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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: With friends like these…

Joyce’s skirt and blouse were draped on the low table at Pink Tango. Her underwear; bra, panties and garter belt were white, lacy; expensive as always. Her legs in white fishnet stockings were parted a little as she half sat, half lounged in her lover’s arms. Faith’s hand covered her breast, fondling her through her bra; absently tracing circles around the jutting erection of her nipple.

It was date night again.

Their domestic bliss disrupted by Buffy stomping around the place like a bratty teen, grouching and scowling at them at every sign of the intimate affection that had now become the norm for Joyce and Faith, the two lovers tried hard to keep everything else as normal as possible.

Faith still chose her clothes every day and Joyce continued to greet her young lover’s return every evening dressed only in the lingerie selected for her. Hardly a day went by without Joyce feeling the sting of her lover’s hand, strap or paddle on her bottom and they continued, much to Buffy’s undisguised disgust, to make love wherever and whenever the mood took them be that in their bedroom; or in the bathroom; or on the living room floor. She had been especially aggravated to discover them in the kitchen one evening after dinner. Faith had interrupted the washing up and when Buffy had walked in her mother’s panties had been at her ankles and the chestnut-haired Top had been feeding a large strap-on dildo into the gasping older woman’s bottom.

Buffy had made her outrage quite clear but she had not managed to disrupt the rhythm of the young Domme’s hips or the responding movement of the recipient’s and she had fled the all too obvious sound of her mother’s straining pleasure.

Still, it made for an awkward atmosphere and things were undeniably uncomfortable at times for the two lovers.

However, it did serve to ensure that their date nights, free of Buffy’s opprobrium, became even more intensely passionate and Joyce was swept away by the extravagant public displays of whoreish submission that were now required of her.

When Faith took her out to Reggie’s, her hands possessive as always on her bottom, controlling on her neck, they played *strip-pool* with each inevitable defeat to her lover’s unquestioned greater skill seeing, one by one, her short-shorts, shirt and thong removed, until she was playing naked except for her half-length cowgirl boots. The cloth of the table was itchy against her nipples and the rail hard, cold against her groin; though neither were so distracting as Faith’s hands on her body as she tried to concentrate on her shots all to keenly aware of the kind of forfeits she might find herself paying now her clothes were gone.

Sure enough, the spanking over the pool-table that followed her final defeat was deeply, sensually humiliating and she was only too ready to accompany Faith into the back room afterwards.

Such things were no longer unusual for Joyce and somehow Faith always seemed to find some new public demonstration of Joyce’s submission.

Then, at Pink Tango where such public displays of wanton Sapphic submission were far from new – as attested by the always growing display of surrendered underwear that adorned the bar – Faith’s displaying of Joyce became ever more extreme; more provocative and others had, increasingly, begun to follow suit. Ever since the time three weeks before when Faith had removed Joyce’s skirt as they took to the dancefloor, the two of them had become the standard bearers for such exhibition; taking things to levels that would have scandalised wider society had they known what went on behind those walls.

Across from where Joyce and Faith sat, the attractive young Indian girl Nila had also been stripped to her white bra and panties. Her legs were open as she sat on her lover, Abby’s, knee. Sweat glistened on her umber skin. They had not long returned from the dancefloor and a dark, damp spot stained her panties. They looked up from the deepest of kisses as Gabby set down two drinks on their table.

The waitress was topless, her pert olive breasts with their dark, dusky caps adorned by glittering piercings attracting admiring glances. Across the club, Suzi’s heavier breasts were pale, her pink nipples also pierced, her short skirt offering pink flashes of intimate flesh to an avid clientele as she worked.

Earlier the bell had rung loudly as the petite brunette Janet had, not for the first time seen her panties pinned above the bar. Her round bare bottom blushed pink and hot, freshly spanked having paid a recent visit to the bathroom from where her cries had emanated to the general delight of the bar. And now she stood talking bashfully to Maggie as her tall, blonde lover’s arm circled her waist holding her close in a display of ownership and devotion and she leaned into her lover’s embrace.

Joyce and Faith had danced as they always did at Pink Tango, her young lover’s hands and arms controlling and leading her on the dancefloor, holding her intimately close; her body hard and sinuous against Joyce’s; her hips moving against hers; her thigh between her legs; her breasts pressed to hers leaving her limp and lax with arousal in her lover’s arms. But though many eyes had watched in hope Faith had not stripped her for the dancefloor this time. Instead she had just begun to removing her clothes at random as the evening went on and Joyce knew that she would continue to do so until she was completely naked except, maybe, for her stockings.

As always it made her feel strange, conflicted, equivocal. She didn’t exactly *like* being shown off in public any more than she actually *enjoyed* the frequent, regular spankings to which she was subject. But she could not deny the confusing amalgam of humiliation and arousal that washed through her as her lover plucked at her nipple making a shiver slide through her. There were times when, carried away in the heat of the moment surrendering to passion and the intensity of her lover’s demands she thrilled at the thought of making love with an audience but in her calmer moments she still felt the shame and humiliation in the public displays that Faith demanded of her and she knew she always would.

And, as the weeks with Faith passed she had come to adjust to that shame, accepting it and finding a profound, erotic pleasure in the thought that her young lover wanted others to see her for what she had become so that they would know what her public nakedness, her humiliation, signified.

It was a realisation that had come home most completely when she had stripped at the Butterfly Cage and over the intervening time since the feelings it inspired in her had come to feel so familiar that that they seemed almost entirely natural, routine...almost…but not quite…

And so, she blushed as Faith’s fingers ceased to play with her nipple, moving behind her to unhook the catch of her bra so it fell forwards, releasing her breasts.

