nudity with a bemused smugness. Without prompting, he provided a package of ointment with their room key. Apparently tender bottom were not an uncommon occurrence here.

The silence in the elevator was oppressive. The pair looked at one another, then decided the floor was still a more interesting sight. At last, they both drew in a breath. Minako was in agony. The humiliation for her had been awful, but for Mitsuru it was viciously and mercilessly personal. It was her fault Mitsuru was being manipulated, and so far their unseen master seemed intent on making the experience more hellish for her by tormenting her friends in excess of her own plight.

"Senpai, I-"

"I'm sorry, Minako." Mitsuru said.

Minako blinked.

"That was my shame to bear. He...he had no right to make you a part of it!" She said, her face downcast.

"But! But if it wasn't for me..." Minako began.

"IF I had controlled myself earlier tonight, I could have spared us both this...this embarrassment." Mitsuru said sternly.

"....this isn't your fault, Mitsuru-san!"

"And it certainly isn't yours!" Mitsuru said, looking at her sharply. "I'll hear no more apologies from you on the matter. Whatever did this to you is the one who deserves my anger."

"R-right!" Minako said. "....But if I can't apologize, you can't either."

"I was the one in control of her body when-"

"It isn't your fault." Minako said firmly, crossing her arms. "You didn't know what was wrong, and we don't know of a way to break these stupid trances except for waiting for them to get bored!"

Silenced reigned again.

"Besides." Minako said after a long pause. "I-its kinda nice...knowing you can't resist me."

Mitsuru looked at her in surprise, then acquired a shade of pink. "One instance hardly prove a rule."

"Oh? So...so if I said...I wanted us to forget...about the plan, and...and use this hotel room for what its supposed to be used for...what would you say to that?" Minako asked.

"Is...this hypothetical?" Mitsuru asked.

"Do I have to say it, Senpai?" Minako asked.

"....I think I want to hear it, yes."

"F-fine! This night has been insane! I've been exposed, humiliated, controlled, leered at nonstop for hours now, photographed doing things I never even imagine doing by myself let alone in public! I've had sex in the most humiliating way possible with a friend I...I admire and respect and...who I think is one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, who I can't stop staring at even now! And I'm scared, and ashamed, and helpless, and everything's twisted up inside of my stomach, and I feel like if I don't get any relief soon I'll go crazy! And my butt hurts! And your stupid motorcycle vibrated right on my clit the whole way here, and that damned spanking was also kind of exciting and...and your NAKED and HOT and HERE and I WANT YOU! W-what else do you want-"

She didn't notice Mitsuru close the distance between them until the older girl enveloped her, her tongue exploring Minako's mouth an increasingly familiar and welcome sensation. Their hands were everywhere, exploring each other's bodies, remembering (mostly) to move gingerly over their abused backsides. For a long moment they basked in each other's warmth.

"S-see, Senpai? Irresistible."

"I haven't said yes yet, Minako-chan."

"By all means, keep thinking it over."

Their lips met once again.