Chapter Two

She threw back the canvas top on the shiny red Spider, slid into the sun-warmed leather seat, and fired up the ignition. Carefully, she eased the purring sports car out of the lot, and turned to head north: another California blonde, carefree with the wind in her hair, roaring along the strip on a warm summer’s twilight. Crissy purposely avoided the Freeway, and chose instead to follow the old coast road for quite a ways before turning inland, entering the foothills as the coast fell away below and behind her. She cautiously wound up the curving road, climbing gradually higher, till the scraggly desert plants gave way to larger pines, trees that crowded thickly along the serpentine road, making the night seem even darker and more menacing. He had made some joke about his place being “a little out of the way” -- now she knew what he meant!

Keeping an eye on her GPS, she made her way ever deeper into the low rolling hills. She had brought a few things with her, fully expecting to spend the night, and now she was glad she did. For she didn’t relish the idea of driving back home through these remote hills alone at night.

Now the Spider had slowed and it was nosing cautiously forward, the driver searching for a small, unmarked turn that would lead to the only access road to his place. The winding gravel path took a long curve through a stand of trees and there, defiantly floodlit against the encroaching darkness, stood a magnificent home of stained wood and glass that reminded Crissy of an exclusive mountain resort. It had been built as a palatial retreat for a weary film executive, and had changed hands several times before Sky found it. He enjoyed the privacy and the sense of freedom the place gave him, and soon divided his time between his impressive new home and the luxury apartment he kept in the city. He jokingly referred to it as his “cabin” although the term seemed ludicrous when applied to the large, obviously expensive, complex of redwood and cedar and tinted glass, tucked away behind wrought iron gates, deep in the gentle hills.

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Crissy had kicked off her heels as she sat across from him in a rounded chair with a low padded back, taking in the leather and chrome of the large starkly modern room with its sparse, but expensive, furnishings. Leaning back, she crossed her legs, and waited, sipping her drink, tense and alert with the sense of rising sexual anticipation.

Sprawled back as she was, she had let her dress had ride up, exposing several inches of choice nyloned thigh. She saw his eyes drawn to the displaced hemline, coming to rest there, dwelling on her knees, smiling as he let himself admire those attractive legs. She made no move to correct the errant hem for Crissy was feeling loose by now, sort of dissolute; and terribly, terribly horny. She let one leg swing idly while she regarded the man over the rim of her glass.

“Why don’t you come over here?” he suggested. Without a word, she placed her glass on a low glass-topped table, stood up and crossed the thick carpet on stockinged feet to come to him, standing before his chair, looking down on him with a seductive smile playing across her lips.

“Come here,” he urged softly, reaching for her, pulling her down to perch in his lap. And she let herself be drawn to him, feeling limp and all soft and yielding. She squirmed a bit to get comfortable, and Sky felt the weight of her, the heat of her soft warm bottom shifting against his thighs, the feel of a solid hip pressed against his upright cock through the layers of his trousers, and the thin dress she wore.

He brought his left hand up, cupping her knee; his right came around her hip to move slowly up her flank feeling its way along her narrow waist. Crissy twisted in his lap and threw her arms around him. She let her head fall back, gasping through opened lips when she felt him bury his face in her hair and nuzzle there. Then he was working lower till his lips found the crook of her shoulder; he kissed her, let his tongue trail wetly up the side of her neck.

Sky inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh clean smell of her soft hair, the intoxicating scent of the delicate perfume she wore. He nibbled his way up along the side of her craning neck, and soon he had the healthy young blonde squirming hotly in his lap, arching back. A little whimper escaped her lips. She turned to offer him a kiss, her slightly-parted lips moist and receptive, her mouth hungry for his. And as they kissed, a deep soulful kiss, he moved the hand that rested on her leg upward, slipping it under the skirt to brush back the hem and uncover those golden honeyed legs.

Crissy thrilled to the feel of his big warm hand, a slow hand that began to stroke her thigh. She could already feel herself moistening, and she clenched her thighs at the delicious sensations that loving masculine hand left behind as it traveled up under her dress, savoring the satiny smoothness of her nyloned leg. She was kissing him with burgeoning passion, as the inquisitive hand moved steadily up her leg, till the fingers were exploring the elastic band at the top of her stocking. And then his fingertips traced lightly over the curve of her leg just beyond the stocking’s ridge, pausing to explore the band of silky skin along her damp inner thigh, as he followed the dipping curve of her panties’ elastic leg band.

