Therapy

Kara was less of an exhibitionist. In fact, she always surprised herself by still feeling a little embarrassed when taking off her clothes in front of a client. She neatly folded each item and set them aside on a chair, baring her body efficiently but without the showmanship of her colleague. Keeping her high heeled shoes on, she joined Tess in front of Barbara.

Barbara leaned forward in her seat and reached out her hands to touch the firm smooth thighs of the two girls. The feel of their warm flesh under her fingers seemed to drive home the reality of the situation and her eyes lit up with excitement. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she allowed all her vengeful fantasies and images of past humiliations, real or imagined at the hands of disdainful society women, to fill her mind. She slid her fingers up the silken skin of their inner thighs, stopping just before she touched their mounds.

'Lets play a little game' said Barbara. Reaching under the coffee table next to her chair, she produced a wicked looking riding crop made from gleaming black leather. 'I want both of you to play with yourselves. Stand right where you are now and spread your legs a little'. She waited as the two girls obeyed, shuffling their feet apart until they stood like soldiers at parade rest. 'Now use the fingers of one hand to spread yourselves and show me your clits' ordered Barbara.

In tandem Tess and Kara reached down and spread their outer labia with their index and middle fingers, bringing their crinkled pink inner labia into view like a pair of fleshy butterflies. By pulling upwards slightly, they succeeded in drawing the protective hood of skin back and away from their clits.

'That's good' said Barbara. 'Now I want the both of you to play with your clits. Don't touch yourself anywhere else. Just your clit'.

Kara lifted her hand to her mouth in order to lubricate her finger-tip.

Barbara shook her head and said 'No. Don't do that. Don't use any lubrication'. She waved the riding crop in front of their hips. 'This is a contest. The winner gets her bottom caned with this crop,' she said, grinning evilly 'and the loser gets caned on her pussy'.

The two girls started to gingerly stroke their clits, wincing as their dry fingers rasped across the dry and painfully sensitive skin.

'By the way' said Barbara 'I have not decided whether the one who cums first or the one who climaxes second shall be the winner. Perhaps I will toss a coin. But let me warn you, I will punish anyone who tries to fake an orgasm or does not really try to cum'.

Tess groaned in dismay and closed her eyes in concentration, rubbing her finger in tiny circles around her stiffening clit. Kara used a different technique, keeping her fingertip on one spot just above her clit and vibrating her finger in tiny side-to-side movements. Both of the girls found it very difficult to stimulate themselves sufficiently to reach a climax without being able to touch the rest of their bodies. In addition, the pressure of being in a competition made it all the more difficult. Despite Barbara's warning, both girls had no choice but to try and climax first in hopes of avoiding the more severe punishment.

The muscles of Kara's legs and buttocks quivered with the strain of standing with her feet wide apart as she strained towards an orgasm. She longed to be able to caress her breasts and nipples, finding that the need to concentrate only on her clit was actually making it more difficult for her to cum. The constant friction of her dry finger was starting to make her clit sore and Kara knew that she was in a race not only with Tess but with her own body. She had to bring herself to a climax before her touch actually became too irritating for her to be able to orgasm. She concentrated her attention on the tiny bud that thrust out between her fingers, letting her feelings of shame and excitement over displaying herself to Barbara in this obscene manner add to her stimulation. She actually felt her clit tingle as Barbara's gaze swept over her crotch. Each movement of her finger sent a throbbing vibration rippling through her body, radiating outward from her super-stimulated clitoris. She rode the waves of sensation, and absorbed the sweet aching soreness of her clit, blending pleasure and pain.

Barbara switched her attention to Tess, who was rolling her clit aggressively, ignoring the discomfort and rubbing herself harder and harder. She braced her hips, pushing against her hand and panting. Her eyes squeezed shut and her skin began to glisten with the effort as she drove herself to orgasm.

The woman watched in fascination as both of the masturbating girls tensed and groaned as they neared their climaxes at almost the same time. She saw Tess' eyes glance towards Kara, and then her teeth bared in a grin of triumph as the muscles of her belly rippled and clenched in the tiny staccato motions that signalled her orgasm. Tess' hips bucked and ground as if she were thrusting against an invisible lover and her thighs clamped shut, trapping her hand between them.

