I feel like I may be the luckiest guy in creation. Let me give you a little background. I've always been a sadist. My wife and I parted company (amicably, for what it's worth) a few years ago because we were basically just oil and water in this regard. I took it as an opportunity to try to find an outlet for my sadistic desires. I live in a town with a pretty active and large alternative scene, so I started going to munches and play parties and the like. And I'd occasionally find someone to play with. And, while it's really not my place to make assertions about it, the ladies I have played with have had nothing but nice things to say about me, at least as much as I've heard.

It's often a little bit difficult to be a single guy at a BDSM play party. You put on a "role" tag and just sort of hang out looking for or waiting for folks to at least talk to, while trying not to ogle too much at the naked people all around you tying each other up and/or flogging each other and whatnot.

But my lucky day happened about a year ago when I happened to start a conversation with Jessica and Tina.

Both of them were absolute knock-out beauties. Their tags announced them as lesbian and Dom (Jessica) and Sub (Tina). Jessica looked to me to be in her late twenties and Tina looked like she was barely legal. Jessica was tall and Tina was almost a foot shorter. We chatted and I learned that Tina was (as I suspected) a college student and that Jessica wrote phone apps for a living.

I say I started a conversation with them, but really I mostly spoke with Jessica. It was a casual conversation about our past experiences. Tina mostly stared at the floor throughout all of this.

Looking back on it, and to make a long story short(er), what I didn't know at the start of the conversation was that while Jessica was a pure lesbian, Tina did occasionally pine for cock. Jessica cared enough about Tina to want to find a way to fulfill that desire, but without making it seem that way.

The pretext Jessica came up with was that sometimes Tina disappoints her enough that it isn't enough for Jessica to punish her. Instead, Jessica tells Tina that she's going to let a man punish her (usually sneering a little when she says it). I was just lucky enough to be the guy appointed to the office of occasional disciplinarian for Tina.

I say that Jessica is a pure lesbian because she says so, and I take her at her word, but at the same time, she always comes to watch me punish Tina. And occasionally I see her squirm in her seat a little bit. I wonder if she just enjoys the sight of watching her slave be punished by someone else or perhaps she too likes to watch a man do it. I've never asked as I'm just happy to have the opportunity to play with a college co-ed.

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The doorbell rang right on the dot for the appointment Jessica made. I went and answered it. Jessica was in what I would call a smart skirt-suit, grey with lighter grey pinstripes. Tina, by contrast, was wearing a T-shirt (for some band I have never heard of) and a ripped pair of very, very tight jeans. As before, Tina kept her eyes averted and her head slightly down. Jessica walked in, her face beaming.

I shut the door behind them as they walked into my living room. I began to walk down the hall and beckoned them to follow me. The door at the end of the hallway was to my "play room." Tina walked in in front of Jessica, who shut the door behind her. Tina stood in the middle of the room while Jessica found her way to the only normal chair in the room and made herself comfortable.

I slowly walked around Tina twice while she stared unblinking ahead of her. When I appeared back in front I held my face right in front of her and spoke, my voice reserved and calm.

"Jessica tells me you've disappointed her, haven't you?"

Tina gulped and replied, "Yes, sir."

"That's not unusual, though: you disappoint her a lot, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"And usually she punishes you straight away, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"So you must have really gone beyond the pale, haven't you?"

She gulped again, "Yes, sir."

"So if I want to properly honor Jessica's request, then I have to be quite severe, don't I, Tina?"

This time her voice cracked a little, "Yes, sir."

"Is there any reason at all, Tina, that you can give for me to be at all lenient?"

"No, sir."

"Then we will begin. Strip. Everything off, now!" I snapped at her.

She jerked her hands down to the hem of her shirt and quickly peeled it up and off. At the same time, she kicked the sandals off her feet. She dropped the shirt at her side and reached for the waist of her jeans and quickly unsnapped and unzipped them and peeled them down her hips and down to her ankles, hopping a bit from foot to foot to get her legs out of them. She stood up and reached behind her back to unclip her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders. She dropped it at her side and then pushed her panties down to her knees, allowing them to fall to her feet, and then kicked them over to join the pile of clothes. She stood back up and placed her hands at her sides. I marveled at the speed. She had gone from fully clothed to completely naked in about thirty seconds.