By the time his exploring hand had found her sex, and he had the young blonde squirming in the heat of passion. Cupping her pantied mound, he slipped three joined fingers down to follow the clinging gusset. They curled up probe the soft folds of flesh he found there, right between her legs. Incredibly hot and bothered, Crissy was openly panting now, breathing heavily, as he slid the heel of his palm down the front of her panties. He heard her soft helpless moan in his ear when he began to palm the fleshy pad of her pubis through the thin silk, treating her vulva to a deep massage that soon had her hips writhing, as she arched back to rub sensuously against him like a big cat in heat.

She dropped a hand down to his lap to find, and cover, the tented outline of his full-blown erection. “Mmmmmm... Let’s go to bed, lover,” she breathed in his ear, giving his manhood an urgent, meaningful squeeze.

“Nooo, just a minute,” he croaked, his voice struggling for control. “I see you managed to find a pair of stockings,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. “Why don’t you stand up and model them for me?”

A little confused, and a bit woozy with passion, Crissy felt herself being drawn to her feet.

“Here. Stand beside the chair. Now, I want to see your legs. Lift your dress up.”

She stood where he put her, drunk with passion, staring down at him.

“Go on Crissy, show me those gorgeous legs of yours legs,” he urged softly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Then, apparently, deciding, she reached down for the hem of the dress, grabbing handfuls of the soft knit fabric, and hiking the material up to the top of her thighs.

“Higher.”

At first she was confused, reluctant, hesitant, unsure. But now those feelings gave way to a deep stirring of passion, that made her feel all buttery inside as the thought came to her that she wanted it too, wanted to show this man everything. Smiling at his obvious need, Crissy hauled the skirt up the last few inches to her waist, and stood there offering him the sight he seemed to want so badly: her pale young thighs, deliciously naked, framed between the fancy embroidery of the topbands of her stockings, and the curving lacy edge of the panties, the thin pink underpants that molded her mound. She knew she was wet. The tightly-drawn gusset was even now impregnated with the telltale stain of her arousal, a darkened patch of love dew, spreading upwards from the very apex of her crotch.

“Very pretty... very nice indeed,” he breathed in a voice thick with emotion. Crissy felt a shock of pleasure ripple through her at his sincere tribute to her feminine beauty.

He wanted her to see her expose herself to him; and he seemed content just to do no more than look. He didn’t reach out touch to her, much as she longed for his touch. Instead he let her stand there while he caressed her loins with nothing but his eyes, leisurely savoring the erotic sight of young Christina Whitney showing herself to him in such wanton, shameless display. She felt a flush of humiliation and warmth, standing there... like some whore! It was wildly, perversely thrilling; a feeling of being deliciously wickedly exposed, hot and randy. But now she wanted so terribly, was to get on with it. Burning with impatience from showing herself to him like this was driving her wild with lust.

“Seen enough?” she half-teased, eager to break the pose, to grab her man, to jump into bed.

“No..not yet..I want you turn around.” He smiled appealingly.

She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

“Go on, Crissy. Turn around and lift up the dress in back.”

Crissy gave an exasperated sigh, like an older sister indulging some hopeless boy in a silly game he so obviously wanted to play. Tingling with impatience, she did as he said, turning her back to him. Reaching back she gathered up two fistfuls of the dress at the back of her legs and worked the softly clinging fabric up to expose her pantied behind.

His eyes caressed the sleek lines of her nyloned legs and the snugly-banded thighs, so close that he could easily reach out and touch them and run his fingers up the smooth sinuous curve of an inner leg, but he did no such thing. Working his fists, he held back.

“Now spread your legs... and bend over. And pull your dress up... all the way. Lean forward, hands on your knees!” Crissy heard the barely concealed excitement crackling through his strained voice. She instinctively knew that displaying herself like this was a powerful turn-on for him, and that thought sent a shock of lust racing through her. She obligingly widened her stance, spreading her stockinged feet as she worked the dress up over her hips so that it layered the small of her back. Then she braced herself with hands on her knees and thrust back her butt.