Just seconds later, Kara cried out wordlessly as her vibrating finger finally drove her over the top. She staggered as the intense sensation made her knees go weak, but she maintained her widespread stance and continued to work her clitoris, drawing out her climax into a series of mini-orgasms.

Barbara could actually see Kara's clit throbbing and twitching as she came and came. The opening of Kara's vagina glistened with milky fluids that threatened to well out of her hole and to drip onto the carpet.

Mindful that she was actually performing for the entertainment of her client, Kara maintained her position and carefully spread her pussy wide open so that Barbara could see the stiffly erect petals of her inner labia and the deep red flush of her stimulated flesh. She mentally cringed at the thought of being whipped on her pussy.

Barbara clapped her hands. 'Bravo ladies. That was an excellent performance from both of you'. She then produced a coin, which she flipped into the air. 'And the winner is; the one who came last!' she cried dramatically.

Tess grunted in disgust, while Kara gave a small sigh of relief.

Waving her riding crop, Barbara said 'All right, let's give out the prizes. Kara, you first. Keep your legs the way they are and bend over for six'.

Kara obediently bent over and put her hands on her knees, eyeing the nasty looking crop with trepidation. The crop and it's wielder moved out of view behind her and she clenched her teeth in anticipation. Despite her frightened concentration, the swishing of the crop through the air barely had time to register in her mind before she felt the whip strike squarely across her buttocks. The hot, stinging pain filled both cheeks of her tautly stretched buttocks as she rocked forward from the impact.

'Count them please' said Barbara, eyeing the rapidly rising weal that neatly bisected Kara's upthrust flesh.

'One!' gasped Kara.

'Swish...crack!'

'Ow! Two'

The third stroke caught Kara right at the junction where her thighs met her buttocks, and the tip of the crop drew a tiny drop of blood, painting a dark red bruise.

Kara yelped in pain, her fingers clamping down on her knees as she struggled with her instinctive desire to jump up and rub her wounded flesh. 'Three'.

The fourth and fifth strokes followed in quick succession, scribing two more straight crimson coloured lines across Kara's bum.

Barbara took careful aim and brought the crop down hard for the sixth and final stroke. This time the crop struck only one cheek and the tip sank deep into the crevice between them, biting savagely at Kara's arse hole.

The pain and shock were too much for Kara, who jumped up, reach around with both hands to shield her wounded flesh. However, she still retained enough presence of mind to shout out 'Six!' and thus end her ordeal.

Barbara ran her hand over Kara's burning red skin, enjoying the heat and the feel of the stiff crimson edged ridges that she had placed there. Kara pressed her body against her tormentor, her breasts flattening against Barbara's shoulder.

'Did it hurt a lot?' asked Barbara softly.

Kara shook her head, stroking the woman's arm. 'It doesn't matter,' she replied 'as long as you are happy'. Turning her head to look at Barbara's face, she gave a tearful smile. 'You can hit me some more if you like' she offered.

Barbara kissed her on the cheek and smiled back. 'That's enough for now. Tess is waiting to play with me'. She gave Kara a hug. The feel and scent of the beautiful blonde's body in her arms filled her senses and she could feel the crotch of her panties getting sticky.

Chapter Five.

Standing with her arms folded across her breasts, Tess had watched Kara's caning with a tiny smile on her face that quickly disappeared when the other two women looked towards her. She pointed with her nose at the crop in Barbara's hand and said 'My turn now I guess. So how do you want me? Sticking my butt up like Kara won't work if you are going to hit my pussy'.

'Why don't you suggest something' replied Barbara, tapping the crop in her palm.

Tess looked around the room seeking inspiration. Realising that any position that required her to display balance and concentration while having her genitals whipped would be impossible to maintain, she made her choice. 'How about I lie on my side on the couch. I can lift my leg up and apart so that you get a good shot at my pussy'. She suited her words with action, demonstrating the pose that she had suggested. With her forearm hooked behind her knee, she was able to hold on to her leg with both arms, which would help her to keep her legs spread wide even when Barbara hit her sex.

'That looks good' said Barbara, tapping Tess' pussy experimentally with her crop. The girl's widespread pose opened up the crevice of her sex to such an extent that Barbara could see right into her vaginal passage. The sight of Tess' gaping pussy gave Barbara an idea and she turned to Kara, who was still carefully rubbing her sore buttocks.

