"Pete, can I talk to you?"
It was Sunday afternoon, and Pete was watching football. He looked up to see Laura standing there. He muted the TV and turned to give her his attention. He replied, "Sure. What's up?"
"Sam has tickets to a concert, but they're for Wednesday night. But that's... well, that's our night..."
Pete nodded. He said, "Since you're seeing him, would you rather he take care of your weekly needs?"
Laura shook her head and said, "No. I enjoy our sessions, and Sam, well, he's too... well, I think it's a mix of him not wanting to hurt me and not really being all that into it."
Pete smiled. "Alright. Well, I have an idea. Why don't you plan on joining Lana on Monday evening this week?"
"Ok."
Pete continued, "Don't mention it to Lana, and wait outside the door after she goes in. I have something special in mind."
Laura smiled and nodded. She turned and went off to her room and Pete turned the sound back up on the game.
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Monday evening came and 10 o'clock found Pete in his room waiting for Lana's knock. He set out the assortment of implements on the bedside table - his belt, the hairbrush and the delrin cane - and sat on the bed. Eventually the knock came and he said, "come in."
The door opened and Lana walked in. She was nude, as was customary. Her shoulder length jet black hair was neatly brushed, and the landing strip of her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. She strode confidently into the center of the room and stood with her hands behind her back, her posture straight and proud.
Pete stood up and took a step towards Lana. He said, "This evening, I have something different planned. Excuse me for just a moment."
He walked to the door and opened it. Laura was there, also nude. Her long, blonde hair was tied into a pony tail. Pete ushered her into the room where she took her place next to Lana, who looked on in surprise. Pete walked back in front of the pair and spoke.
"Lana, Laura is going to join us this evening. She has a conflict with her regular appointment, so this evening I've decided to kill two birds with one stone. Also, I know how much you enjoy exercising your dominant side. To that end, I've devised an experiment. I am going to let you take charge of Laura this evening. The only thing I'll advise is that - in case you were not aware - Laura prefers her sessions to be... shall we say... intense." Pete paused before continuing. "But there is a catch. I will watch you. And everything you do to her is exactly what I will do to you next. Does that make sense to you both?"
Both girls looked towards each other, then back to Pete and nodded in unison. Pete said, "Excellent. Lana, the floor is yours." Pete walked to Laura's side and took up a station leaning against the wall behind them.
Lana took Laura by the hand and led her over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it and helped Laura over her lap. Laura positioned herself on her roommate's thighs the way she was used to, bracing herself with both hands on the floor.
Pete watched all of this carefully, making sure that he took note of enough of the details to be able to duplicate this as closely as possible later when it was Lana's turn. Lana rubbed Laura's bottom briefly before suddenly bringing it down quickly on Laura's bottom, beginning a very fast cadence of spanks alternating from one cheek to the other. Laura whipped her head up in surprise at the suddenness of Lana's assault. She froze for a few spanks before letting loose a loud high pitched whine that lasted another few spanks before Laura's air ran out and she began to cry. Lana kept up the fast pace for about 30 seconds before she stopped and shook her hand in the air and caught her breath. After a moment, Laura sensed the pause and collapsed down on Lana's lap, loosening the built-up tension and crying. Pete could see her bottom was already pink.
Lana paused only a moment before beginning again, this time at a more moderate pace. As before, she alternated cheeks with her spanks, but now the rate was slower, perhaps around one spank per second, which gave Laura an opportunity to react to each one with a punctuation in her crying. With the more moderate pacing, Lana was able to keep up her rain of punishment on Laura's bottom for much longer. Pete figured it lasted around two minutes or so. Laura's crying remained more or less constant. She fidgeted on Lana's thighs, but Lana held her in place with her left arm while raining spanks with her right. When she stopped, Laura's bottom was a much darker red.
Lana urged Laura to her feet at this point. Laura was still crying, standing in front of her erstwhile tormentor. Lana sat on the bed waiting for Laura to calm down somewhat. When she had, she simply said, "Kneel." Laura obediently dropped down to her knees, sniffling fitfully. Lana spread her thighs apart on either side of Laura and leaned back on the bed. Laura took the hint and leaned forward and began to tongue her roommate's pussy. Pete took in the sight of Laura on her knees, with her red bottom facing Pete, her torso angled forward and her head bobbing above Lana's crotch. Lana had her eyes closed and was roughly kneading her own breasts and moaning.
Lana moved her hands down to Laura's head and began to tangle her fingers in Laura's hair. Her moans were beginning to become louder and more urgent, when Laura's head-bobbing became more restricted and quicker. Pete guessed that she was concentrating on Lana's clit, trying to send her over the edge. Lana responded quickly, stiffening and starting a protracted moan that suddenly ended with a sharp intake of breath and then silence for just a moment before she came with a loud, protracted guttural "Unnnngh" sound, and then collapsed back on the bed. Laura straightened up, still on her knees, her head still in front of Lana's pussy.
Lana recovered for a moment, then stood before Laura. She leaned down and put her hand under Laura's chin, and picked it up. She said, "Get up." Laura stood and Lana wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her, their tongues quickly entwining. The kiss lasted only a moment before Lana broke away and said, "Lie down." She led Laura to the bed and positioned her on her back. She then reached down and grabbed Laura's ankles, lifting them upwards towards the ceiling. Pete could see Laura's pussy glisten between her thighs, just above her red ass cheeks. Lana maneuvered Laura's legs into place, her knees only a few inches above her chest. She placed Laura's hands behind her knees, and said, "Hold on tight."
With that, Lana turned and reached for the belt rolled up on the bedside table. She folded it in half and wrapped it around her right hand once, just as Pete had always done. She stepped over to Laura and brought the belt gently down against Laura's bottom, testing the distance. Laura whimpered and her fingers tightened on the backs of her knees. Lana brought the belt up and then crashing down, filling the room with a loud, meaty smacking noise. Laura nearly screamed as the belt fell away, leaving a crimson stripe just over her anus. Lana wasted no time and added more stripes above and below. Pete was careful to count the strokes for Lana's own strapping. Lana gave Laura an even dozen before she stopped. By that point, Laura was once again completely lost in heavy, heaving crying, her hands trembling to hold her legs in place. Lana put the belt down and took hold of Laura's legs, and brought them down and helped Laura stand. She wrapped her in a tender embrace while she cried. The two of them stood there, gently rocking while Laura calmed down.