He took in the tight-cheeked bottom she presented to him, neatly rounded twin contours, not quite contained by the tautly-drawn nylon panties so that the smiling undercurves peeked out below; the rear crack dimly visible through the tightly-stretched seat; the soft bulge of the underarch, plump, moist, furry and laden with promise.

The tempting sight was proving irresistible! She felt his hands at her hips, and began to straighten up, thinking he wanted her. She straightened half way up and started to turn, when he stopped her abruptly.

“No... stay like that!” he hissed, in an urgent whisper. It was more a desperate plea than an order.

Smiling to herself, Crissy settled back down, wiggling her hips in delight as she felt his hands firmly clasp her flanks. She had read somewhere that some men got really turned on by undressing their women. In the past, she always undressed for him, but this, this was something new. It excited her, for him to take down her panties.

At that was just what he proceeded to do. Pinching the narrow waistband at either hip, he peeled the thin underpants down over the jutting contours of the taut cheeks, easing them a little further when the sticky gusset got caught up in her crotch. He curled his fingers into the waistband, tightened his grip, and yanked the bunched nylon down till the twisted scrap was left hobbling her just above the knees.

Crissy raised her head, threw back her shoulders and took a deep breath. She stood with eyes closed, a dreamy expression on her lips, intensely aware of how she looked to him. Her back was deeply arched; dress up around her waist, displaced panties spanning her thighs, naked bottom on prominent display.

“Well, look at this!”

Crissy’s eyes flew wide open. Instantly, she bolted upright twisting around to look behind her. A framed figure stood in the doorway, clad all in black and silhouetted against the light. She yelped and spun around to find herself face to face with Katerina Lattimore, who stood with arms folded across her chest, booted feet set wide apart, studying the flustered girl with a look of haughty disdain.

The woman must have been watching them from the other room; watching …for how long? The thought sent a shiver through the shaken girl, who turned speechless to the seated Sky. He saw the quizzical look on her face, but said nothing. For his part, he remained calm, showing not the least surprise at the sudden appearance of the other woman. He just sat there, returning Crissy’s wide-eyed alarm with a placid smile of contentment on his lips. Was he secretly amused at her predicament?

“If it isn’t the little Barbie Doll from Cynthia’s,” Katerina’s voice was dripping with sarcasm as she took a step toward the bewildered girl. Crissy, flushing with embarrassment, kept her eyes lowered while she hastily set to rightening her disheveled clothes. “Such a cute little whore, wagging her ass like that. A regular prick teaser! Seems our Barbie Doll is nothing but a common slut.!” A horny little slut that likes to play games with the boys.

“You... you!” Crissy finally managed to stammer out while struggling to tug them up her panties with one hand.

“NO!” Katerina barked, slapping the hand away. “You’ll leave them there, Barbie. Show us what a little whore you are!”

Crissy recoiled in shocked alarm, shaking her head, struck speechless. Frightened and confused, she shot a pleading look at Sky, who only sat there smiling in hateful complacency.

Wildly frantic, the terrified girl bolted for the door, legs still hobbled by her displaced underpants. But the other woman was too quick for her, and grabbing her wrist in an iron grip, neatly twisting her arm around behind her as she stepped up to force one leg between the struggling girl’s. In an instant, she had her victim immobilized in a wrestler’s hold, one that threatened the least movement with a sudden stab of pain.

“Let me go!” the frantic blonde shrieked, yelping a desperate plea, stretching up on her toes and arching back against the stronger woman who had forced her arm up an extra notch. The searing ache of added pain was a warning -- she’d be wise to cease her fruitless struggle.

“Hold still, you little whore,” Katerina hissed in her ear, “You’re going to get what you deserve.”

“Sky... please,” she cried plaintively, through teeth clenched against the pain.

“Now, Kat! Take it easy,” he ordered calmly.

Crissy immediately felt the pressure ease, and turned to her rescuer, grateful for his intercession. But his next words showed that her sense of relief had been premature.

“Katerina is quite insistent once she makes up her mind, you know. She says you should be punished for being such a bad girl.” He tsked, the pause to let that sink in, a thin smile playing along the edges of his lips. And then: “And I’m afraid I must agree with her,” he added in mock defeat. Not much we can do once Katerina here has made up her mind. Now come to daddy and we’ll get started?”

