Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia Read Online Free Page A

Porsche squirmed and Sophia removed her hand and began smacking Porsche’s ass. “Did Willow instruct you properly? Do you move when I touch you?” Sophia calmly brought her hand down again and again across Porsche’s cheeks. She continued the beating until Porsche’s cheeks were bright pink, as pink as the panties she wore. Then she stopped and walked over to Willow.

 
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    “ A ND YOU?” SOPHIA REACHED between Willow’s legs and placed three gloved fingers up her twat. The young woman was so wet, the fingers disappeared effortlessly and Willow moaned with her lips shut tightly. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she fought the urge to ride that hand back and forth until she came. Fought hard and barely won.
    “Oh, Mistress! Please apply the crop to me. Or the quirt!” Willow remained stock still, her ass raised, knowing that even a slight sway would displease Sophia and delay the whipping she so wanted and deserved.
    Sophia sighed. She hated when they begged for beatings. She preferred to deliver her punishments at her own discretion, not at the pleading of the subs.
    “Do you deserve a punishment?”
    “Porsche tried to lick my pussy!” Willow blurted.
    “Really?” Sophia asked casually. She turned to Porsche. “Really?” she asked again.
    Porsche leapt up. “Her hot little twat was thrust up nearly in my face! She wasn’t just showing me what you wanted, she was showing me what she wanted!”
    “That’s a lie, Mistress!” Willow bounded up, waving her hands. “I would never ... ”
    “Quiet! The both of you,” Sophia seethed. She paced the room. “Both of you get on the ground and get those asses up in the air. NOW.”
    Both girls scurried to the floor, jutting their sweet asses up, up, up: Willow, steady as a brick, having assumed this position often and for long periods of time. Porsche, with quivering thighs and a vibrating ass, determined to please her new mistress and establish herself as the most obedient of subs.
    Sophia walked over and rubbed each girl’s cheeks appreciatively in her gloved hands. She kneaded the tender flesh of their buttocks, then began to pinch and rub roughly.
    “You may ... vocalize,” she allowed.
    Immediately, both began to moan and sigh with pleasure at the attention given their firm young asses.
    Sophia slid a hand between each girl’s legs and found each of their clits. She began stroking back and forth. The moaning heightened and Porsche began grinding herself against Sophia’s hand. Sophia immediately removed her hand and instead focused on Willow, rewarding her for not moving. Porsche understood immediately and became immobile. Sophia’s hand returned to Porsche’s cunt, rubbing and stroking, her gloves glossy with both girls’ juices.
    Abruptly, she stopped it all and sat in her blue chair.
    “Willow, pleasure Porsche,” she commanded in a quiet, off-hand voice.
    Willow hated Porsche now, hated her, and giving her pleasure was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted her gone. She wanted her mistress to herself! But to please Sophia was her top priority. If that meant bringing Porsche to a shattering climax, so be it. She was determined to bring the stupid cunt to her knees and make her come harder than she’d ever come before.
    Willow laid Porsche back on the couch and began to stroke her body from head to toe. Porsche steeled herself. There was no way this stick of a woman was going to excite her. She was as determined as Willow. Determined to not come, to not be moved.
    Willow nuzzled Porsche’s neck, sipping on her flesh, nibbling gently and occasionally biting tenderly, her tongue meandering along the unwilling girl’s throat to the fullness of her breasts. She brought one nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. To Porsche’s dismay, her nipples tightened and her back arched slightly to thrust the nipple more firmly into Willow’s beautiful mouth. Willow caressed Porsche’s arms and legs, eventually bringing her hands up