Sunday, July 24, 2011

Serial Saturday NORTHWEST HUNTERS Book Two, Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15:  A Subpoena to Testify

The week passed quickly.  Over and over Junie fought the impulse to beg her Master for his answer.  She wrote to Tammi and her sons.  Nearly every day she exchanged notes with Monica, little everyday messages about books, movies, how the baby she was caring for was growing, how the puppies were growing up.
The small, flat-screen television Junie ordered online came in, along with a DVD player.  Junie discretely installed it in her sewing room and started up a membership in a by-mail video rental club. 
Junie finished her corset and gasped as her Mistress laced her up tight into it.  Junie was torn between loving the image in the mirror and the shallow-breathed agony at being forced into an unnatural hourglass shape.  Her large breasts looked huge as they were forced up and out by the shelf bra she had built into the complex, confining garment.  She looked in the mirror and squeaked in a shallow breathless voice, “Oh my god, I have a waist, take a picture quick before I faint.”
Donna laughed and said, “I can see why these things are used by Dom’s around the world.  They look hot and it’s torture just to wear one.”
Junie tried to laugh and then squeaked, “I’ll get to work on yours first thing tomorrow morning.”

Junie’s phone rang and, when she checked to see who would be calling her, she was surprised to see Agent Durant’s name on her screen.  A little pang of worry about Monica shot through her. 
As soon as she answered, she blurted out, “Is Monica all right?”
Agent Durant’s voice was all business, “Ms. Thomas, Junie, I am not calling to talk with you about Monica.  The judge assigned to the case in Oregon has ruled that she will not accept your deposition regarding how the knife was found in your car.  We are going to need you to testify.”
Junie’s heart sank, “Testify?  You mean like in court?”  Even as she said the words she knew how stupid it sounded.
“Yes, ma’am, the judge ruled that the defense has the right to challenge your statement.  It’s the law that any accused criminal has the right to face his accusers and have the opportunity to defend himself.”
“He’ll be there?  They’ll ask me about… about…the picture and me doing those foolish things online?”  Junie’s voice shook, all her old fears roaring back.  Almost unaware that she was pacing, she roamed her room like a caged animal trying to find a route to escape.  It took her a minute to realize he was still talking.  Over the buzzing in her ears, his voice was just another noise.  He was saying something about a subpoena and court dates.  Junie looked at the phone and turned it off and carefully put it away in her purse.
Her mind was still buzzing with panic, but her steps were determined.  She walked quickly out to the garage and, sitting down, gathered the puppies into her lap.  Holding Happy close, she crooned and rocked.

Donna found her there, whispering to the puppy.  “Junie, I have been looking all over for you.  Agent Durant called me.  He said he was talking with you and the connection was broken and you didn’t answer when he tried to call back.  He’s a little worried about you.”
Junie’s voice was choked, “I don’t care.  I won’t do it.  Please don’t make me do it.”
Donna stood looking down at her for a while, a soft worried frown on her face.  Finally she sat down next to Junie and picked up a puppy and began to pet the squirming little bundle of yellow fur.  She spoke softly, “I’m sorry, Junie, but if they subpoena you, you have to go.  I can’t protect you from that.”
Junie began to plead, “They’ll ask me questions, ask me about Sir James and… and…”  Junie’s voice broke, “I won’t do it.  I can’t.” 
“Sweet, sweet girl, how do you think Monica is going to do what she has to do?  They want to talk to you about finding a knife in your car.  Monica will have to go over every detail of the horrible things that man did to her.  You want her to be brave.  Don’t you think you should be brave, too?”
A tiny sob shook Junie, “I guess so, Ma’am.”
“Come on back to the house and we’ll call Agent Durant back and find out what we need to do.  He said a representative will be coming out to serve the subpoena and they’ll tell us more about when we need to go to Portland.”
“We?  You mean you would go with me?”
“Sweet, silly Junie girl, I am your Mistress and your lawyer.  You don’t think I would allow you to go alone?”
Junie pressed her lips together, “If Monica can do it, so can I.”
“Good girl.”

It was only four days later when Donna called Junie up from her sewing room.  She  was relieved to see that one of the people sitting at the kitchen table was Agent Gold, next to him was a small African American woman with very short hair and large gold earrings busily sorting out some papers that were arranged in front of her on the table.  Donna was making a pot of coffee.  Bob stood in the kitchen next to Donna.  Junie moved to put the counter between her and the table.  Agent Gold smiled and spoke up, “Ms. Thomas, it’s good to see you again.  How have you been?”
Junie forced herself to smile back and replied stiffly, “I’m fine.  How are you?”  Unconsciously she took a step closer to her Master, almost hiding behind him.
Agent Gold blinked, and turned to the woman, “Ms. Thomas, let me introduce Ms. Lurleena Benson.  She’s an assistant district attorney with the prosecutor’s office in Portland.  She’s here to formally serve you with a subpoena and will talk to you about what you’ll need to do.”
The woman looked up from her papers and spoke briskly, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Thomas.  We have only a few papers to go over and sign.  Currently, the trial is scheduled to start on October 15.  At this time, we don’t know exactly what days you will be called to testify.”
Junie nodded fearfully.
Donna interrupted, “Do you know how long Junie will be expected to be in Oregon?”
The lawyer frowned, “Ma’am, it is nearly impossible to say.  It depends on the line of defense Sam Card’s defense team decides to make.  At this point, he’s only been charged in the case against Ms. Monica Bond, kidnapping, sexual assault, assault with a deadly weapon, and attempted murder.”  The little dark skinned woman continued to frown, “You’re acting as Junie’s lawyer?”
Donna nodded, “Yes, I am.”
“Could I talk to you privately?”
Donna nodded briskly, “Why don’t we take a walk down by the lake.”
Junie watched the two women walk out the front door and move down across the lawn.  She looked up at Bob and then at Agent Gold.  “What do they need to talk about that I can’t hear?”  Her voice vibrated with panic and anxiety.
Agent Gold looked uncomfortable and looked at Bob.  Her Master put his hand on her shoulder, “I don’t know, Junie, but you need to trust Donna.  Remember she will always do what’s best for you.  Trust us, Junie.”

