Closing the curtains gave me something to do, but all too soon she was in position and I was holding the belt again.
We worked our way up through perhaps half a dozen strokes, each followed by Juliet's observation that I should be hitting harder. When she flinched after the last stroke, I couldn't bring myself to hit her slightly reddened buns again. "Really," she insisted, "it hardly hurts at all. I'm fine, Mrs. G." Disclaimers aside, I was still concerned enough I'd tuned out her nudity. "No, Juliet, I won't do any more. Look at your... you, it must hurt awfully. We'll have to stop."
"I wish I could convince you," she pleaded. "Look, I'll hit you just the same way, and you can feel it for yourself. Then you'll know it's okay." I definitely wasn't ready for this! "Please? It's for Mimi."
Somehow I found myself removing my clothing while Juliet watched! I would never have been able to do it if she'd shown any reaction, but her earnest desire to help and incredible focus worked to calm my own fears. I even realized I was comparing our bodies and not coming out as badly as I might have thought. Then I was bent over the bed, listening for the belt.
Thwack! I twitched, but the fear was much worse than the sensation, and I motioned for Juliet to continue. Thwack! THWACK! THWACK! The last stroke really burned! It sounded louder than when I'd given them to Juliet, but that probably was due to our change in positions. Anyway, she hadn't complained about what she'd gotten. If both of us could survive the experience, so could Mimi.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gianelli! I didn't mean to hit you so hard that last time, I got off balance. Are you okay?" The cool palm of Juliet's hand softly stroked my burning rear, and drifted down towards-
I quickly turned, to reassure her, and found myself facing Juliet's bush at very close range. It was neatly trimmed, probably for her swimsuit, and didn't do much to obscure her lips. They looked a little flushed, too... "She made that girl lick her, didn't she?" Juliet demanded in an intense voice. I wanted to back away, but I was pinned against the bed. "Do you think we should make her lick me? Would she like it?" She moved closer to me, now her body was filling my field of view!
Her hand was brushing my hair, and I caught a hint of a fragrance I knew must be hers. There was none of the "fishiness" Barry always complained about; did it taste as good? "You'd like to lick me, wouldn't you?" I was so embarrassed! How had she guessed? "Try it." Juliet pulled me into her, and I couldn't resist darting my tongue out for a tiny taste. "Harder!" she hissed, and the belt landed on my rear again!
By mid-afternoon, my tongue was sore. So was my rear, from the belt, then the whip, and finally the dildo that was stretching my rear hole. I'd realized much earlier it hadn't been Mimi's voicemail I'd stumbled onto. But I knew she was going to be punished anyway; Mistress Juliet had told me I could watch.
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