“No, let me goooo!!!”

“Humm…You just don’t understand do you? See, here’s the thing Crissy. Kat thinks you should be spanked; so do I. And so before you get out of here, you’re going to get a spanking, one way or the other,” he sighed. “The only question is: are you going to come over here and lay down over daddy’s lap, like a good little girl, or does Kat here have to persuade you? Kat can be very persuasive you know?” the woman behind her tightened her menacing grip.

Crissy shrunk back against the lean hardness of the taller woman, her clear, frightened eyes widening in disbelief. She could only shake her head, shocked speechless by the outrageous words she was hearing!

“But why do you want to... sp-spank me?” she managed to sputter out in an incredulous tone.

Sky looked up at the distraught girl, his eyes thoughtful, reflective. At last, he nodded.

“Because that ass of yours is just so damned cut, simply cries out for spanking. Come now, what’s so terrible about it? “ He was reasoning with her, as though he were talking to a child. “Are you going to tell me that none of your little boyfriends ever took a swat at that sexy butt of yours before?”

Crissy stood with eyes downcast, and slowly, silently, she shook her head.

“Well, then... no time like the present!”

“Noooooo!” Crissy moaned a desperate plea, as Katerina renewed her grip and propelled her forward, shoving the struggling girl so hard she tumbled down over the seated man’s lap.

Now the agitated girl was growing more desperate, flailing her limbs wildly in a mighty effort to get up. She twisted and turned, legs dangling down one side, inverted head over the other; her hair falling forward to partially shield her face. And through the veil of those hanging blond tresses, she saw those high-heeled boots take a step closer. A hand pressed down on the small of her back, decisively pinning her in place as she flopped and wriggled helplessly across the man’s spread thighs.

“Unngh! You’re crazy! Let me goooo!”

WHAP!

“Yeeeech,” the frantic girl shrieked as she felt the impact of the punishing hand that came down to deliver a solid smack to her skirted behind. Her butt clenched and she whimpered, as with extra effort the anxious girl forced herself to lay still, body held rigidly tense.

“No... noooo, please, Sky, please.”

“Stop that sniveling,” Katerina snapped. She leaned over to purr in Crissy’s ear: “Looks like Barbie Doll’s been a naughty little girl. Too bad. Daddy’s gonna have to spank our princesses’ precious little bottom to teach her a lesson.”

Crissy disheveled dress had ridden up in her struggles so that the seated man had only to elevate her loins a bit by raising his knees. Then he could reach between them and free the material, to continue working dress all the way up over her hips. She felt her behind being uncovered as the hem was drawn up the back of her stockinged legs, her panties being exposed. The full truth of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks -- she was in the hands of a couple of sex-crazed perverts! And now she was about to be spanked! Like a little girl! While that bitch got her jollies by watching the whole thing!

The outrageous thought was interrupted by a second jarring whack, as the cupped hand smacked the seat of her panties.

WHAP!

At the sudden impact of the big cupped hand that smacked her behind, the blond girl yelped, her body recoiled, shoulders jacking up, legs shooting out behind. He waited till her body became limp once again lying over his lap. Then he cupped and held her little cheeks with both hands, sliding the slippery panties all over her twin mounds. When he began again, it was alternating rhythm, smacking one side then the other, hard crisp smacks that had the girl yelping after each slap. She wriggled helplessly in his lap; a hand shot back to protect her vulnerable rear-end, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and held it tight, while his right hand continued its methodical slapping.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Without pause, that punishing male hand came down solidly on Crissy’s pantied behind, walloping her taut little rear-cheeks that flattened and bounded back at each impact. The girl was yelping and struggling furiously, kicking up her heels, and trying to squirm away. But his left hand came back to press flatly on the small of her back, pinning her even more firmly in place.

WHAP!

“Will, you behave now?” the man asked menacingly, punctuating his question with a short crisp smack. It was a redundant gesture since the girl had already stopped struggling, but Sky felt the need to reinforce his will.

WHAP!