From all around the bar she felt hungry, avid eyes on her breasts and she felt a flicker of pride at their appreciative gazes. Between her thighs her Sex throbbed aching with heat; wet, oozing into the fabric of her panties, darkening the flimsy material where it covered her lovelips.

She turned her face a little towards her lover her head slightly tilted, offering her mouth to her, making it clear to the rest of the bar that though they might enjoy the sight of her body, it belonged – *she* belonged – to Faith.

The younger woman smiled and she kissed her slipping her tongue into Joyce’s mouth to swirl it around hers, conquering it swiftly. Joyce’s lips tightened, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked obediently, fellating her lover’s dominant tongue in a passionate display of subservience.

Her heart beat fast in her chest, making her pulse thrum between her nether lips and she felt weak as their kiss ended. Faith smiled at her.

“What was that for?” the dark haired young woman asked.

Joyce answered Faith’s smile with one of her own, her naked breasts rising and falling, swaying slightly as her chest heaved with emotion.

“I love you,” she said with a shrug that made her breasts jiggle. “I love what you’ve made me…I just wanted to show you…and let everyone see…”

Faith smiled. “You are a beautiful slut Sweetness,” she breathed softly. “You’re so different from how you were when I first made you open your legs for me.” Her hands stroked over the curves of her naked breasts. “Remember?”

Joyce nodded.

“Yes…I do darling…you’ve changed me so much…you’ve made me your whore…just like you said you would…a-and I love you so much for it!” she kissed Faith again before continuing. “I’d never have believed I could ever be here – like this…even when you told me I would…I didn’t believe you…until you spanked me…until you made me do things I never would have dreamed of…but you were right darling…look at me now!”

Faith’s eyes darkened with love and desire as Joyce spoke. “Oh I am Sweetness…I never get tired of looking at you baby!”

Joyce looked a little shy in response and she blushed. “Oh Faith…” she breathed. “You say the sweetest things darling…but I mean it…just *look*! Here I am sitting here…in just my panties and garter belt and stockings…like a tramp…and everyone is looking at me…at my tits…and they know I’m going to be completely naked soon…and they’re all going to get to see my pussy…and see how wet I am…”

“And you like it don’t you Sweetness?” Faith stroked her face, her hand that could be so fierce, so cruel, gentle, making Joyce shudder as she leaned her face into the caress. “You love being showed off…in public…so everyone can see what a whore you are?”

Joyce nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said. “I do…I suppose…I mean it’s…” she took a breath. “It’s humiliating…” she looked up at her lover. “But I’ve learned that lesson darling…it’s good for me…and I love that you like to show me off – so everyone knows that I’m yours…*your* whore! I love that they can all look at me…but only *you* get to fuck me…only you get to *spank* me…no-one else gets to have me…not unless you say so...” Shaking a little with passion she leaned in, her naked breasts pressing against Faith’s shirt; her mouth by her lover’s ear. “Please darling…take my panties off now...let everyone see this slutty whore’s *wet*, *sticky* pussy…show them you own me…show them again what a slut I am…a slut you’re fucking…”

Faith grinned shaking her head.

“Amazing…” she breathed. “Up then…” and she gestured for Joyce to stand up; and moments later the older woman’s panties were slipping over her hips and down her legs to her ankles. Faith held them as Joyce stepped out of them before tossing them onto the table.

“Open your legs Sweetness,” Faith ordered softly as she drew Joyce down again to sit beside her; and as Joyce took her seat she placed a controlling hand on the older woman’s thigh drawing her knees apart.

Drowning in sluttish submission Joyce obeyed easily, spreading her legs and her lover’s hand slid up her thigh to glide into the slick, wet pout of her lovemouth.

“Ohhhh,” Joyce moaned as the young woman who had come to rule every part of her existence teased her, circling her clit.

“Shall I get you off then Sweetness?” Faith asked with a wry lilt in her voice. Her fingers danced in Joyce’s Sex, on her pebble.

“Ohhhh…ohhhffffuhhh…i-if y-you want dahhrling…oooooooh!” Her toes curled.

“Everyone is watching you Sweetness. They’ll all see you come for me?”

“Ohhh…oh y-yess…yes please darling…show them…p-please…ohhh g-g-gohddd…oh yes…ahhhhhh…” Joyce moaned, twitching, her feet kicking as Faith’s fingers began to milk her clitoris and little sparks of sensation shot out from the sensitive little nugget, expanding quickly into lightening running through her veins, arcing in her core.

It didn’t take long.

For a moment, it was as if the bar had taken a breath. The band faltered, their tune fading and there was silence as she cried out moaning, arcing, before it was broken by a smattering of applause.

Joyce slumped, shattered in Faith’s arms. Her legs were still flung wide and her lover’s fingers still dabbled inside her core as tiny explosions of pleasure went off inside her making her shudder.

Deeply moved Faith held her close moving her glistening fingers from Joyce’s core to her mouth slipping them inside.

“Suck, baby” she said softly.

Joyce’s lashes fluttered as she tasted, savouring her honey and her cheeks hollowed obediently as she applied suction. Her head bobbed and she moaned softly lashing the fingers with her tongue to clean off her juices.

Faith groaned at the sensation, at her mature lover’s supplication and she moved her mouth over the tumbling golden curls.

“Sweetness…” she breathed.

The troublesome Buffy was far from their thoughts.

***

Intermezzo:

Jenny Calendar wasn’t sure whether to frown or smile at what she found.

In the middle of her desk were two pairs of panties. They were small, pretty, lacy, flimsy confections; one a lemon-yellow thong the other a pair of low cut hipsters in pale pink with white lace trim.

Making sure that she was alone Jenny picked them up one by one to check them. They were still warm with the slightest dampness detectable. She smiled again.

