The following morning I awoke between Miss Susan and Miss Chantelle with my arse absolutely on fire; Miss Chantelle had spared nothing with my caning. As I stirred, Miss Chantelle awoke, smiling at me as her hand felt the weals on my arse. I groaned and she told me that I had better get used to it as she was a disciplinarian; as though the pain in my arse hadn't already let me know that! As she got out of bed and headed for the en-suite, she told me to follow her, directing me to lie on my back on the floor. As she stood astride me, I gazed up at her statuesque black thighs and bottom and the luxuriant black bush. Opening my mouth, I waited for the stream to arrive; when it did it was more of a flood than a stream, soaking my face and hair, despite my best efforts to swallow. After I had sat up and licked her clean, she told me to hurry up and mop the floor before Miss Susan wanted to use it.
While I was serving breakfast to the girls, Miss Susan told me that she needed to study for the approaching exams, but that I should accompany Miss Chantelle shopping and that my clothes were laid out on the bed. I gulped when I saw what was on the bed; a floaty, pleated blush pink micro mini skirt and a matching lace-up front crop top. As I dressed, I could see in the mirror that the skirt barely covered my arse cheeks, knowing that the slightest breath of wind was likely to blow it up, displaying the weals to the world. Once I'd put on the white court shoes that Miss Susan had chosen, I checked myself in the mirror. At least the cane marks weren't visible, but it was hardly the normal choice of clothing for a forty-five-year-old lawyer, particularly when she would be accompanying her twenty-four-year-old PA.
I have to say, Miss Chantelle looked stunning in the white dress she had worn the night before, even though the wine stain was clearly visible. The wind was not strong, but I could feel my skirt being blown about as Miss Chantelle led me along by the hand; we certainly attracted a few interested looks! At the shop, Miss Chantelle took her time deciding what she wanted to try on, handing everything to me to hold for her. As I followed her around, I could see other girls looking at us and giggling as she handed me clothing to hold for her. She had me stand outside the changing room she was using and hand her different items to try on, occasionally being sent to get a different size.
As I followed her, half a step behind, to the cash desk, I could see the girl on the till looking us up and down curiously. I felt distinctly exposed in my micro mini skirt, with my nipple rings obvious under the crop top. The young girl smirked at me as Miss Chantelle stood to one side and I placed her purchases on the counter. It got worse when Miss Chantelle said, "Be a good girl, Joanna, go and get that other skirt I liked."
Knowing I was expected to reply, I did so, "Yes Miss Chantelle." Now, the girl did giggle as I left to get the skirt.
Returning, I could see them deep in conversation, and as I placed the skirt on the desk, the young girl grinned at me saying, "Good girl, I love your clothes!"
Once again, remembering my manners and Miss Chantelle's authority, I replied, "Thank you, Miss." I handed my credit card to her to pay for the clothes, and when I had paid and put it away, she handed me the package with a broad grin, saying that she hoped she would see us again.
As I followed half a step behind Miss Chantelle, I could feel the breeze on my bare mound and was sure that the back of my skirt was blowing up, but I did not dare do anything about it. Arriving at her apartment, she directed me to strip naked before hanging her purchases up. Once I had completed the task, I saw that she had removed her dress, and I watched as she deliberately turned to face away from me, bending to display her magnificent arse. Knowing what was required of me, I dropped to my knees and parted the cheeks with my hands as my tongue found her puckered hole. Lapping away furiously, I could feel my arousal growing, knowing I was where I belonged.
I could feel Miss Chantelle push her arse back onto my face as she told me to bury my tongue deep. Holding her thighs, I helped to push my face deeper between her cheeks as I forced my tongue home, the earthy taste delighting my senses. She was fingering herself as I tongue-fucked her, eventually cumming hard, her anal sphincter clenching on my tongue. Straightening up, leaving me kneeling on the floor she turned to look at me, saying, "Mmm, good girl, Joanna, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Of course, I agreed with her; it was nothing but the truth. She walked behind me, roughly pushing her fingers into my wetness, bringing me nearly to orgasm, before abruptly stopping, saying, "Oh no, Joanna, I'm not giving you that pleasure today."