Alice’s face contained pure lust as she responded. “Thank you for letting me eat your pussy.”
“Good Bitch. Now go get the ruler and bring it back here.”
Alice crawled off, seeming a little too eager. Liz grinned. Normally it took her a lot longer to break someone in regarding spanking, but Alice had taken to it right away. Liz was hoping that, with some more training, she would be able to make the young woman cum just by smacking her beautiful round ass. Alice returned with the ruler in her teeth, making Liz glow with pride. Alice had once made the mistake of bringing it back in her hand, which was for people and not pets. She had been forced to sleep on her stomach that evening, though she had done so with a smile on her lips.
“Good Bitch,” she said again. “Now heel. Excellent. Show position.” Alice straightened up her back, arms and neck. This had the added effect of thrusting her ass out a bit. Liz, with a glass of wine in one hand and the ruler in the other, began spanking Alice. She swatted five times, put the ruler down and then finger Alice’s increasingly damp vaginal opening for almost a minute. Then she repeated the procedure, except adding an extra ‘thwack’ with the ruler each time. She had reached a dozen swats when she heard those magical words.
“May I cum please?” Alice almost whimpered. But the girl wasn’t in pain, but was rather in desperate need of release.
Liz kept her fingers buried in Alice’s pussy longer that time. “Yes, you may cum now.”
Alice closer her eyes as the climax began. Liz was amazed by how much energy the girl used up during each orgasm, and even more amazed by how quickly she recovered. The trembling started at Alice’s shoulders and then worked its way down her spine until it started pushing the girl’s sweet nectar out and down the insides of her thighs. Liz realized it was time to get Alice cleaned up. Then she got an idea.
“You know what I think Bitch needs? A bath.” She put the remnants of her meal on the counter, then led Alice into the bathroom. She started running the water. “Now take off your leggings,” she ordered. Alice looked a little confused, but obeyed quickly. Once the water was the right temperature, Liz grabbed the detachable nozzle and let it hang into the tub before hitting the button that converted from bath to shower. Water started pouring out the nozzle. “Now get in the tub.”
Alice crawled over the edge of the tub while Liz grabbed the nozzle. The older girl was giving her ‘dog’ a bath. She sprayed Alice down, shampooed her, rinsed and then conditioned. Then she soaped the girl up. Alice noticed that her mistress was paying far more attention to her breasts than was necessary, but she got a charge from when Liz tweaked and tugged at her nipples. And whenever one hand was engaged in breast play, the other hand was directing a stream of water at Alice’s sensitive pussy. By the end of the bath, she was begging to be allowed to cum again, and once again Liz granted permission. After a quick spray of water to wash away the new cum residue, Liz turned off the water and toweled her pet off. She was suddenly glad she had gotten a collar that had been water-treated. Once Alice was dried off and Liz had combed her hair out, Liz reached over and removed the collar. Alice immediately went and kissed her girlfriend good and hard, then broke off due to a case of the giggles.
“You were making that up as you went, weren’t you?” Alice asked. She appeared to be obviously pleased by this new game, as it gave them something new to do that was easily in line with her obedient-dog persona. They strayed from that identity periodically, such as when Alice was tied to the bed, but being Liz’s Bitch was something she greatly enjoyed.
“A good dom never reveals her secrets,” Liz said with a smirk. The two girls grabbed their robes and went to crash out on the sofa. Liz stretched out while Alice curled her feet up under her and leaned against the back with one shoulder, letting her sit comfortably while talking to Liz.
“So, how do you think it’s going?” Alice asked, grabbing one of Liz’s feet and starting to massage it. She didn’t need to mention what she was worried about.
“I wish I knew. I think this is worse than the singing incident. She loved to sing, but I doubt that would even come close to comparing with how she feels about Laurie. I think she still loves the girl. I just don’t know if that’s enough.” Liz chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” asked Alice.
“I was just thinking what would have happened if that one jackass hadn’t thrown an egg at her four years ago. Would Heather have grown up to be the person she is? Can you imagine a well-behaved Heather wearing a dress and . . .”