I looked over her naked body. She was lithe. Certainly under a hundred pounds given her height. But though she was thin, she did have relatively ample breasts, topped with very small aureolas and perky and hard nipples. Looking down, her pubic notch was plainly visible, at the bottom of her completely hairless crotch. She had black, straight, shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. Her skin was flawless. No tattoos or piercings beyond two in her ears. I thought it was remarkable for someone of her age.

I took another trip around her while she stood still. Her bottom was perfectly round, the bottom meeting her thighs at almost a perfect right angle.

"Move your feet further apart," I ordered her.

She did so, moving them about shoulder-width apart.

"Further."

She complied, moving them far enough apart to be a slight strain.

"Bend over at the waist."

She moved her torso forward and down until her back was flat. Her hair flopped down on either side of her face and her breasts hung below her chest.

"Reach back and pull your cheeks apart."

I heard a barely visible gasp and she moved her hands back behind her. She shifted her weight back and forth between her feet a little and then finally complied, placing her hands flat on her butt cheeks and pulling them outwards. I could see her pussy lips gape apart and got a good view of her entrance and her clit hiding just behind its hood.

I took a step towards her and reached down and placed my left hand on the small of her back to steady her and dragged my right index finger up her slit. She gasped audibly as I did, and I pulled my finger away, slick with her juices.

"Stand up."

She let go of her bottom and stood back up. I slowly moved my fingers toward her mouth. She obediently opened her lips and closed them around my fingers, sucking them clean.

"You're awfully wet, Tina. What does that mean?"

She blushed and shook her head. I moved my left hand sharply up and slapped the underside of her left breast and hissed, "Answer me properly, Tina!"

She yelped and then blurted out loudly, "I don't know, sir."

I glanced over at Jessica. She fidgeted in her chair ever so slightly, but was otherwise trying to show a dispassionate face as she watched the proceedings.

I reached up and grabbed Tina by the ear and hauled her over to my spanking bench. It looks a bit like a picnic table, with the lower padded rails intended to be knelt on while the upper padded surface accepted the torso. Tina scrambled up into place, her knees wide apart on the lower rails ensuring that her entire sex was well displayed between her thighs.

I stepped to Tina's left side, placed my left hand on the small of her back, and quickly started raining down hard spanks with my right hand on her left ass-cheek. I kept up a brisk cadence, moving up and down from the top of her ass-crack all the way down to her thighs, but only on the left side. She gave vent to her discomfort from the very first swat - just a few "oohs" and "aahs" at first, but quickly gaining volume. She tried to shift herself from side to side, but I held her down firmly in place. After a solid three or four minutes and more swats than I could count, I stopped. Tina was panting, but with sniffles mixed in.

I glanced back at Jessica and she squirmed in her chair again. Her lips were in a slight smile, and her eyes were locked on the scene being played out for her.

I shook my hand a little bit, then with as little warning as possible I moved back into place and repeated the treatment on Tina's right bottom cheek. Again, she gave vent to her cries, a bit louder now. After the same treatment, both cheeks were a solid red color and Tina continued to sniffle.

"Well, that was a good start, Tina. I think we're going to move right along to the strap. I think that's what you need, don't you?"

Tina's trembling voice replied quietly, "Yes, sir."

I walked over to a cabinet on the side wall and pulled out a thick leather strap. It was about three inches wide and two feet long, with an additional foot-long wooden handle. I nonchalantly walked back to Tina's side and tapped the strap lightly on her bottom, measuring the correct distance. I watched as her bottom clenched once and I reared back. Her bottom clenched once more before the downswing began, and her bottom relaxed barely a second before the impact. The strap contacted right in the middle, covering both cheeks. The report filled the room followed quickly by her anguished squeal. Her hands flew back to grasp at the solid stripe across her ass.

"No, no, Tina. None of that. I'm going to have to restrain you if you keep that up."