'Kara, I want you to do something for me while I entertain Tess'.

Kara nodded. 'Sure'.

Barbara pointed with her riding crop. 'See that shiny black and silver vibrator over there? I want you to put it in your pussy and turn it on. Turn the dial slowly, one click at a time. I want to see how far you get by the time I am finished with Tess'

Puzzled, Kara said 'O.K.' and then went over to the indicated device. When she picked it up she was surprised to find that it was heavier than she expected. The shiny strips that ran lengthwise down the barrel of the vibrator were made of metal and cool to the touch. She realised that it's weight was going make it harder to keep inside her body unless she kept her legs squeezed together. Shrugging, Kara placed the smooth rounded tip at the opening of her sex and gently rotated the vibrator from side to side, working it into her passage. It slipped easily into her pussy, which was still wet from her masturbation session. Since Barbara was not watching, she did not make a show of inserting the device, but merely slid it up into her body with a smooth motion. When the tip touched her cervix only the knurled control dial still showed. The chill feel of the metal deep inside her body made her shiver.

Kara glanced over at Barbara, who was busy playing with Tess' pussy lips, lightly slapping at the moist petals of her inner labia with the flat leather tip of the crop. Kara peered down between her legs at the shiny black plastic that protruded from her body. Barbara's instructions to turn the dial one click at a time made her cautious, suspecting that the motor in the vibrator was more powerful than usual. She turned the dial, feeling it click under her fingers. To her surprise, there was no discernible hum or motion. Then she felt the tiny tickling sensation that ran all along the length of her vagina, making her inner muscles squeeze on the intruding object. She gasped softly, realising that the 'vibrator' did not contain a motor at all. The weight that she had felt was entirely due to a large battery. The metal strips on it's outside were not merely decorations but were actually electrical contacts. She tried to turn the dial in the other direction in order to switch the tickling current off, but it would not move. The switch was designed to turn only in one direction unless some hidden catch was released. Cautiously, Kara turned the dial another stop. The current immediately grew in strength, and was now strong enough to feel like she was suffering from pins and needles inside her pussy. Looking at the dial, her eyes widened in shock. There were a total of ten stops on the dial and if the second was any indication, the higher levels would generate a severe shock and might even burn the flesh at the points of contact. It was no wonder that Barbara had wanted to see how far up the dial that Kara would go! She was determined not to disappoint the woman, so she turned the dial again. As expected, the stinging sensation grew significantly in strength, now feeling like tiny ant bites that went on and on. She felt her forehead grow damp and a painful throbbing began to spread through her lower belly. Just then, a sharp 'smack' came from the other side of the room. Looking up, Kara saw Tess' body jerk as the crop hit her clean-shaven pussy. She heard Barbara say 'I shall leave the number of strokes to you. Just tell me when you have had enough'.

Digging her fingernails into her thigh, Kara turned the dial again. The sharp pain made her throw her head back and to clench the fingers of both hands into the muscles of her bruised buttocks. This level was as far as she could bear to go if she was to stand here and wait for Barbara to finish whipping Tess.

Barbara brought the crop down again with a sharp flick of her wrist, hitting Tess across both of her plump outer labia. Several red criss-crossing marks now decorated Tess' mound and her inner labia had started to swell where the whip had caught them. Tess had drawn her knee right up to her face and she hugged her thigh to her chest with grim determination. She watched with slitted eyes as Barbara swung the crop back for another stroke. The whip flashed down in a blurred grey arc before striking Tess' flesh. This time, Barbara had aimed the crop so that only the tip struck her victim, landing right at the upper juncture of her labia and expending its full force on and around Tess' clit.

Tess shouted in pain, her free leg kicking at the fabric of the couch as if to push her tormentor away. The stinging pain of crop hitting her sensitive clit was almost unbearable.

Barbara knelt down beside Tess and asked 'How many of those do you think you could take?'

Tess shook her head, still panting from the agony that filled her crotch. 'I don't know. That really hurt'

Wickedly, Barbara said 'Give me a number. If it is reasonable and you manage to hold still for them, I will stop beating your pussy'

Tess blinked in confusion as she tried to decide on the minimum number of blows to her clit that Barbara was likely to accept and that she would be able to bear without breaking. 'Five?' she said hopefully.