“I wonder…” she said to herself lifting them in turn to test their scent. “Mmmm…” she purred. “Yes…very nice.” The scent of desire imbued the fabric and it filled her senses. Jenny was familiar with the many different scents of female arousal and while they both smelled musky with arousal they were different, distinctive. While the thong had a sharper perfumed scent the hipsters smelled deeper almost floral but both were sweetly feminine; delicious. “Now which pair of little tarts do these belong to?” she mused.

Moments later the bell rang and she slipped them hurriedly into the drawer of her desk as her class arrived.

She surveyed her arriving class certain that the owners of the two pairs of underwear were most likely to be found among their number. Why else would they have been placed for her to find at that very moment?

Surveying the students, she excluded those whom she knew were unfortunate enough to be currently in relationships with boys. That left 8. The fact that there were two pairs of panties rather than three meant that Penny, Julie and Dylan could be excluded. Not that she thought that they would be unwilling; it was no secret that they were gay but it was also well known that the three of them were involved in a teen lesbian troika and they never did *anything* that did not involve all three of them. There was no doubt that, were *they* responsible, there would have been three pairs of panties on her desk.

She was also sure that Claire was not responsible. It was an open secret that the young cheerleader had a crush on gym coach Gray. It was a little less widely known that Coach seemed happy to enjoy the petite, athletic sixteen-year old’s all too obviously proffered charms. She shuddered determined that *she* would not put her professional responsibility ahead of her appetites and she thought back to her latest conquest; former student Torrance. She, at least, had always been content to wait for her students to graduate before seducing them.

Which left just four possibilities Shannon and Sandy and, Dawn and Janice.

Surreptitiously she let her gaze play over the four of them and as she did so she became aware of the eyes of Dawn and Janice on her from the front row and she was suddenly certain.

And then confirming her impression, she watched as they both gave her a smile and moving as one, they eased their legs apart. It was obviously no accident, and as they opened their legs, she was presented with the evidence of their nakedness beneath their scandalously short skirts.

Jenny’s heart raced. Suddenly she wanted nothing more to dismiss the rest of the class and put the two, cute little teen sluts across her knee to give them both the long, hard spanking their teasing and flirted merited.

Taking a deep breath, she met their gaze with her eyes as hard as she could make them and she was delighted to see them blush nervously; biting their lips and closing their legs to squeeze their thighs together.

She smiled, narrowing her eyes to show them who was in control and turned to begin the lesson.

She let her eyes flick over them periodically through class enjoying the way they squirmed as they watched her, longingly.

When the bell went, she called the two of them back as their classmates left.

Reaching into her desk drawer she extracted their panties.

The two teenage temptresses seemed to vibrate with excitement as she eyed them up and down.

“I won’t say I didn’t enjoy your little flash of pink ladies…it was very nice…and these…” she held up the two pairs of panties. “These are delightful…but unfortunately, much though I would love to warm your slutty bottoms. the school authorities don’t approve of dealing with young tarts like you in the way that I’d like to.” She looked at them hard and they shivered. “…though someone ought to tell Coach Gray that…” she added under her breath. “But thank you for the present anyway…so much better than an apple.” She held up the two pairs of panties. “I hope you won’t be needing them back before you change for gym class…” She flashed them a wry smile before replacing the two items of underwear back in her drawer.

Dismissed the two teens frowned in frustartion and they turned to leave.

As they did so Jenny Calendar called after them. “But perhaps you can have them back after you graduate…once you’ve paid for them…”

They looked back to see her waggling her eyebrows at them; her dark almond shaped eyes flashing, intense and a shudder ran down two teens’ spines.

***

Her skirt hoisted, Joyce’s moan became something of a giggle as Faith continued to explore the warm flesh of her spank pinked bottom.

“You know I think I’ll never get tired of spanking your ass Sweetness…it’s so pretty when it’s all pink and hot…you look so cute…so hot when you’ve had your fanny warmed up… and you start to writhe and squirm…tears just beginning to well up…your pussy juices starting to flow…mmmm…”

She spanked her again landing a swift salvo of crisp swats on her heated bottom.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahh! Ohhhh!”

“And you just love it don’t you baby – that feeling of giving up control to me – for me to do what I want to you?”

“Oooooh! Ooooh! Owww! Y-yuh-yes!” Joyce gasped, wiggling her ass as her lover’s hands gentled again sweeping over her burning bottom renewing their intimate exploration; slipping down into the crease of her buttocks, tracing the thong of her panties, pulling it aside as she slid down beneath her to find soft liquid flesh.

“Ohhhhhfffuh-Faith…” Joyce groaned as the younger woman entered her and she arched her back a little further leaning forwards against the bathroom wall, pushing out her ass.

“That’s it baby…” Faith purred. “Such a wet pussy Sweetness…you sure you didn’t you want me to fuck you over your desk then baby? Hmmm?” Her lover asked as she eased Joyce’s thong down her legs.

“Ohhh…s-someone m-might have come in darling…ooooffff-ohhhhh…” Joyce moaned, squirming, pumping her hips as her lover’s fingers worked inside her. “B-but y-you *know* I’ll do *anything* you tell me baby…mmmm-ohhhh!”

Faith grinned. “Mmmmm…yes you will…another time Sweetness…come on now slut…let’s get some cock into you…”

Joyce groaned. She didn’t hear the Gallery door open, nor the noise of the street that it let in as Faith turned her around to press her back against the wall in the narrow space. Joyce gasped at the contact of her hot, aching flesh with the cool wall as Faith took the dildo in her fist. “Up you get Sweetness.” She said helping Joyce up to place her legs either side of her so her feet were perched on the wash-basin.