When they were down by the water Donna turned to the District attorney, “What’s up?”
“Ms. Campbell, both Agent Durant and Agent Gold have spoken to me about Ms. Thomas’s problems with anxiety.  I don’t want to panic her if it is unnecessary.  There is a possibility that Sam Card’s defense team is going to try and bring out the sexual history of Monica, and perhaps Junie, into the trial.  They’re going to try to say that the relationships between Sam Card and both women were consensual.  We’re fighting that now in motions.  Even if it was a consensual relationship that doesn’t excuse the things he did to Ms. Bond.  I believe it’s a strategy to try to frighten the women away from testifying.”
Donna nodded, “Yes, I see, if Junie knew about this, she may very well panic.  She was dealing with panic attacks only a few weeks ago.  She’s made a lot of progress in just a short time.  I would hate to see her fall back.”
“If this line of defense is going to be allowed, she will need a lot of coaching and support.  So will Ms. Bond.  Agent Durant has mentioned that she and Junie have become pen pals.  That may work for us and it may work against us.  Do you know if either of them has spoken about their experiences regarding Sam Card with the other?”
Donna nodded, “I’ve read all the letters that Junie and Monica have exchanged and their emails as well.  There have been some very general references to Monica’s medical condition and about how they’ve been feeling emotionally.  But neither has talked in detail about the crimes.  I still have all those communications.”
“Good, I’ll need to have those and any more that may occur.  I don’t want Ms. Thomas or Ms. Bond to communicate privately.  I want you to be privy to all future communications.  I may need to subpoena you and these communications, if the defense team tries to infer that these two witnesses may have been colluding with each other.  As long as they don’t talk about the specific crimes, I think it will be okay for them to continue to communicate.  Hopefully, they can support each other through this.”
“That won’t be a problem.  In those communications, Junie does make very general references to the fact that she’s in a BDSM sexual relationship with me and my husband.  Do you think that will be a problem?”
The little lawyer looked worried, “I hope not.”  She looked at Donna with a tired, exasperated expression, “This would be so much easier without all this stuff.  Don’t get me wrong.  We all have our kinks, and I would be the last one to point fingers, but for just once I wish things could be simpler.  I just worry how much this will distract a jury from the real facts.  That man carved Monica up like a Christmas turkey.  She came within inches of dying.  I could care less what the kink was.  He was trying to kill her.  And god knows how many other women he has killed.  If we can get a conviction here, then we’ll have all the time in the world to build those other cases against him.  Then, hopefully, someone will put a needle in his arm.  God knows, I’m not a big fan of capital punishment but I think, in this case, I will not object.  This is one person that needs to die.”  The little dark skinned woman held out her hand to Donna, “I hope we can work together to get this guy put away where he belongs.  Let’s just pray that we can keep this thing from going sour.  I’ll be in frequent contact with you letting you know how motions are going.  If the judge lets them use that consensual line of defense, we’ll need to prepare both Junie and Monica for that.  I’ll want to have Junie come to Portland and go over her responses to that line of questioning.  The district attorney’s office will pay for all travel expenses of course.”
Donna took her hand and shook it, “Of course.”

When they walked into the house Junie was glassy eyed with nervousness, wiping at the counter over and over with a damp rag.  She looked up as the two women came through the door and a shudder ran through her.  Donna looked at her sharply, her voice was suddenly cool and crisp, “Junie, do you trust me?”
Junie flinched and nodded convulsively, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“District attorney Benson and I were discussing some possible lines of questioning that you may need to deal with but, until we are sure exactly what is going to happen, I’ve decided to not talk with you about them.  I’ve decided that there’s no reason to worry about something that may not happen.  I promise that as soon as I know for sure what is going to happen, I’ll talk to you about it.  Until then, I am commanding you to do your best to calm yourself.”
Junie swayed and gripped the edge of the counter, “I don’t know if I can.”
“That’s why I said for you to do your best.  Failure will not be disobedience if you’re trying.”
Both Agent Gold and the district attorney were carefully ignoring the conversation.  Junie suddenly realized that they were there and shot Donna an alarmed and embarrassed look, her pale face suddenly blossoming red.  Donna laughed, “Junie, everyone here is aware of the nature of our relationship.  I see no reason to hide things now, especially when you need firm direction.”  Donna looked at Junie, her eyes sharp and measuring.  “You need it now, don’t you?”
Junie felt herself almost involuntarily slow and calm.  Her mouth quivered as a tiny smile fought with the expression of terror that had frozen her features.  “Yes, Ma’am, I do.”
“Good girl.  Now I want you to come over, sit down at the table, and sign whatever papers they need you to sign.”