“Sorry, but you lost all credibility when you said ‘dress.’ I guess that maybe it’s best that someone did. It lit a fire under her that brought her here. It gave her a passion that attracted Laurie to her. If Laurie hadn’t been attracted to her, she wouldn’t have gone on that road trip and lit Heather’s car on fire. If Heather’s car doesn’t get set on fire, Freddie never drives out to check on us, and none of us ever meet her or Jane or Michelle. And then I might never have been able to accept that I was gay, I never lose my virginity to Michelle, and I never wind up sitting on this couch with another woman while thinking about getting new curtains for this place.”
“Chaos theory. Everything effects everything else. And what the hell is wrong with these curtains?”
“Just a little drab. This place could use some color.” Alice pursed her lips. “Speaking of dresses, though, does your grandfather still have that one? The one she was wearing that night?”
“Probably. Why?”
“Could you get him to send it here? I’ve got an idea.”
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Back at the dorms . . .
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Heather and Laurie had walked for a while after their ‘smooching’ session on the bench finally ended. Heather talked about her conversation with Laurie’s dad, and Laurie talked about some of the things people did down in Fort Lauderdale after their personal blow-up. Laurie kept her arm wrapped around Heather’s, wishing she could hold the girl’s hand. Eventually they wound up back at the dorm. Laurie took one look around and physically blanched.
“Were you going to throw all this stuff away?” she asked, looking at the boxes.
“No, I was going to give it back to you. I . . . I shouldn’t have said the thing about affections being bought. I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Laurie said. “But you’re right. You shouldn’t have said it. I know it’s superficial, but I like giving stuff to people. You needed new clothes and I was in a position to help.” She looked a bit nervous. “Don’t take this as pity or anything like that, since I know you worked hard to get here. But I know no one ever gave you anything, except for Mr. Price, and I think you deserved something. You deserved a nice dress, you deserved nice Christmas presents and you . . . you deserve everything. All your parents ever gave you was grief and bruises, and no matter how much you defend where you’ve come from, I’m still going to be mad at them for that.” Laurie started putting all the clothes back on hangers and putting them in the closet. She felt arms encircling her waist.
“So what did I do to deserve you?” came a heated whisper in her ear.
Laurie gripped those arms. “I think we could both ask that question. Except I would be referring to you and . . . as opposed to when you said it . . . Why can’t I ever quit when I’m ahead?”
Heather let Laurie pick up a bit, then they headed into the shower. It wasn’t about sex this time. Heather hadn’t cleaned up yet that day, and Laurie knew that her hands would cause her problems. The bags went on over the bandages, but this time Heather had a blonde beauty to wash her hair. There was a great deal of light touching as the two girls re-familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies. It had only been a little over a week, but there had been so much fear that this would never happen again. There was quite a bit of nuzzling and nibbling, but it was all strictly above the belt-line.
When they were done, Laurie had Heather lie down completely nude on the bed, and proceeded to give her girlfriend the most soothing massage that Laurie had ever given in her life.
“Okay, this is nice,” Heather murmured. She had her hands stretched out in front of her so Laurie, who was straddling her back, didn’t accidentally kneel on them. Laurie thought it made it look like Heather was trying to fly.
“I know how tense you get when you get mad, so I’m surprised you could even move considering how our week has gone.”
Heather found it oddly satisfying that Laurie had said “our week.” Since they were still going to be together, even their turmoil was to be considered a shared event. She found it not-so-oddly satisfying that Laurie was spending an inordinate amount of time kneading Heather’s upper hamstrings and letting her hands drift up to Heather’s butt. Laurie ordered a pizza and then continued the massage until the food arrived. Some lucky delivery guy, whose idea of a hot date was downloading pictures of girls who looked like Heather and Laurie, got a bit of an eyeful when he delivered, as Heather was lying on the bed with only a towel covering her butt. The two ate before talking for hours. Heather actually showed some sympathy for Laurie’s position regarding her father, and was more than willing to discuss protecting his image as long as it didn’t interfere with her and Laurie’s relationship. Laurie readily agreed.
By seven o’clock, both girls were completely wiped out. Neither of them had slept well if at all for days. But despite all of their problems up until that point, there wasn’t even a question about where Laurie would be staying. They both slipped into nightshirts, then into bed and finally into each other’s arms.