“Ahhhhhhh...” Joyce groaned, gasping as the dildo’s head met the mouth of her womanhood to slide up inside her, stretching her elastic walls as it did. “Oooohhh…” she crooned appreciatively as it sank deep. “Oh! Oh yes darling…in my *cunt* Faith…oh my…oh darling…oh gohhhhd…so gooooooohhhhhdd…fuhhhhhck!” she moaned as Faith began to fuck her.

Out in the gallery the door closed behind Dayna Penshaw. The auburn-haired woman looked around her. Her friend was no-where to be seen but from the restroom at the back of the Gallery came the sound of Sex; of pleasure; of wanton surrender.

“Ohhh…ohhhh…ohh g-gohhhd…oh f-fuhck…oh fuck…ahhh-ahh-ahhhh…ohhh fuhhhhhhhck…y-yes…oh yes…a please…fuck me…fuck my pussy…oh fuck me harder…like a slut…ohhh…ohhhh…a sluh-h-uhtty…fuhh-uhhcking…huhh-huhh-whore…ohhhhh…”

Dayna’s eyes widened as the sound reached her and she ran a hand through her hair as she realised what it was.

“Good grief…that’s Joyce…she’s…being fucked…oh…I hope for *her* sake that it’s Faith back there with her!”

Joyce’s toes curled, her feet braced against the wash-basin her shoulders pressing against the wall behind her in the narrow space. From her right ankle hung the tiny scrap of her little pink panties. Crying noisily as Faith, her overalls at her ankles, slammed the dildo into her, the older woman clung to her lover, her arms wrapped over Faith’s shoulders, around her neck partly hanging on, partly holding her close.

Her Sex sucked on the dildo; her lovelips clinging to the shaft as it plunged into the depths of her core and her slick, velvet walls rippled with greedy pleasure. The dildo was curved, textured and its ridges stroked, chafing against the soft velvety pad of her sweet-spot with every searing thrust.

“That’s it Sweetness…there you go…deep inside your slutty cunt…oh yeah…that’s right…take it baby…squeeze it…squeeze it with your cunt so you feel it…mmmmm…can you feel it?”

“Ohhhhhhh…” Joyce moaned as she obeyed clamping with her soft walls around the dildo’s hardness. “Y-yuh…yuh-yes…f-fuh-feels g-gooooood!”

“Oh yeah…good girl…that’s my dirty little slut…I can hardly pull it out of you you’re gripping so tight!” Faith continued “Keep squeezing Sweetness,” and she slammed the cock back into Joyce.

“Ohhh-ahhhh!” the older woman groaned obeying as her lover fucked her. “Ohh-ahhhh-ahhh-ahh-ahh-ahh-unnnhhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-oooohhhh!”

“Good girl Sweetness…you ready to come for me now eh? Mmmm? Oh yeah you are! Aren’t you Joyce?”

“Uhhhh…uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh,” Joyce answered grunting with every thrust. “Uhhh…oh-oh-oh-ohhh…oh yuh…oh yuhh…oh y-yessss…r-ready darling…p-please darling…ohhh…ohhhhh p-purh-p-puh-please m-m-make me Faith darling p-puh-please…muh-muh-make me c-cuh-uh-uhhhmmm…”

Her hips bucking uncontrollably, she felt herself once more tipping over into the abyss as Faith’s belly slapped against hers. The younger woman leaned back a little arching, rising up on to her toes, to drive upwards into the golden haired older woman’s tautly receptive channel.

‘Perving like this is becoming a habit’, Dayna reflected wryly leaning her head to one side, listening in closely as Joyce cried out her lover’s name. The russet haired woman smiled, enjoying the sound; feeling a pleasant tingling in the pit of her core. ‘Mmmmm…oh my – and it sure sounds like Faith certainly knows how to fuck her though…and who knew you were such a screamer Joyce?’ she thought with admiration as she listened to the sound of her friend as she climaxed, crying out.

‘God…listen to her coming. Fuck! Oh my…oh that’s so *hot*! Good girl Joyce! Such a slutty tramp! Listen to her scream! Oh yes! She’s coming so hard…such a slutty *tramp*!’

“Ohhhh! Ohhhh gohhhd Faith…yesssss…ohhhh p-please…ohhh darling…” came Joyce’s cries from the restroom. “Oh I’m coming…oh gohhd…Faiiiith…ohhhh…y-yu-yes…y-your wh-whore…cuh-coming…I’m coming…ohhh I’m coming…I’m cuhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmminggggaaahhhhhhhh!”

Joyce’s body tightened unbearably, becoming rigid, her Sex a vice around the cock-stand. It was as if she was suspended, impaled on the phallus; as if only the taut liquid clasp of her womanhood held her upright in place. And then, there was a moment of pause; a teetering on the brink before a splash and a shuddering spasm of release as her hips pumped and she cried, wailing, orgasm claiming her again.

“Oh fuhhckkk…yes! That’s hot!” Dayna breathed clearly moved by the sound. Her hand stroked her neck, her fingers gliding along her collar bone before sweeping down the full, heaving pillows to where a stiffly peaked nipple bulged within the straining fabric of her bra and blouse. She hissed a gasp of pleasure at the contact, the soft fabric of her bra a rasp against the enflamed flesh of her erection as sparks flickered through her, shooting into her core. Sliding lower to press between her legs through her tailored pants, her thighs squeezing on her hand she let out a soft sigh. “Mmmmm,” she breathed. “Need pussy…need *that*!”

Then, calming herself as her friend’s noisy orgasm subsided, she turned to look around the gallery. Spotting a collection of lesbian themed nudes hanging to one side she paused, lingering over them appreciatively

Her core ached. There was heat and dampness between her legs.