The month of July was drawing to a close.  The puppies were weaned and set free to roam around the yard a great deal of the time with Junie officially assigned as their shepherd.  She found herself continually diverting them from chewing up all the landscaping and was worn out a lot of the time from running after one or another of the little vandals, diverting them out of the garden, or from chewing on nearly everything around them.  For the first time, she began to think to herself that she would be happy to see them on their way to their new homes.
As each buyer came to pick up their puppy, Junie was kept busy keeping the house spotless, the yard perfect, and the kennel clean and neat.  Finally, the only puppy left was Happy.  Junie lavished her attention on the little girl puppy, bringing her into the house and working on house training her.  It was everything she could do to honor her Master’s direction to not ask about what his decision was.  She kept telling herself that Happy was still here, that meant he had not decided to sell the puppy to anyone else.
Over dinner Donna spoke up, “Junie, you have done an amazing job trusting your Master and me.  You have not asked about the puppy one time.  I know that it’s been weighing on your mind.”
Junie held herself in check, waiting with her breath held.  She found herself quivering in nervous waiting.  Donna continued, “Have you spoken to Monica about the puppy?”
Junie swallowed, “I talk about Happy.  I tell her what a good puppy she is.  I’ve sent her pictures, but I haven’t asked her if she would like to have her.”
“Good girl.  Do you still want to do this?  Do you still want to try and give Happy to Monica?”
“Oh yes, Ma’am, it would be so wonderful.  I just know they were meant to be together.”
“Well I have very strong personal beliefs that it’s wrong to give puppies as gifts, so I’ll have to be there when you talk to Monica about wanting her to have Happy.”
Junie could not help but squeal and interrupt, “We’re going?  We’re going to see Monica?”
Donna laughed and held up her hand.  “Calm yourself, girl.  Yes, we’re going to Portland.  Your Master and I have decided that I’ll drive you down.  He’ll stay here and take care of the dogs and the house.  We will go see Monica.  If she decides that having a dog is a commitment she can make, you can give her the puppy.  If not, we’ll bring Happy home and then find another family for her.  You have to be ready for that.”
Junie did not even think, “Oh yes, Ma’am.”  A wildly excited grin lit up her face and she was practically dancing in her chair with excitement.
Donna’s face did not match Junie’s glee.  “We’ll also be stopping by the District Attorney’s offices in Portland.  We’ll need to go over your testimony with them.” 
Junie froze, all her excitement gone, a wave of dread going over her.  “You’ve heard from Ms. Benson.”
“Yes, Junie, I’ve been talking with her on the phone almost every day the last few weeks.  The district attorney’s office was trying very hard to keep certain lines of questioning out of the trial, but it looks like you’re going to need to be prepared for just about anything.”
“Anything?”  Junie’s voice quavered.
Bob’s voice was a growl, “Junie, you will trust your Mistress.  You will obey your Mistress completely while you are away from me.”
Junie looked at Bob and Donna wildly and nodded struggling to control the panic that was surging through her.  She started to stand up and then sat back down.  Her breathing was getting hard to control, coming in short tiny gasps that seemed to have no oxygen in them.  Slipping from her chair, Junie crept to kneel at her Masters’ feet.  Her voice as strangled, “Help me.  Please, I want to obey, but I don’t know how.  Please, help me.”
Bob reached down and lifted Junie’s face up to look at him.  “For now, it will be simple.  And so that you become more accustomed to looking to Donna for support and direction, I am going to have her take you a lot deeper in your submission to her.  Are you willing to do that for us, Junie?  Will you let us control you completely?”
A wave of relief rolled over Junie, “Oh yes, Master.”
Donna spoke up, “Junie, until it is time for us to leave I will require you to strip and be naked.  You are forbidden to speak unless directly questioned.  You will need to depend on me for even the most basic of your needs.  Do not ask to use the bathroom.  You will pee or shit when I decide.  You will eat what, and when, I decide.  You will sleep when, and where, I decide.  You will obey me completely.”
Junie remained kneeling and didn’t speak.  Her eyes were huge as she looked up at Donna and then Bob.
Bob knelt and stroked her face.  “Do not forget I am your Master but, for now, it will all flow through your Mistress.  It will give you the help that you begged for.  Look to your Mistress.”
Junie nodded and turned her eyes to Donna, uncertain what to do.  Slowly she began to remove her clothes and when she saw the approval in her Mistress’s eyes she quickly stripped off all her clothing.  Donna nodded, “If you are not directly obeying a command, you will kneel at my feet.  I’m pleased to see you’re already remembering to obey by not speaking.”  Donna placed Junie’s half eaten meal on the floor in front of her.  “Finish this and then go clean up after our meal.” 
Junie looked for some utensils and seeing none carefully began to pick up the food with her fingers and ate delicately licking her sticky fingers off after she was finished.  When she began to rise to start cleaning, Donna spoke sharply.  “Your plate is not clean enough.  Lick it off, Junie.”  When Junie picked up the plate, Donna made a sharp negating growl and Junie froze.  “No hands, Junie.  Lean over and lick it off.”  Junie felt a wave of embarrassment as she ran her tongue over the stoneware dish, licking up every last crumb and drop of sauce.  Her hair hung down into the food and she could tell that there was some salad dressing getting on it.  When she was finished she rocked back on her knees and looked at her Mistress, waiting for her approval. 
Bob stood and stretched, “It looks like you have things under control here.  I’ll take the dogs out for their walk.” 
Donna looked at Junie’s plate and grunted, “Good enough.  Go ahead, clean up this place.”
Junie hurried through her task and quickly knelt at Donna’s feet, waiting.  She still felt a deep background storm of anxiety, held only at bay by the fragile dam of her commitment to obey her Mistress.  Donna looked down at her.  “Junie, you will wait here.  Do not move until I return.” 
When Donna returned, she had Junie hold her hair up and out of the way as she buckled a leather dog collar around Junie’s neck.  She attached a leash to the collar and pulled up sharply on the leash forcing Junie’s face up towards hers.  When Junie tried to rise, thinking that she was being prompted to stand, Donna barked, “No, I did not tell you to stand, girl.  You will not do anything unless expressly commanded to do it.  Keep kneeling.  Look at me.”
Junie nervously licked her lips and looked up at her Mistress.  Donna spoke, “Junie, we are going to go pack for our trip.  We will pack my clothes first.”  Donna grinned bitterly.  “Lucky for us I still have a lot my awful lawyer clothes.”  When Junie tried to stand again Donna jerked on the leash forcing her back down.  “Crawl, girl, you will only walk once I tell you to stand.”  Junie scrambled along on her hands and knees behind Donna as she walked to her room. 
Donna pointed wordlessly at a spot near the foot of the bed.  Once Junie was kneeling, Donna touched her lips and pushed the leather handle of the leash into Junie’s mouth.  “Hold this for me.”  Junie obediently held the leash in her teeth, the chain dangling down between her breasts, watching as her Mistress began to lay out her clothes.  As she went through her drawers and closet, Donna idly commented, “It is sure nice to have everything clean and put away so neatly.  Junie, you really do a good job taking care of me.”  Junie felt a soft balm of comfort.  Donna continued, “Trust me to take care of you now, Junie.”  After Donna finished packing her bag, she took the leash from Junie’s mouth and headed down the stairs, Junie crawling behind.
Again, Junie held the leash in her teeth as she watched as Donna lay out a selection of her clothing, ranging from her dressiest little black dress, to a couple of nice looking slacks and blouses, even including her corset.  Donna grinned, “Just because this is a business trip, it doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun, girl.  Speaking of fun, I need to remember to pack some toys.”

