“Now get up, pet,” said the exotic beauty looking at Amber’s hot and deep red ass with several welts, the ruler left. “You behaved well,” she said.
As Amber got off her lap, her eyes looked teary, and her glowing cheeks were wet with tears. Amy withdrew a Kleenex.
“Come here,” she whispered and dabbed Amber’s eyes softly, without smearing her makeup too much. “Now, what does a good girl say after a punishment she deserved?”
Shame appeared in Amber’s gaze, but she said: “Thank you, Miss.”
“Thank you, Miss, for spanking me,” responded Amy. “Say it.”
“Thank you, Miss, for spanking me,” Amber repeated obediently.
Amy pointed on her left cheek again, and the blonde stepped up closer, leaned forward a bit, and placed a soft kiss on her Mistress’ cheek, as she did before.
“I love you, Mistress,” she whispered.
“Good girl!” Amy praised her, making Amber obviously happy. Then she thought the little slut adopted the little subliminal hints.
Amber felt like wax in her hot hands, and the black beauty already began to form it into shape. Still, she had to be patient, Amy thought. She couldn’t let it burn. The psychology student remembered a brief fable about a boiling frog. The assumption was, she recalled, that if a frog was put suddenly into boiling water, it would jump out. But if the frog was put in tepid water, which was then brought to a boil slowly, it would not perceive the danger and be cooked to death.
In summary, it meant that people were unable or unwilling to recognize threats that arose gradually. Of course, she didn’t want Amber to get seriously hurt. But exploring and pushing the blonde sluts cravings to the limits was another story.
“You can take my panties with you. But you own me a new one,” said Amy as she noticed how undecided Amber touched them.
“Thank you, Miss,” answered Amber and put them into her purse.
After adjusting the chairs and tables and tidying up a bit, Amber and Amy headed for the exit.
“Does it hurt? I mean you bum?” asked Amy, friendly. Amber’s eyes were a bit red, and her mascara a little blurred.
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber. “but it hurts not bad if you know what I mean,” she continued. “And I deserved it, after all.”
“That’s true, pet. But, there is something I wanted to ask you,” began Amy with a friendly voice. “Is this guy I saw you at times, your boyfriend?”
Amber hesitated but then told the black beauty the story. First, she wanted to give her – girlfriend or Mistress – she wasn’t sure herself, only vague indications. But Amy turned too bright for such games, and Amber gave in. She told her everything.
Amy listened to the petite blonde and could understand her uncertainty concerning sexual orientation. Many girls she knew experimented with other girls before they found boyfriends. And she knew it sometimes went the other way around, as in the case of her aunt Trudy. She was married for 20 years and divorced. Now, she was living with another woman.
But the most shocking moment was when Amber had told her she was still a virgin. A virgin and a little slut, thought Amy. And even a bigger shock was to learn that she was the one Amber wanted her cherry to give to.
“I don’t know what to say, pet,” answered Amy, feeling genuinely touched. “But if you really want to do it with me the first time, I feel honored. Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned word,” she laughed to herself. “But seriously, let’s make it a little event!”
“Sounds’s great,” answered Amber, pleased.
“I will think about it. But you have to be a good girl for me, as promised,” added Amy.
“Of course, Miss,” answered Amber blushing a little again.
“And Lucas, well,” thought aloud Amy, “you can’t drop him now. It wouldn’t be fair, would it? Even if you don’t love him.”
“No, I guess not,” answered Amber.
Amy opened the door, and both women left the room. After locking it, both headed for the exit.
“Nevertheless, playing with feelings of others is something I cannot welcome, pet,” Amy started. “And if you hadn’t just been punished,” she continued lowering her voice, “I would whip you bubble ass severely for this. And you know you would deserve it!”
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amy, ashamed. She knew Amy was right, although Amber had no remorse.
As they reached the exit and insured themselves, there were none around, Amy said. “Your penence will be, my little darling, to offer your boyfriend your cute little ass like you already did. I know you like it,” she smiled knowingly. “And you’ll give him head like a little slut should. You keep playing his loving girlfriend, but” she paused a bit, “a way slutier now. Let him cum in your mouth or on your face,” she suggested and enjoyed Amber’s obvious embarrassment. “Do we understand each other?” This time Amy’s look became stern again. “I would love to get a picture or a short video with you and him,” she winked at Amber.
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber flushed with shame, thinking back about sex with Lucas, her blowing him just a moment after he had fucked her ass. And she swallowed his cum anyway. The blonde had felt just too ashamed to have told Amy about it! Yet she promised to behave slutier towards Lucas. She felt embarrassed a bit but also challenged.
“But remember, your cherry is mine,” Amy whispered, dragging the blond out of her thoughts.
Amber only noded with a smile. “Yes, of course, Miss.”
After they said goodbye, Amy headed to her apartment. She felt exhausted while a tornado of emotions raged in her mind.
While sitting on the tile floor under the shower, with streams of hot water running down her body, Amber couldn’t stop thinking about the past events. She was afraid of how things developed and her life going out of control. Being aware she should gain control over her desires. Nonetheless, she knew they would continue to haunt her. And, if she dropped Amy, she would never again find someone like her.
“And she wouldn’t let my grades go down,” Amber talked to herself and thought about Amy’s threat about punishing her for fails. “A firm hand is exactly what I need,” she confessed. Amy was the one who provided her pleasure and pain when deserved. “And I love her,” she whispered and let her fingers slip between her swollen pussy lips.
Before she fell asleep, she read a message from Lucas on her smartphone.
“I have to fly home. But I’ll be back on Sunday!”
“Something happened?” wrote Amber back.
“No. My brother has something to announce but didn’t want to reveal it on the phone. I’ll let you know! Love you, bye!”
“Bye!” Amber typed and put her iPhone away.
After that, she felt strangely upset, without understanding why. Would Lucas see his former girlfriend again? Amber asked herself and felt jealousy growing in her. But then her mind swung to Amy, and she decided it even suited her. With Lucas away, she would have more time with her girlfriend.
She reached to the nightstand and withdrew Amy’s panties from the drawer. Then she pulled them over her face again and returned in thoughts to the moments with Amy in the workshop room.
— The beauty shop —
The following day, before leaving her apartment, still having two hours left before the first class, Amber googled a beauty shop specializing in waxing and laser depilation and made a call. Driven by the desire to please Amy, she dialed the phone number.