‘Nice…’ she mused admiring a charcoal sketch of a woman dressed only in a tight boned corset and stockings while another, severe looking, woman’s hand squeezed her bare bottom. Dark tram-lines marked the rounded flesh and her head was bowed turned towards her stern companion; tears stained her cheek.

She was still admiring the picture when her friend and her lover emerged from the restroom.

“D-Dayna…h-hi…” Joyce greeted her stammering, striving to straighten her clothes. The golden-haired woman was clearly flushed still, in the aftermath of passion.

Dayna smiled to see her friend blush. Her embarrassment at what she knew she must have heard was all too deliciously apparent.

Her young lover’s hand was on her ass.

Joyce’s dress was close fitted over her bosom and waist. Flattering her figure, flaring out from her hips it was a little too short, showing more of her thighs than entirely appropriate and the neckline plunged deeply from lacy shoulder straps. Blushing Joyce straightened her stocking tops and adjusted the dress’s straps before smoothing down her skirts. She pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled wearily, weakly at her friend.

“I-I’m s-sorry...have you been here long?” Joyce asked, her voice unsteady.

“Oh, long enough…” Dayna smiled knowingly.

“Oh…I-I…we…we were just – err…busy…” Joyce stammered, blushing.

“Yeah…I heard *exactly* how busy you were getting, sweetie,” Dayna said drily looking askance at Joyce, making her blush again.

“Oh…oh…oh dear…” Joyce breathed.

“Well you weren’t exactly quiet Joyce dear…you were screaming to wake the dead,” Dayna added her smile becoming a grin. “I must say – I was impressed!”

She looked from Joyce to Faith as the younger woman began to fasten up her overalls.

Faith gave her a sort of crooked, sly smile that made her look like the cat with the cream.

“Thanks Dayna,” she said. “I like to think I do good work!”

Dayna answered Faith with a nod.

“Well, I’m sure that you do…going by the way you had Joyce screaming!” She grinned.

Slinging her arm, possessively around Joyce Faith leaned in to kiss her lover hard. “Mmmmm…yeah, she’s a screamer…but I do know how to fuck you right, don’t I Sweetness?”

“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned softly; blushing. “Mm-hmm…yes darling...y-you certainly do darling!”

“Good girl Sweetness,” Faith replied nuzzling the older woman’s neck. “Well I reckon my work here is done so I’d better be getting back to the shop…” She shot Dayna a self-assured smirk and releasing the golden haired older woman from her embrace she sauntered towards the door. “See you at home Sweetness…and don’t let this one get you into trouble again…”

Joyce blushed. “Oh – I-I won’t Faith – I promise…b-but she didn’t get me into trouble before…it was all my fault…”

“Yeah…I reckon it was…” Faith said.

“I-I said I was sorry darling.”

Dayna watched on with a smile at the interplay. She knew exactly what Faith meant by getting Joyce into trouble after her friend had confessed about what had happened to her when she had got home late – and tipsy – on the night she had first picked up Cordelia.

“It’s ok baby…I know you did. I’m only teasing. You paid the price Sweetness – punishment administered – penalty served.” Faith’s voice was soft, gentle with affection as she reassured her lover, cupping her cheek tenderly, her thumb stroking. “We’re all good now baby.”

Joyce felt herself melting as she sank into her lover’s embrace and they kissed.

Dayna felt a stirring; that now familiar flicker of something that wasn’t entirely Sexual at the sight of the two lovers’ deep passion for one another. Suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable at the sense of longing, envy at their happiness; their deep emotional bond.

But then the moment passed as the kiss ended and Faith, releasing Joyce, turned back towards the door. She winked at Dayna. “You know, you can’t beat a Summers girl,” she said and then she paused with a grin. “Well, actually, you *can*…in fact you *should* do…regularly!” and she took a tiny scrap of pale pink fabric from her pocket to hold it out to the older woman. “These are for you Dayna…” she said, dropping it into her hand as she slid past her with a grin.

Dayna looked at the tiny pale pink wad of satin and lace. They were unmistakably damp. She looked back towards Faith.

“I-I don’t understand Faith I’m afraid?” she said, raising an eyebrow at the younger woman.

Faith grinned, shrugging. “Thought you might like them Dayna!” She turned back towards her lover. “See you at home Sweetness.” she said as she kissed her goodbye. “Looking forward to that new babydoll…”

Joyce smiled biting her lip. “’bye darling!” Joyce answered watching her lover leave, strutting.

Dayna looked at the wad of fabric; a pair of pale pink panties, flimsy and diaphanous; damp, fragrant. She frowned puzzled at her friend.

“Th-they’re mine,” Joyce said softly with a renewed blush.

“I guessed,” Dayna said, a little confused. “But…well…why?”

Joyce shrugged, looking a little shy. “I-I don’t know but I guess Faith wanted to make sure you know I’m commando.”

Dayna looked from the panties to Joyce with an intent look that made the golden-haired woman shiver.

“Yes…I see…I suppose you are…”

Joyce blushed.

“I-it’s just another way for her to show me I belong to her…sh-she’s young…she likes showing me off. She likes everyone to know I’m hers – her slut! It’s sweet really, when you think about it…”

“You’re certainly a sweet couple Joyce,” Dayna said feeling that sharp sense envy, of wanting something more again. Then she looked at the panties again. “Do you want them back?”

“Oh no…thanks!” Joyce answered brightly, smiling. “Faith gave them to you. You should keep them.”

“Well…if you put it like that…ok…I suppose I will...” The brunette inspected them again. Lifting them to her nose to scent the perfumed, musky arousal that had infused them seemed the most natural think in the world to her.

“Mmmm…damp…you smell nice Joyce…your pussy must have been very wet!” she said approvingly.

“Th-thank you Dayna,” Joyce replied, looking a little bashful again as Dayna tucked them into her purse. “I-it was.” She shrugged.