Once Junie’s things were packed, Donna led her into the bathroom and pointed at the toilet, “Go.”  Junie quickly sat and peed, but when she reached for the toilet paper Donna made the same negative grunt and Junie snatched her hand back.  “Remember, girl, only what I say.”  Junie blushed miserably as Donna took some paper and wiped her clean.  Again Donna pointed at the floor and, when Junie was kneeling, she pressed the handle of the leash to her lips.  Junie obediently took the leather between her teeth.  “Wait here.”
Junie knelt alone, her mind a soft fog of emotions, but everything seemed muted.  The anxiety was there but it was like a background noise now.  It seemed that all her attention was focused on listening for Donna’s step, waiting for her return.  She had a simple single thought.  ‘Yes, wait here.’
Donna had the familiar pitcher of enema solution in her hands when she returned.  She got out the enema bag and spoke softly, her words simple and short, “Turn around.  Face on the floor.”
Junie felt almost graceful as she spun and laid her cheek on the clean cool tiles; she noticed her hands lay soft and open, palm up.  It was like parts of her were gradually turning off.  She was becoming increasingly aware of her Mistress; her senses were intensely focused on her Mistress’s slightest movement and change of expression, and her words were irresistible.  But it was like everything else was switching off.  There was a stillness and silence inside her that she had never experienced before.  She felt amazingly peaceful.
At the same time, she felt very in touch with her body.  She could feel each breath as she took it and the warm liquid in her belly seemed to fill her with a pressure and a deep, almost pleasant, aching sensation.  When Donna prompted her to sit and release the fluid from her bowels, she did so with a happy sigh of relief.  The feeling of emptying her bowels matched, and somehow emphasized, the sense of peace.  She smiled softly and looked at her Mistress, waiting.
“Stand up and walk into the shower, Junie.”  As Donna scrubbed her clean, she continued to speak.  “I have plans for you this evening.  I must sleep so I will be rested for the drive tomorrow.  But, before I go to bed, I will be giving you a task to endure.  It is my intention to keep you awake and tire you out.  I want you pushed to the edge before we leave tomorrow.  Your Master will be here to monitor you so you will not be alone.”
Donna led Junie into the playroom on her hands and knees.  She had her kneel on a thin pad in the center of the room and put a blindfold on.  Junie felt her wrists being put into her familiar leather cuffs and then clipped together behind her back.  “Spread your knees out girl.”  Junie felt ropes tied around her thighs, just above her knees, and then a bar tied against her legs, keeping her knees spread wide.  There was the sound of a pulley and Junie felt her hands being lifted up behind her back, forcing her to bend over at the waist.  For the first time she heard her Master’s voice.  “Junie, is that too tight on your shoulders?” 
Junie had to pause for a minute to find the words, her voice already feeling odd in her ears. “No, Sir.”
“While you are not allowed to speak, it is not disobedience to use your safe words if you need to.”
Junie felt lubrication being applied to her anus and then fingers moving in and out.  Oddly, she had not felt at all aroused all evening, just calm, quiet, and peaceful.  The sensation of the fingers fucking her was odd and she felt only a soft stirring.  Bob’s voice was a soft distant rumble, thunder in the distance.  “Junie, you have permission to be aroused.  I want you to come for me as often as you can.  You may not speak, but you may cry out with your passion.”  His other hand reached down between her legs and began to lightly stroke her cleft.  Junie sighed and began to rock her hips, her breasts swaying as they hung down, feeling herself warm and moisten as her tissues began to engorge with blood.  The fingers in her ass moved regularly, thrusting in and out; soft moans of pleasure began to make her lips quiver.
A soft cry of dismay broke from Junie’s lips as his hands left her, but then she sighed when she felt something probing and pushing deep into her cunt.  It was clearly a dildo and she pushed back against it, making soft needy cries.  When she heard the familiar click and whir of the fucking machine, Junie froze and gave a soft cry of dread.  “Yellow light.  Oh god, yellow light.”
The machine was instantly turned off.  Donna’s voice was soft, “Tell us what you need, Junie.” 
“Please, Mistress; don’t leave me alone with that thing.  Please, just have your hand on me somewhere so I know you’re there.  I can do it if I can feel your touch.”
“Your Master will be here with you, Junie.  You won’t be alone.  He will touch you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.  Oh, thank you.”
Donna’s hand was cool against her lips.  “Hush, girl, remember your instructions.  No more words from you.”
Junie kissed passionately at the fingers against her mouth and quivered as she felt the machine turn on again, the dildo sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt.  It was moving slowly, but there was an irresistible power behind it.  She groaned in apprehension and then felt a wave of relief when she felt Bob’s hand touch her face.  She felt him pulling up a chair and sitting down at her face, pulling her head to rest in his lap, his fingers stroking her face and hair.  Without any other stimulus, beyond the endless rhythmic thrusting of the machine she was attached to, Junie’s excitement was slow to build.  She found herself kissing at her Master’s fingers and then trying to suck at them, soft hungry whimpers communicating to him her need.
When she heard him unzip his pants she made a happy sound, and reached with her lips and tongue, eager to take him deep into her mouth.  Inhaling his scent with a deep groan of satisfaction, Junie held him gently in her mouth, not wanting him to leave.  Softly, with the most feathery light of touches, she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock and then took him deep into her throat until she could not help but gag.  She forced herself to hold him there, her throat closing around the tip of his cock, her eyes watering behind her blindfold.  Slowly she began to move up and down his cock, perfectly matching the slow inexorable plunges of the dildo in her cunt.  She could feel something big forming slowly inside her; it felt like a storm building on a late summer afternoon.  Soft electric tingles were crawling along the skin of her legs; she could feel her cunt tightening and pulling at the dildo as it slid in and out of her.  Junie was in no hurry.  She knew that she wasn’t in control of this; it was in control of her.  She relaxed and let her attention focus on her Master’s cock filling her mouth, only dimly aware of the soft rhythmic moans that seemed to be forced from her by each plunge of the two cocks filling her.
Her only sense of time was the building of the thing inside her.  It seemed to grow and grow, filling her with heat and tension.  Junie found her whole body surging back to meet the cock as it filled her, every muscle tense, trying to hold this thing inside her. Knowing it was inevitable, but fearing its release as well.  A tiny bit of her rational mind knew that, when she released her passion, she didn’t know if it would stop.  Soft cries of urgency were muffled as she worked her lips up and down her Master’s cock.  She could tell he was close to his come; his cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth. 
His voice was a strained groan, “Oh fuck, Junie, come for me.”  When it hit her she groaned long and low, her body writhing.  She could feel her cunt clamp down on the dildo as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.  Bob’s hand on her head forced his cock deep in her throat as he came.  Junie held him deep and swallowed convulsively.  Each pulse of her Master’s cock was matched by a spasm of her cunt.  The dildo continued to thrust inside her, the rhythm unchanged, pushing her pleasure higher and dragging out her orgasm.  Even when it subsided, it didn’t completely empty her of the thing inside her.  She felt the tension building faster this time and, letting her Master’s cock slip from her lips, Junie whimpered in fear. 
She felt his hand stroking her back, his voice soft, “You have it in you, Junie.  Let it out.  Give it all to us.”
Junie didn’t know how long she knelt there, her head in her Master’s lap.  Orgasm after orgasm rumbled through her until she could not remember why she was here.  Soft little mumbles began to leak from her lips.  “Master, please.”  Finally Bob turned off the machine and got her a glass of water, loosening the rope that held her arms so she could stretch.  When he returned her to the machine, he pushed the dildo up her ass instead of her cunt.
Junie broke into tears and began to sob, “I’m so tired, Master; please, not my bottom.”
Bob’s voice was sharp, “Remember, Junie, no talking.”  When the machine was turned on, Junie grunted and panted as she adjusted to the new wave of sensations.  At least this way there was less of the unbearable build toward orgasm that had accompanied its assaults on her cunt. 
She felt her Master’s hand on her back steadying her and then heard the buzzing of the vibrator just as he pressed it against the length of her cleft.  Junie screamed as the intense sensation shot through her.  She convulsed and tried to escape, when her Master’s voice made her freeze.  “Obey me, Junie.  I want more from you.  Give me more.  Give me everything.”
Junie was sobbing as she nodded.  She found herself hanging from the ropes tied to her arms, convulsing as climax after climax were forced through her, the spasms more agony than pleasure.  Junie heard her voice scream out, hoarse and weak, “Red light, Master, red light,” as the darkness swirled around her and her awareness slipped away.