She quickly shook her head and her hands shot up in front of her head and she grabbed each wrist with the opposite hand. I smiled and got back to the business at hand. I lined the strap up for another stroke and let loose. She squealed pitifully once more, and her hands tightened on her wrists without letting go. After her squeal, when her breath returned she began to bawl in long, loud sobs, punctuated by sniffles.

I gave her ten more with the strap, with a long pause between each. When I was done, Tina was crying continuously with great, heaving sobs. But I could plainly see the moisture now almost dripping from her sex. I set down the strap and waited for a few minutes for her to come to her senses.

When she had calmed a bit, I said, "Alright Tina. You know I don't just punish you for free. I expect a... reward... from you. I'll give you a choice: you can suck my cock right now and we'll call it a day, or you can take six good swats with my long paddle and I'll fuck your little horny pussy. I can see how wet you are, Tina." With that, I reached my finger in to probe between her pussy lips, just barely grazing her clit. She jumped slightly at the contact, but I could just hear her suppress a moan as I came close to her nub.

"Sir, please... Please fuck me."

"No, no Tina. It's not just that. Beg me for the whole thing."

"Please... give me the p-p-paddle and fuck me, sir."

"Very well, Tina." I walked over to the cabinet and brought back a large paddle. It was made of a particularly dense African hardwood, so it was very heavy. In my seasoned hands I had no doubt that six swats with it would leave bruises on her sit-spots she would remember for a day or two.

"Put your hands behind your back, please."

She moved her hands to the small of her back, and I gathered both wrists together and wrapped my left hand around them, pinning them and her in place. I then reared back and let loose with the first swat on her bottom. She squealed again. I struck again in the exact same spot - right on her sit spots just above her thighs. I gave her four more in a quicker sequence and then stepped back to let her cry. I left her there for a minute or two until I could see her begin to calm down. I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles, freeing my cock, which was now quite hard from the enjoyment of punishing a naked college-age girl. I moved forward, aiming right for her sopping cunt as she lay on the spanking bench. She was at the perfect height to receive it and I slowly eased my whole length into her until my thighs bumped against her punished asscheeks.

She moaned loudly and as I drew back and plunged home again, she moaned in time. I kept it slow for a bit longer, reveling in her warm, wet, tight cunt. I leaned forward and reached under her for her breasts as I sped up just a little. She pushed her head up, giving me better access to her chest. She turned her head a little, but I could see her eyes were closed as she continued to moan as I fucked her.

I sped up some more and her moans took on a greater urgency until she finally held her breath for just a little bit and then let out a squeal and started to shake. I could feel her pussy grabbing at my cock and it was all too much and I buried myself one last time as far as I could and shot my cum inside her.

I pulled out and gave her a smack on her punished ass and said, "Now go over and apologize properly to your mistress!"

She gave an "ouch!" and quickly leapt to her feet. I reached down and pulled up my pants and walked over to the opposite corner. Jessica edged herself more forward in her chair and spread her legs apart and leaned back. Tina dropped to her knees between Jessica's thighs and leaned her head in under the skirt. I didn't see a lot of what Tina got up to, but Jessica closed her eyes and began to moan, one hand grabbing at one of her breasts through her shirt, and the other coming to rest on top of her skirt where Tina's head was.

It only took Tina a couple of minutes before Jessica was panting and then her orgasm arrived suddenly, making her shudder and then sigh contentedly.

Tina emerged and knelt on her heels (which must have been at least a bit uncomfortable, having been freshly strapped and paddled). Jessica caught her breath and then stood up and walked towards me. I met her halfway.

"Thank you for that. I'm sorry to impose on you for these periodic lessons. She is just incorrigible sometimes, you know."

"Oh I fully understand, and I'm glad to help." I smiled.

Our little shared subterfuge for Tina's benefit being complete, I reached down for Jessica's hand, raised it up, and gave it a polite kiss. Jessica smiled in reply.

She turned and addressed Tina, "Up. Get dressed and let's go."

Tina quickly complied and they left. Tina turned and gave me a surreptitious smile before shutting the door behind her.