Her punished buttocks tightened, cringed in fear, as the frightened blonde acquiesced, dumbly nodding her inverted head. At that, the hand that pinned her in place eased up and left her. The tension went out of her body and she lay slack, panting, her bottom smarting. From upside down, she saw the hateful woman stride over to take a nearby chair from which she could better watch the show. The black-trousered legs crossed, one booted foot swinging easily as she settled back to enjoy herself.

Now Crissy was being shifted in his lap once again, lifted like a rag doll, as Sky’s hands came up under her and found the front of her panties. Curling his fingers in the waistband, he hauled the twisted scrap of nylon down to her knees, baring Crissy’s smarting bottom to their eyes.

“Look at this, Kat! Didn’t I tell you? A perfect little ass! Isn’t it pretty?” he murmured, his splayed hand easily cupped Crissy’s small buttocks. The hand moved in a loving caress sliding up and down the twin symmetrical curves, till the warmth of that gentle caress brought a tiny whimper from the inverted blond head. He let his hand rest there, lightly but possessively, tapping her taut cheeks, while she waited tensely. Taking her tight-cheeked young bottom in his a large hand, he squeezed the cheeks together, till Crissy’s shoulders jerked up as she arched back, sucking in a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth. His fingers curled in, the nails digging in till he could grab a handful of ass, which he squeezed and mauled roughly, while the girl wiggled in his lap. He slapped her butt, then spaced each slap with a caress, alternately rubbed and massaged and fondled Crissy’s firm little rump, till he had her squirming with growing excitement, all the while making little whimpers from deep down in her throat.

Crissy was getting hot in spite of herself, her body responding to the humiliating position she had been forced into, keenly aware of how she must look to them; of the woman who sat in rapt silence while she was punished; of the man looking down on her blushing ass offered up for punishment by his masterful hands. It sent shivers of delight through her. And the feel of that warm masculine hand holding her by her throbbing bottom, was simply heavenly. She couldn’t help the lustful stirrings that rose up in her healthy young body. Sky kept up his slow, languid playing with Crissy’s bottom, waiting till he had the girl twisting uncontrollably, caught in the heat of rising passion, then he struck again and again in rapid.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

He was spanking her harder now, hauling back, to fully wallop that those tight cheeks, testing their bouncy resiliency, as the flattened mounds sprang back and quivered after each open-handed slap. Soon he had the girl gyrating wildly, bouncing, hollering, and yelped continuously, kicking up her heels, and scissoring her legs in a frantic blur.

Through it all, the regal Katerina sat motionless with legs crossed, booted foot swinging slowly. She watched the punishment being meted out without emotion, the hard lines of her face set in stone. But a careful observer would have noted that her hands, the sharp blood-red talons at her fingertips, were curling under as she gripped the arms of the chair in white-knuckled intensity. Her hard black eyes had narrowed, and she seemed poised to strike, leaning forward in yet another subtle sign of her growing arousal. Those intense eyes, and the repeated moistening of her lips as the tongue passed rapidly over those slightly opened lips, showed how her passions were stirred by the erotic scene unfolding before her.

Sky, on the other hand was enjoying himself mightily, smiling to himself, as he savored the feel of smacking those delightfully bouncy rear-cheeks. His grin widened to see the tight mounds, dancing, juddering under his repeated slaps. Now he had fallen into a steady cadence, spanking those hardened cheeks methodically, as the girl was now clenching them instinctively in anticipation of each stinging slap.

And so he paused, admiring the heaving, reddened mounds, waiting while she tightened her cowering rear-cheeks. The shallow indentations on the sides hollowed out as the muscles of her butt clenched. The crack narrowed to a tight slit; the girl steeling herself to receive the next slap. He held his hand, and in a moment he smiled as the contracted butt muscles begin to slacken. Then his cupped hand swung decisively.

WHAP!

“YEE... OUCH!” Crissy screeched, her limbs shooting out, body straightening into a rigid line at the vehement smack. She twisted frantically, trying to escape, and this time he surprised her by letting her go. She spilled to the floor, and lay gasping for breath, tears welling up in her big blue eyes.