'That's a deal' said Barbara. 'Open wide'.

The crop cut through the air and hit the widespread sex again. Tess moaned and writhed on the couch. It felt as if her clit had been cut by a knife. The second stroke fell like an explosion of flame in her groin. The skin around her clit was turning a deep sullen red and the tiny sex bud itself had swollen to almost double it's normal size. Despite her determination, Tess allowed her leg to fall lower in an instinctive move to shield her wounded genitalia.

'That's naughty' chided Barbara. 'Lets see that lovely little clit' she said, waving her hand upward.

With a sobbing gasp, Tess jerked her thigh upwards, fully exposing her pussy once more. When Barbara swung the crop and tapped her clit with a practice swing, Tess was mortified to feel a tiny drop of urine escape from her urethra as she shrank back from the anticipated blow.

Deciding that Tess deserved a reward for her fortitude, Barbara placed the square edged tip of the crop at the opening of Tess' vagina. 'Hold this for me dear' she said as she pushed the shaft of the whip into the gaping pussy.

Leaving the crop sticking out of Tess' body like an anorexic penis, Barbara turned towards Kara. Reaching out, she cupped the quivering blonde's breasts in her palms, toying with her nipples with her thumbs. 'What setting are you at?' she asked.

'Four' whispered Kara. 'It really hurts' she added, bowing her head 'but I think that I am getting wet'. When she looked up again there was a look of confusion in her eyes.

Barbara kissed her damp forehead. Then she slid her hand down the front of Kara's body until the tip of her index finger touched the girl's clit. Pressing firmly on the moist sex bud, Barbara felt a tiny tingle in her finger that was the residue from the stinging current that was cracking in Kara's cunt. Gripping the throbbing clit with thumb and finger, she pressed her lips to Kara's ear. 'I want to hurt you just a little bit more. May I?'

Kara took a deep breath and braced herself, placing her hands on Barbara's hips as if preparing to dance. 'You may' she whispered back. Barbara's lips pressed against hers and they kissed, tongues twining and probing. At the same time, Barbara pinched the girl's clit firmly, her fingernails biting into the delicate flesh. She felt the girl's hot breath as she gasped in pain, and the girl's moan vibrated in her mouth as she continued to squeeze and twist the exquisitely sensitive morsel. Just then, the computer terminal on the nearby table gave a beep. 'Oops, sorry. I have to stop for a moment. Money calls' said Barbara. As she walked past Tess, she snatched the crop from its fleshy sheath and gave the surprised girl a wicked smack on her clit. 'I don't want you getting bored' she said laughing happily.

Bending down to look at the LCD screen, Barbara saw the message that she had been waiting for. The flashing cursor on the screen highlighted the words 'Enter your desired password, which should not be shorter than 15 digits and may contain letters and numbers'. She typed in her password, which she had chosen several days earlier, and hit the 'Enter' key. The screen went momentarily blank and then flashed the words 'Congratulations. Your password has been accepted'.

Barbara whirled around and clapped her hands in delight. 'At last!' she cried. 'All of it is mine'. Skipping back to Kara, she gave the girl a wet smacking kiss on the cheek. In her joy she did not notice Tess getting up from the couch and staring intently in the direction of the computer. Suddenly a green LED lit up in the face of the smartphone that she had placed on the table and Tess' face distorted in a wolfish grin. Kicking aside the riding crop that Barbara had dropped on the floor, she glided over to her discarded jacket.

Barbara was reaching for Kara's nipples in order to give them a playful tweak when she heard Tess clear her throat loudly with a theatrical 'Ahem!'. Then she saw Kara's eyes widen in shock. Swivelling around, she gasped at the sight of Tess who was wearing her jacket around her shoulders like a cloak and holding a tiny black automatic pistol.

'Do you like it?' asked Tess, waggling her pistol. 'Its a Kel-Tec P32 and it fits just great in a jacket pocket without making an unsightly bulge. Its light too!'. Tess tapped the gun with her other hand. 'I am sorry that I can't cock the hammer back with a threatening click like they do in the films and I have already chambered a round so I am not going to jack the slide back either, but I am sure that you ladies know what to do' she said, pointing at the ceiling with her free hand.