“So…Sex at work…lucky girl!” Dayna grinned. “Sounded good?”

Joyce nodded, taking in a deep breath. And then releasing it she smiled at her friend. “Fantastic…my knees are still a weak!” she said, waggling her eyebrows.

“I’m not surprised after the way you were screaming!” Dayna observed making Joyce blush. “But tell me Joyce – did Faith spank you first?’ She asked, her face taking on an avid sort of look and Joyce answered her with another waggle of the eye brows.

“You should have been here a little earlier if you wanted to know that…” she replied a little pertly. “But you know Faith takes care of *all* my needs…even the ones I never even knew I had…and you know I do *need* to be spanked regularly to keep me in place!” she said rubbing her bottom pointedly as she did so and the two of them shared another laugh together.

“I’m sure you do! You know, you’re a lucky woman Joyce Summers,” Dayna said smiling at her friend.

“I know,” she said dreamily. “People keep saying that – but I know it already!”

They talked comfortably for a while just like they always had. After a while Joyce asked.

“So, how’s your hunt going?”

“My *hunt*?”

“Yeah – you know – your search for your perfect little lesbian Sex slave?”

Dayna blushed a little and she gave a small shrug. “Oh…that…” she said.

“No luck?”

Dayna shook her head. “No – not really…couple of dates…”

“Not with…your usual?” Joyce asked and her friend shook her head. “Anyone I know?”

“I don’t think so.”

“But they didn’t work out?”

“Not really – I mean the Sex was pretty good…in fact *very* good but…you know...it just wasn’t…you know…” she shrugged again.

“I’m sorry Dayna…”

Dayna shrugged again. “Look – I’m going over to Reggie’s…to try my luck,” she said. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

Joyce shook her head looking sideways at her friend.

“Hmmm…are you *trying* to get me in trouble again Dayna Penshaw?” she asked rolling her eyes. “I do *not* need your help getting another caning, after last time!”

The auburn-haired woman gave Joyce with a look of mock offence.

“Well I *wasn’t*…” she replied and she smirked, her eyes sparkling. “But when you put it like that sweetie…I’m sure a good thrashing would be *very* good for you!”

“Ohhh…oh Dayna…don’t…” Joyce breathed, her voice soft as she felt her pulse fluttering between her legs.

“Are you sure?” Dayna asked with mischief in her eyes.

“Oh *yes*!” Joyce breathed emphatically. “I’m *sure*! My fanny is probably going to get paddled again tonight *without* your help thank you very much!”

“Well I’m glad to hear it!” Dayna smirked. “Because *I’m* sure a well paddled bottom is exactly what a tramp like you needs before she spreads her legs wide open for her lover, Joyce Summers!”

Joyce shuddered at the force in the other woman’s voice; the intensity in her eyes as she stared at her dominantly. Her Sex ached and she felt a sudden certainty that Dayna was about hit on her; and in that precise moment the golden-haired woman wasn’t at all sure that she would be able to say no to her.

“Isn’t it…*slut*?” the auburn-haired woman asked her face hardening and she moved closer. Her voice was husky in her ear, her breath warm.

The scent of her hair swept over Joyce. “Ohhh…oh *gosh*!” she panted, feeling herself moisten, sure that her friend was going to put her over her knee in order to persuade her to open her legs for her. “Oh my!” she gasped and she *knew* then, as she felt her friend’s more generous breasts against hers, that she would not be able to resist if she did so.

She gave a thin moan, almost a squeak of dismay and her head seemed to swirl dizzyingly. “Ohhhh…p-please…” the golden-haired dame whimpered though she wasn’t quite sure if she was pleading for Dayna to leave her alone or whether she hoped that she would decide to spank her.

But she didn’t need to worry. Dayna’s face suddenly softened and her smile became less severe, less cruel and she gave her friend a wink.

“It’s ok Joyce,” she said, teasing. “Don’t worry – you’re quite safe from me sweetie…I won’t fuck another woman’s property…but you are such a sub Joyce…and you’re so easy to play!”

“Ohhh…ohhh!” Joyce said catching her breath. “Oh my…g-g-good job I’m not wearing panties…” she breathed with a wry look, her thighs damp.

Dayna smiled and they chatted for a few moments moving easily, as good friends, do from subject to subject.

After a while Dayna gave her a grin and a peck on the cheek and, unable to persuade her to join her for a drink, she left, heading to Reggies, saying that tonight might be the night she found the one she was looking for. “If not…I’m sure Cordy or Anya…or Harmony will be happy to distract me…” she smiled crookedly at her friend with a shrug.

***

After Dayna’s departure, Joyce did not wait long to shut up the Gallery. There were no more callers and, eagerly anticipating her lover’s return from work, she headed home to freshen up, showering before she changed into the skimpy lingerie that Faith had selected for her.

She did not expect the doorbell when it rang but she hurried to answer it, not at all sure who to expect on the step. As she did so she shuddered, wishing once again that she was permitted a wrap or gown to cover her near naked modesty. But she had learned the hard way that such things were forbidden and several delivery drivers and other visitors had recently been treated to an eyeful of scantily dressed housewife to brighten their days.

And so, she answered the door with her usual trepidation and embarrassment at who she might find.

Whoever it was that Joyce expected to find on her doorstep it was not Dayna Penshaw in the company of her lover.

Discovering her friend on the step was un-nerving to say the least. Dayna at least had the good manners to blush as Joyce answered the door.

But for Joyce there was a sudden rush of panic and embarrassed mortification at the sight of her friend standing next to the dark haired young woman whose passion ruled her life.

“Look who I found at Reggies!” Faith said brightly with a sly look.