Junie woke to a strong hand shaking her shoulder.  Donna’s voice was loud and impatient in her ears.  “Get up, girl, time to go.”
Junie tried to remember where she was and then remembered the night before.  She wondered how she had gotten into bed.  Her mind was foggy and, when she stretched, she became very aware of a deep stiff ache in her belly, loins, and thighs.  Her shoulders didn’t seem to want to move easily, either.  Without thinking she whimpered, “Oh, god.”
Donna’s voice was an icy whiplash, “No talking.  Get your ass up and put on these clothes.  The car is loaded.  It’s time to go!”
Junie pulled on the soft comfortable shorts and t-shirt with sandals.  Donna snapped the leash on her collar and led her on her hands and knees to the bathroom.  “Pee,” was the only word that came from Donna’s lips.  Junie obediently released her water and waited as Donna wiped her clean.  Donna jerked on the leash and muttered, “Walk, Junie; I don’t have time for you to crawl to the garage.”  Donna walked close behind Junie, pushing her along, rushing her into the car.  Before she could think, she climbed into the passenger seat.  She couldn’t help groaning in pain as she settled down onto the seat. 
Donna quickly snapped her hands into handcuffs and attached them to a chain that ran under the seat, effectively pinning her hands down by her sides.  Donna fastened her seat belt and closed the door.  Junie could hear the puppy scrambling around in the travel box in the back of the SUV. 
Donna climbed into the driver’s seat and grinned at Junie, in apparent good spirits.  “Perk up, girl.  We’re going on a road trip.  We are going to have a hell of a lot of fun.”  She arched a brow at Junie.  “Just remember, all the rules stay the same.  You do nothing without me deciding.  No talking.”  Then she laughed gaily, “Here we go.”

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Serial Saturday NORTHWEST HUNTERS Book Two, Chapter Fourteen

Northwesthunters:  Finding Happiness

Chapter 14: Disobedience

Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile.  “So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?”
Junie cracked up, “I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made.  But it’s kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you.”  She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip.
Bob laughed and commented, “I am more of a hands-on learner.”

As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies.  “All we have left is one female.”
Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, “Happy?”
Donna looked at Junie and frowned, “Junie, I thought we had discussed this.  You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise.  It would not be fair to Happy or Monica.”
Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, “But Ma’am, I know, I just know, that it’s a good idea.  It’s perfect.  Please don’t sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen.  I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her.”
Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, “Now you want to go to Oregon?”
“Oh, yes, I do.  I just have to go.”  Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, “Please, it’s really important to me.  I will do anything you say.”
Bob looked at Junie, “Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss.  So, for now, I will do this.  I will not find a home for Happy until we decide.  But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again.”
Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her.  “Oh, thank you!  Thank you so much!”

Bob’s voice called down the stairs, “Junie, are you down there?  I want that ‘hands-on learning’ experience.”
She called up, “Master, I’m in my sewing room.  I’m getting the stuff,” and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom.  She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.
She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet.  The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier.  Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth.  Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed.  But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch. 
Bob’s voice took on a deeper tone, “Yes, this is definitely better.  Come, Junie; let’s get you out of this contraption.  We’ll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that.” 
A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, “Y… yes…, Master,” she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties. 
Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems.  “I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb.  There’s almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders.  It’s completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too.”
Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom.  “Go start getting ready.  I’ll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies.”
“Is that where she is?”
“You aren’t the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love.  She’s going to be as sorry as you are to see them go.”

Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom.  She looked up and smiled, “How are our puppies?”
“They are wonderful.  I love it now that their eyes are open.  I need a shower though; I’m completely covered with puppy kisses.”
Junie giggled, “Now I am jealous.”
Donna took the enema bag from Junie’s hands, “Let me help you with that, sweet girl.”  Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.
“Yes, Mistress.”  A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie.  She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission.  She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be.  Junie knelt before her Mistress. “Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master.”
Donna gathered up a handful of Junie’s hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, “You are acting like such a good girl… now, Junie.”  Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.
As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna’s hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks.  Her Mistress had never spanked her before.  Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her.  Donna’s voice was admonishing, “Junie, if I tell you ‘no’ about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind.  And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision.  I’m disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia.”
Junie gasped in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn’t give Happy as a gift.  I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit.  I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her.  You didn’t say that I couldn’t ask Monica if she wanted Happy.”
“So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?”  Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie’s broad bottom.  Junie’s bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.
While the blows from Donna’s hands were nowhere as painful as Bob’s when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie.  Junie burst into tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry.  I just wanted it so bad.”  A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up.  Her voice a strangled groan, “Oh god, Ma’am, please can I let it out?”
Donna’s voice was icy, “Get up and get on the toilet, Junie.”
Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, “Thank you, Ma’am,” as she finally could release the pressure inside her.
“We are not finished with this, Junie.  But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us.  This will have to wait until tomorrow.”
Junie’s face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower.  Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie’s face.  Donna commented dryly, “I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question.”
Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words.  If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing.  But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said. 
Bob frowned, “I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing.  I will think about it and decide.  Both of you will accept my decision.  Now, I don’t want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this.”  Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, “Understood?”
Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna’s tension.  Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed.  Junie knelt down at her Master’s feet.  “I’m sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress.”
Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, “Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work.”
“Yes, Sir.”  Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully.  “Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on.”  Donna nodded, but didn’t speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders.  “I can lean back like this.”  Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps.  “Ma’am, could you please help me put those over my feet?  They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs.  That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to… um… everything.”
Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, “…um, everything?  Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin.  Um, everything what?  Say it.  Say the dirty words, Junie.  Tell us what you want.”
Junie gulped and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Ma’am.  You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole.”
“Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you.  You need to speak up when you speak to us.  Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you.”
Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs.  Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath.  “I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use.  You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure.”  Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.
“And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?”
The words poured from Junie, “Oh please, let me serve you.  I exist to serve you.  I want to obey.  Please use me for your pleasure.”
Donna ran her hands down Junie’s body, trailing her nails across Junie’s skin, leaving red lines as they scored her flesh.  “Beg us to fuck you, Junie.  Beg us to fuck your ass and cunt.”
An almost irresistible wave of excitement seized Junie, her cunt clenching and throbbing.  She could feel her nipples tighten into knots.  “I belong to you, all of me, it’s all yours.  Please fuck this slave.  I beg you to fuck me.  Fuck all my holes.  Please fuck my ass and cunt.  Use me like the slut I am.”  She writhed in the swing, making herself sway back and forth.  “Please.”
Donna cupped Junie’s breasts and then pinched her nipples.  “Would you like that, my little slave slut?  Would you like me and our Master to fuck you like that?” 
“Oh yes, please.”
Bob pulled Donna back.  “Donna, go put on your strap on.” 
Junie made a little whimpering groan as she saw the nipple clamps in his hands.  Bob leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling then letting the hard nub slip between his lips with a pop.  As the teeth of the clamp sank into her sensitized flesh Junie cried out, “Yes, Master, use me.”
When the teeth of the second clamp compressed her other nipple, Junie looked up at Bob and grated out, “Yes, like that.  Thank you.  More please.”
Junie’s voice was breathless and excited, “Yes, please, Master.  I want everything.  More pain, more pleasure, hurt me, fuck me.”
Bob smiled and stroked her face, “Such a good little slut.  There will be more.”  He attached the chain between the clamps and, pursing his lips thoughtfully, he tied a short length of twine to the chain and lifted the weight of her breasts up and tied it off on the support of the swing. 
Junie gasped and breathed through her mouth as she adjusted to the rush of pain.  Her voice was strained, “Thank you, Master.”
“My pleasure.”
“Yes, for you, for your pleasure.”
Junie’s eyes grew round and blinked as she suddenly took in the sight of Donna wearing the strap on; the largest dildo swaying as Donna playfully swung her hips back and forth.  Donna met Junie’s eyes and smiled predatorily.  “You want me to fuck you with this, don’t you, Junie?  You want this monster cock crammed up your protesting little asshole, don’t you?”
“Oh god, Ma’am; it’s so big.”
“But you want it.  Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass with this.”
Junie’s voice was hoarse with excitement, “I really want it.  I want you to rape my ass with that big cock.  Please do it to me.”
Donna laughed delightedly, “I am going to so fuck you.”
Bob’s voice was sharp and directive, “Not until Junie is completely ready.  You want to fuck her with that thing, you better make sure she is completely relaxed.”  He gripped the back of Donna’s neck and propelled her around to behind Junie, pushed her down to her knees, and pressed her face against Junie’s ass.  “Get to work, bitch.  I want Junie screaming for you to fuck her before you stop.”
Junie convulsed as she felt Donna’s tongue stroking the length of her crack, “Oh, god.”
She heard Donna’s voice muffled against her ass, “You know you like it, slut.  Tell me how much you like it.”
Junie writhed and moaned as she felt Donna’s tongue, warm and soft, massaging circles over her asshole.  “Yes, it feels good.”  Another spasm of pleasure rocked her as her Master knelt and pressed his mouth to her cleft, his tongue spreading her folds, licking in long bold strokes.  “Oh fuck, yes!”  Junie undulated and squealed as the competing sensations forced her body to jerk and sway.  The movements made the clamps tug on her nipples, feeding the fire that was growing inside her. 
It didn’t take long before Junie sensed a growing tension in her body.  Her cries began to take on a building urgency.  Her Master pulled his face from her and growled sharply, “No, Junie, you may not come until you are filled front and back.  You must have your Mistress buried to the hilt inside your ass and me filling you in the front.  Only then may you find your passion.”  Standing he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her cunt. 
A sharp cry broke from Junie’s lips, “Oh god, yes!” 
Junie squirmed as she felt her Mistress’s fingers probe deeply into her nether passage, slippery with lubricant.  Her Mistress’s voice echoed her Master’s, “Yes, Junie, not until I am buried to the hilt in this hot tasty ass of yours.”
Junie cried out impatiently, “Then do it!  Oh god, please do it.”
Donna continued to probe and work her fingers deep inside Junie, matching the rhythm of her Master’s cock thrusting deep, sending irresistible waves of heat and light through Junie’s body.
Donna’s voice tormented her, “Do what, Junie?  What does your slutty ass want?  Say it.  Beg me for it.”
Junie’s voice cracked and broke a sob choking her, “Please, Ma’am.  Fuck me.  Fuck my ass.  I can’t wait much longer.  It’s too much.”  Junie paused and grated out.  “God damn it, shove that thing into me.”
Donna burst out with a delighted laugh.  “If you insist, my little slut, remember not to come until I’m all the way in.” 
Junie squealed in excitement as she felt the firm head of the dildo push against her and slip inside, the sudden shock of pain eclipsed by her relief.  Her squeal strangled and changed to a wail of frustration when she felt Donna pull it out again.  “Please, oh god, please don’t stop.” 
Over and over Donna would push just the tip into Junie’s ass and then withdraw.  Junie struggled to push back to make the dildo slide deeper, but the swing did not give her any leverage.  Her Master’s hands kept her trapped as he plunged into her over and over.  The only thing her contortions did was to cause her nipples to jerk against their clamps; the lancing pain only added to her desperate struggle to contain the orgasm building within her.
Her eyes found her Master’s, locking on his electric blue gaze. “Master, I am going to fail.  Help me.”
Bob’s pace slowed and, as he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hardened, “Junie, I am not the one you must beg.  Plead with your Mistress.”
Junie tried to turn her head to look at Donna.  Her voice was thick with tears, “Please Ma’am, I don’t want to fail.  I want to obey.  Please don’t make me fail.  Take me please, help me.”
Junie gasped as she felt her Mistress thrust sharply, piercing deeper.  Donna’s voice was tight, “Who owns your ass, slut?”
“You do.  Oh god, yes!  Do it!  Fuck me!  My ass is yours.”
Finally she felt Donna’s hips pressing firmly against her, the harness scraping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks.  Donna continued to grind and lunge against her, working her own cunt against the base of the dildo buried deeply in Junie.  Her breath was hot in Junie’s ear.  “Yes, you little slut.  Your ass is mine.  Feel me inside you.”  Donna began to pull out and lunge deep, slamming the strap on cock into Junie’s ass in short brutal thrusts.  Donna’s voice was a tense groan, “Come for me, Junie.  Come with me.”  Donna’s fingers reached around and released the clamps.  A renewed wave of intense sensations shook through Junie. 
Bob’s hands clenched strong on her hip, his rhythms matching Donna’s, each of them plunging into Junie’s body, crushing her between them, “Yes, Junie, now come for us.  Obey your Mistress, give us your passion.”
Junie gripped the straps of the swing and groaned out one last word, “Obey,” and began to shudder as her orgasm began to shake her.  Waves of ecstasy flowed over her as she felt herself being tossed back and forth between them, swinging weightlessly back and forth on the swing.  Long deep groans shaking her as her orgasm waned and then began to build again under their relentless assault.  Finally she found herself pressed between them, her body filled and stretched.  She could feel her lovers lose their rhythm, jerk and shudder as they reached their peaks.  Junie felt surrounded by their strength, their pleasure, and joined them falling and flying with them.
As Donna helped Junie untangle herself from the swing, Junie whispered softly to her Mistress, “Thank you, Ma’am,” her eyes searching out her Mistress’s trying to gauge her mood.  A sharp pang pierced through Junie’s heart when Donna avoided her eyes.