For the longest time no one spoke; the only sound in the quiet room was the muffled sobs and sniffles of the recently chastised girl, who lay turned halfway on one side, a long hank of blond hair fallen down over her face, one arm flung out, one leg extended, the other knee raised. She closed her eyes and lay there, panting, letting her breathing even out. The tangled dress fell in a slovenly angle across her thighs, allowing an unhindered view of the girl’s smarting, blushing buttocks. But Crissy was beyond all caring, the stinging in her butt had settled into a deep throbbing ache. She reached back to rub her hurting ass, groaned, and half-rolled onto her belly, letting her sprawled legs fall apart as far as the hobbling panties in a gesture that galvanized Katerina, bringing her instantly on her feet.

With a single bound, she was standing over the fallen girl. Then she stepped in between her legs and quite deliberately set a booted toe on the rounded curve of that freshly-punished behind, prodding, and getting only a tiny groan from her victim. She pressed downward, flattening the pliable rump, digging the pointed toe of her boot deep into the butt crack. Sky watched fascinated as Katerina moved the booted foot, its tip buried in the girl’s bottom, till the tip was at the under arch, grazing the lips of her exposed vagina, tickling the pale pink folds nestled in a soft down of fine blond hairs, while Crissy lay whimpering under her booted foot. The toe teased her there, paused, nudged the lips apart. He watched as the toe of the boot was slowly inserted into the young woman’s sex. Sky watched that cunt open, yielding as Katerina jiggled the toe into the young woman’s body. Crissy moaned.

“Unnh... Unnh... Unnh,” the girl uttered; a staccato of tiny grunts made with each poke of the wicked boot.

The girl lay with her cheek pressed to the carpeted floor, feeling the demanding press of the hard leather tip at her labia; the insistence of the intruding booted toe that diddled her shamelessly till she couldn’t help squirming upward on the carpeted floor. The intimate probing excited her wildly, flooding her with strange feelings. She had never felt so humiliated, so used, so vulnerable, so incredibly, totally, wildly sexy.

“She’s wet!” crowed the booted woman, wedging the impertinent toe into the gaping cunt while Crissy slithered up on the rug like a fish out of water. “A regular little lake!”

“Turn over, you little whore!” the commanding woman hissed, stabbing at her sex with the pointed boot.

Crissy rolled over onto her back and felt a searing flame as her tender bottom scraped the carpet. Her eyes flew open to look up at the black-clad woman who loomed over her. Gazing through half-lidded eyes at the menacing figure in those tall high-heeled boots, she slowly brought her legs together; clenching her thighs.

“No you don’t! Keep those legs open, like the whore you are!” Katerina demanded, nosing the intruding toe firmly right up between her victim’s thighs. Now she rested the tip of the sole on the cusp of Crissy’s blond pubic mound, and started making slow lazy circles there with the pointed boot while pressing, not too hard, but definitely; pressing into the soft fleshy pad beneath her foot. Again the wicked boot fiddled with her labia, pressed the petals open, thrust into the cunt so hard, that Crissy threw back her head, and grunted through clenched teeth. With a final poke of disgust, her tormentor extracted the toe and moved the booted foot up her body to place the tip right on her chin.

“See how wet my little Barbie doll is?” The toe inched upward to press her lower lip. “Lick it!” the imperious brunette hissed.

Sky, who was watching the two women with a burgeoning arousal that threatened to break through his control, was always afraid that his insatiable companion would one day go too far. And now he watched expectantly, convinced that the new girl would refuse this further degradation. But for yet another time, he found himself amazed at the surety of Katerina’s instincts, for the young blonde didn’t shake her head, lips pressed tight in refusal; nor did she utter a single word of protest. Instead, as he waited with bated breath, Katerina’s latest conquest slowly, incredibly, raised her head up off the floor and obediently extended her tongue to touch the tip to the hardened point of the boot that pressed persistently at her parted lips.

He looked at Katerina, saw the preening smile of elation that curled her lips, the half-sneer of triumph that announced that she was well-pleased with herself.

“Yesss...lick them clean, Barbie Doll. Taste yourself, you filthy little whore!”

Crissy slid her tongue over the cool leather, tasting the tangy, slightly salty taste of her own sexual juices. She licked mindlessly, doing what she was told in blind obedience, submissively licking her mistress’ boot. She felt her humiliation; knew she was being made to obey. An incredible thrill, a surge of raw sexual energy electrified her as she became acutely aware of how she must look in the perverse situation. A dull ache of rutting lust came up from her loins to grip her with its terrible power.