“Faith…d-darling…D-D-Dayna!” Joyce stuttered, suddenly all too keenly aware of her revealing baby-doll. She felt hot as deep, sudden pink swept her.

The fabric of both her baby-doll and matching panties was revealingly translucent in a pale peach colour. It hid nothing. Her nipples were darkly prominent through a straining restraint that barely seemed able to hold the weight of her breasts and through her tiny, low rise hipster panties she knew her friend could make out the plump, clefted lips of her Sex.

“Yeah – seems it’s Cordy and Anya’s night off – and Harmony already had a date so Dayna’s free. We got talking – mainly about you Sweetness. She mentioned your conversation this afternoon…”

“Ohhh…ohhh g-gosh,” Joyce gasped in dismay on the doorstep, blushing deeply, her breasts jiggling nervously inside the flimsy baby-doll.

Seeming to recover her composure quickly Dayna grinned enjoying the genuine embarrassment, the humiliation on her submissive friend’s face; the way she shook and blushed.

“That’s right isn’t it Joyce? We had a *very* nice chat this afternoon, didn’t we?”

“Oh m-my…w-well Dayna...y-yes…I-I…I g-guess…” she nodded hesitantly. “Y-yes i-it’s t-true…” she said, her voice small. “I s-suppose...”

“Let’s move inside – make ourselves more comfortable,” Faith said and they moved into the living room letting Joyce close the door behind them.

Following behind Joyce found them sitting, watching her expectantly.

She hesitated and her heart raced, uncertain, panicky.

Faith raised an eyebrow.

“I love that little baby-doll…what do you think Dayna doesn’t she look so cute in it?”

Dayna nodded appreciatively, her eyes roving over her, drinking in what she saw.

“Yes, she does…very cute…” she said, purring. “I like how it shows off her ass so prettily…”

Faith smiled, nodding. “Mmmm…yeah…you’re right…come on Sweetness, let’s see your fanny baby,” she instructed.

“Ohh…ohhh my...oh gosh…” Joyce moaned but she moved towards where her lover and her friend had seated themselves on the sofa. She looked at Faith hoping for a signal in her eyes but there was nothing. Mortified, she turned, pushing her bottom towards them so her baby-doll rode up a little.

But it wasn’t enough for Faith.

“Come on Sweetness – push that ass out – let’s see it properly!” she said and Joyce’s body quaked. Slowly she responded, arching her back and lifting up the hem to expose her pantied bottom.

She knew that her scanty, gauzy panties hid almost nothing and blushing deeply she leaned forwards to show off her rump.

“Ohh…ohhh my…that is *nice*!” she heard Dayna breathe. There was a sense of delighted appreciation in her voice and Joyce shook.

Between her legs her nubbin throbbed, pulsing and her Sex moistened betraying her again.

“Come on then Sweetness…” she said. “Move close…let Dayna have a good look at your tail Joyce…”

Joyce blushed again feeling a sudden surge of humiliation at being presented to her friend, but she did not hesitate and moving closer she arched her back again.

“Mmmm…that looks…lovely…” Dayna continued her voice breathy as she leaned forwards to look closely. “You know you have a very nice, spankable bottom Joyce dear…”

“Th-thank you Dayna,” Joyce answered with a blush.

“It really is so very pretty,” Dayna breathed again. “It must look delicious when it’s pink and sore! W-would you mind if I touched it Joyce?”

“Ohh…oh g-gosh…i-it’s not up to me Dayna,” Joyce replied with a groan.

The other woman turned towards Faith. “Would you mind Faith?” she asked.

The young brunette gave a shake of the head.

“No,” she said. “It’s ok…”

Joyce’s buttocks were almost at Dayna’s eye level and she reached to run her hand over their inadequately covered flesh, palming her cheeks, squeezing, fondling them.

Joyce squeezed her eyes shut at the shame of it as she felt her friend’s hand roam her bottom.

“Ohhh…” she breathed.

Dayna’s face took on an intense look. Fascinated her fingers swept over the softness of her curved buttocks, cupping, squeezing. She felt the flesh quiver as a shudder passed through Joyce.

“Mmmmm…nice and round and soft…”

“Would you like to spank her?” Faith asked, her voice strained, hoarse, eliciting a gasp from both the mature women.

“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned, understanding all too well what was happening. No doubt Faith had planned it. Humiliatingly she was going to be spanked by her friend after all and Dayna would have the pleasure of making her cry; making her beg; commanding her submission. “Ohhh…oh nohhh!” she sobbed.

But it achieved nothing.

The auburn haired older woman looked askance at the young woman, and her dark brows arched in surprise.

“A-are you *sure*?” she asked, leaning forward in her seat; a sense of urgency radiating from her. She licked her lips.

Unbidden Joyce’s hips rocked, her buttocks swaying. She whimpered, moaning and her Sex throbbed, pulsing wetly, treacherously.

Faith nodded. “Of course…” she said matter of factly as if nothing could be more normal. “It’ll just be another lesson for her to learn from...besides…you’d like Dayna to spank you, wouldn’t you Joyce?”

“Ohhhh...oh g-gosh…” Joyce moaned, hesitating. “I-I…I s-suppose…ohhh…oh m-my…y-yes F-Faith d-darling…I-I w-would…” she admitted, sobbing at the truth.

“But why Joyce?” Dayna asked. Her voice coy but breathless, clearly moved by her friend’s easy, wanton submission, her willing acceptance of discipline. “I know you know how much it hurts – you don’t like the pain do you Joyce?”

“Ohhh...n-nohhh Dayna...i-it’s b-b-because…ohhh…I-I’m a s-slut Dayna…a d-dirty little lezzie slut who *needs* to be spanked…who needs to be punished…” Joyce said panting, her entire body suffusing pink with humiliation.