Again, it was over breakfast when Bob chose to speak to Donna about her behavior.  “My goddess, your struggle to find balance in the middle has been difficult for you.”
Donna looked up from her frittata and carefully swallowed and put her fork down, “Yes, it has.”
“Both Junie and I sensed your anger last night.  I had hoped to have a simple, fun-filled romp with Junie’s new toy she had so ingeniously made for us.  Instead, I found myself pulled into your anger and our girl was literally trapped between us.”
Junie pressed her lips together, resisting the impulse to try and protect Donna and to protest that she was not hurt, that she did not mind being trapped.  A tiny random thought bubbled up from nowhere that being in the middle felt amazing.  She gritted her teeth and strangled down a giggle.  She sat quietly looking at Donna, doing her best to communicate with her eyes that she did not mind, that she loved Donna no matter what.
Donna nodded her face coloring, “Yes, you’re right.  I did let my anger control my impulses.”
“A good Mistress must be very aware of both her and her sub’s emotions.  It was difficult because we were both sharing Junie and you could not let go of your need to dominate.  Junie was trapped between two Masters last night.  It is a measure of our girl’s spirit that she tried to meet that challenge and give us both what we wanted.  Our moods and styles did not match.  Perhaps I was in error to let it continue.  Maybe it would have been better to stop.”
Junie could not help but turn to Bob and start to speak, protesting that stopping would have been worse.  “No…”  She stopped herself and looked down at her hands.
Bob looked at her, “It’s good that you realized that this is not a time for you to speak.  This is something that must be spoken of, but only by your Mistress and me.”  He turned to Donna and continued, “It was difficult to tell if what you were doing was intended to reward, educate, or punish our Junie.  Were you clear in your mind what your intention was?”
Donna slowly shook her head.  “I… I think I wanted to teach her something.  But I guess, looking back, I also wanted her to know that I was her Mistress; that she had to obey me.”
Bob stopped talking for a while and sat looking at Donna, then sighed and continued, “My goddess, nothing you did was expressly wrong.  A strict and exacting tone to a scene can be very effective.  And perhaps that will be your style.  But, again, this goes back to your intention.  A Mistress must be aware of herself and her goals.  And it is perfectly appropriate to change the tone and the goal during a scene, if you are aware of why you have made that decision.”  Bob stood and moved to where Donna sat and put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to lean back against him, forcing the front legs of her chair up off the floor, making it teeter and balance.  “I just want you to learn to look inside yourself as you exert your power.”
Donna briefly struggled to maintain her balance as Bob pulled her over backwards.  Junie could see her body tense, throwing her arms and legs out to try and regain some sense of inner balance and control.  Just as quickly Junie could see Donna relax, let Bob have the control, her body going limp, and her head leaning against his belly.  Bob’s voice was an approving murmur, “Good, my goddess.  Close your eyes.  Open your heart.  Give yourself to me.”
Bob continued, “So last night had us at odds.  You could not let go of your anger and I allowed the scene to continue, even when I was aware of that.  I have to admit that I enjoyed watching you torment our Sweet Junie.  Watching the expressions on her face and tones of her cries was very powerful.  I liked that you made her plead to be allowed to obey me, but I warn you that I would have been very displeased if you had forced her to fail.  Do not forget your duty to obey me.  You tread dangerously close to defying my direction that you must not let your mood spoil our play last night.”
Bob let Donna’s chair slowly come back upright.  “Lesson learned?”
Donna nodded slowly, “I think so, but I want to think about this for a while too.”
“Thinking is good.”
Bob turned to Junie, “So, little one, what did you like about last night?”
Junie swallowed convulsively and looked at him with big eyes, “Um… um… I liked it all.”  She squirmed nervously in her chair.  “I liked the way my Mistress made me talk, made me say the words.  It was crazy how being called a slut made me feel so dirty and so excited at the same time.  The terror when I thought I was going to fail was almost too much, but then when I knew I could come for you, it was so strong.”  Junie stopped and looked thoughtfully at Donna.  “Not just intense, but the relief that I was going to be able to obey, that you were going to let me obey was so amazing.  I was so afraid of failing and then just when I thought all was lost, you gave it back to me.  Thank you for that.”
Bob turned to Donna, “Ask Junie what was hardest about last night.”
Donna took a deep breath and licked her lips.  “Yes, Junie, you must tell me.  What was difficult?”
Junie’s mouth trembled, “It felt like you were so angry at me.  I don’t mind you being strict or harsh, in fact I kind of like that, but it was the anger.  I felt so bad that I had done that to you, that I had been bad and made you angry at me.”  Junie’s voice broke and she grated out.  “I feel like you are still angry at me.”
Donna’s voice was distant, “I was angry.  I think I may still be, a little, but I am also frustrated with myself.  Our Master is right.  I let my emotions rule me too much.  Always before I could depend on our Master to control me and now, when I dominate you, I feel like I can’t control my emotions.  My mind gets filled up with excitement.”
Junie looked nervously at her Master, not sure if she should continue to speak.  Bob nodded to her.  She took a deep breath, “Ma’am, it was mostly good.  I love you and I love playing with you.  Please, Ma’am, I don’t mind the angry feelings that much.  I felt like I deserved them, maybe I still do.  I think I was mostly afraid you would displease our Master.”
“Did you feel trapped between us?”
Junie could not help grinning mischievously, “Only in a very good way, Ma’am.  It was a crazy good feeling.  I loved being able to serve you like that, to give myself so completely.  You felt so strong, both of you.  Your words were so compelling and humiliating.  And the swing held me so helpless.  Even if I was not tied, I had no control over what you did to me.”  Junie giggled softly, “And, man, I was trying like mad to get your big cock up my ass.  I was so deliciously terrified I was going to come before I had permission.”  She gave a little squirm and shudder at the memory. 
Junie forced herself to calm and slipped from her chair, kneeling at Donna’s feet. “Mistress, without discussing the topic of my disobedience, is there some service or punishment that you would like to demand of me that would help with your anger?  I feel a sad place in my heart that I have displeased you.”  Junie looked up at her Mistress beseechingly and was encouraged to see Bob nod in approval.
Donna looked thoughtful and reached down and stroked Junie’s face.  “For now, go about your normal duties.  I will think about your punishment as well.”
When she looked up at her Mistress, she found her Mistress’s eyes looking at her with love and forgiveness.  Junie felt a soft wave of relief.  Just the knowledge that her Mistress was going to give her the chance for absolution seemed to untie the knot that had been in her stomach.  “I await your judgment, my Mistress.”  Junie yielded to the impulse to lean down and kiss Donna’s foot murmuring, “Thank you.  I love you.”

It was late in the afternoon when Donna called Junie down to the basement.  She looked at Junie and smiled.  Her tone was soft and belied her words, “Junie, I promised you a punishment.  Strip and kneel before me.”  Once Junie was at her feet she continued, walking in a slow circle around her.  “We are constrained to not speak of the details, but the underlying issue was that I had given you a direction.  I had thought that was all that needed to be said.  I had all but forgotten the issue.”  Stopping behind Junie, Donna ran her fingers through Junie’s hair and then gripped and pulled Junie’s hair pulling her head back.  “Junie, if you cannot obey, you must throw yourself at our feet and cry out in your agony.  Deliberate disobedience should tear your soul apart.”
Junie felt a tiny convulsion of grief, her voice throbbed, “Mistress, may I speak?”
The fingers in her hair tightened, “Go ahead and speak.”
Junie’s voice throbbed, “Please, Mistress, believe me.  It was not deliberate.  I guess I didn’t understand your direction.  Maybe I just wanted to believe that you hadn't given me a direction, because I wanted it so bad, and couldn’t accept the refusal.  I don’t know.  All I know was the feeling of shock when you said you had already told me ‘no’.  If I had believed that was true, I would never have gone to Master.”
“So you had convinced yourself there was a way around my refusal to allow you to give that…”  Donna stopped herself, her tone frustrated.  “Never mind.”
“Yes, Ma’am.  That was it exactly.”
“Then your error was in not speaking to me about exactly what my intention was.  You did not trust me to listen and help you.  If your goal was important to you, I would have supported you.”  Donna smiled, “You know, my sweet little Junie, I am beginning to see a pattern in your errors.  You are having trouble trusting me to listen and give you what you want.  You fear asking directly.”
“Yes, Ma’am.  I have always done that.”
“Okay, little one, let us get on with this.  Your punishment will be for failing to trust me to treat you fairly and give you what you need; stand up and lean across the spanking horse.”
Donna showed Junie where she could grip handholds.  Donna picked up a paddle and spoke calmly, “Junie, I am going to spank you with this paddle.  I will decide how many swats you will receive and then you will kneel before me again and apologize.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The paddle cracked sharply when it struck Junie’s bottom, the impact making her body jerk.  It seemed like there was the tiniest moment of silence and then a wave of pain rolled over her.  Junie yelped and cried out, “Thank you, Ma’am.”
Donna’s voice was calm and cool, “You are welcome, Junie, but I do not wish your thanks.  You may cry out but, for now, do not speak.”  Donna laughed coolly, “I wish I could say that this hurts me worse than you, but that would be silly.”  She swung the paddle again, and then again.  The blows came regularly about every other second, each one bearable, but quickly the heat and pain seemed to build with each successive swat.
Junie found herself squealing and yelling as the spanking continued.  She held on to the handholds feverishly, her feet dancing.  It stopped abruptly and Donna stood, breathing deeply through her nose.  “On your knees, girl.”
Junie scrambled down off the spanking horse and knelt.  “Mistress, I am sorry I failed to trust you to care for me.  I know you love me.  I need to remember that you will treat me fairly.”  Junie had not cried throughout the entire spanking, but suddenly choked back a soft sob.  “I am sorry, Ma’am.  I really am.  I will try to do better.  Sometimes it’s hard to trust people to do the right thing for me.  I never had that before.  It’s hard to believe it’s true now, sometimes I can’t believe I’m this lucky, sometimes I forget.”
Donna knelt down and put her arms around Junie, “It will get easier, little one.  This is new for all of us.  How is your bottom feeling?”
Junie reached around and gingerly stroked her hot and stinging bottom. “It feels like I have been spanked.  It wasn’t too bad.  I didn’t like it though, because I felt like I had been bad and that made me sad.”
“As it should; well, get up and get dressed.  Go finish our dinner.”