“Mmmm…I see Joyce…of course…” Dayna purred. “Well yes…you are Joyce...you *do* need to be punished don’t you…” She leaned closer and raised her hand to bring it hard against the left-hand cheek of Joyce’s bottom with a satisfactory smacking sound.

“Oh-ooooh!” Joyce gasped gently as her buttock bounced. A blossoming of heat pinked her bottom.

“Oh-ohhhh!” she gasped again as a second spank jogged her bottom on the other side.

“Mmmm…yes…*very* spankable…mmm…very nice…” her friend murmured and she spanked her again.

“Oooohhh…” Joyce moaned softly.

Faith watched with a keen delight on her face as her lover gasped and Dayna’s hand landed again.

“Can you feel that Joyce?” the young, dark haired woman asked.

“Ohhh…oh y-yes darling…ohhhh…”

“And how’s it feel?”

“Owww…h-hurts darling…ahhh! M-makes me f-feel…ohhh!”

“What does it make you feel Sweetness?” Faith cut in.

“Ohh-oww…l-l-like a slut darling…ohhh…ahhh…” Joyce bowed her head. “B-being spanked…m-makes me f-feel l-like a sluh-hht…owww!”

“Whose slut Sweetness?”

“Ohh…oh-owww…y-your slut darling…ahhh…always yours…*your* slut darling…ahh…ahhhh!”

“Good…you can spank her harder now Dayna.”

“Are you sure?” Dayna asked but she looked delighted and she brought down her hand again, harder this time, making Joyce’s buttock jolt and bounce.

“Mmmm…that is pretty…is that hard enough Joyce?”

“Ohh…ohh oooh…y-yes Dayna…ohhh…ohhh…owwwwww!”

“Are you sure Joyce?” the mature brunette asked as she landed a short tirade of firm, crisp smacks on Joyce’s proffered rump making her moan and whimper.

“Y-yes Dayna…owww…ow-owww…ohhh…owwwwch!”

“Hmmmm…I’m not so sure…” Dayna quipped with growing confidence; and without let up the rain of spanks continued apace, growing harder as they landed on Joyce’s bottom.

“Ohhhh…ohhh…owww…owww…oooooohhhh…ahhh…oh-owwww…owww-ouuuchhhuhhh...ahhhhh...owww...ahhhhh!” It was familiar refrain to Joyce as her bottom began to burn.

The spanks were hard, heavy, painful now – delivered with a flick of Dayna’s wrist to sting and burn, sending jolting hurt through her.

“Ohhhh! Oh-owwww! Oh D-Dayna…oh please…ahhhh…ahhh-ahhhhh-ahhhhhhhh!”

“Would you mind if I took her panties off?” Dayna asked Faith, pausing as she did so.

Joyce moaned. “Oh nohhh…oh p-please Faith…D-Dayna…please d-don’t!” she pleaded, new embarrassment consuming her.

But she knew her pleas would be useless.

“Sure Dayna.” Faith said. There was something tight, avid in her voice.

Joyce recognised that tone; the hungry sound of her lover’s growing arousal and she knew that she was going to suffer before the night ended.

“Thank you, Faith,” Dayna said her politeness conspicuously incongruous as she began to peel Joyce’s tiny panties down to expose her bottom completely.

Joyce knew the evidence of where her treacherous body had dampened the inside of her underwear would be plain for Dayna to see.

“Hmmm…damp again Joyce…” her friend purred with approval as she eased them down her legs. Once bared, she ran her hand over her naked flesh exploring, sampling the spread of her flanks where her hand had heated them. “You really are *such* a slut aren’t you Joyce?”

“Ohhh…ohhh…g-gosh…y-yuh-yes Dayna…” Joyce answered with a sob of surrender.

“Mmmmm…open your legs for me Joyce.” The auburn-haired woman ordered softly.

Joyce obeyed, moving her feet apart with a sob, her panties stretching taut between her ankles. She could almost feel Dayna’s gaze on the lush, liquid flesh of her pouting lovemouth.

Joyce moaned, shuddering as Dayna parted her cheeks with her left hand to expose the secret knot of her anus. Humiliation swarmed over Joyce filling her as her friend’s finger slid over her tight little starfish, probing.

“How do you feel Sweetness?” Faith asked, the younger woman moving closer to stroke her lover’s hair.

“Ohhh…oh s-slu-slutty…oh-oh g-gohhhd…s-sohhh-mmmmnnn…e-e-embarrassing!”

“You’re used to taking it in here aren’t you Joyce?” Dayna asked, pressing harder, beginning to breach her tight resistance. “Do you come when you are fucked in here Joyce…in your slutty ass?”

“Ohhh...oooooohhhhfffffuhhh…” Joyce shook as her sphincter yielded and her bottom took her friend’s finger to the first knuckle. Her tight little mouth fluttered, seeming to suck on Dayna’s finger and she groaned, her hips rolling, twitching in response. Her eyes were clenched shut; her face strained with dismay and shame and arousal as Dayna probed. “Ohhh...oh y-yes Dayna…ooooh I d-d-dooooo!”

Her thighs were damp and her body quaked; wanton lust raged through her.

“Mmmmmm…good…” Dayna purred. “Of course you do slut…” She corkscrewed her finger inside her friend’s rectum, pushing inside, stimulating her and Joyce moaned sobbing and blushing, a tremor of anguished pleasure quaking through her as Dayna fingered her bottom deeply.

“Oooohhhhhhfffffffff!” she groaned, arching as her bottom took the finger all the way. Her hips churned as her friend pumped deep inside her. “Ohhh…ohhh g-gohhd…ooohhh…oh f-fuhhhck!”

“Spank her again now, Dayna,” Faith interrupted after a moment, orchestrating matters, her voice easy. “She’s ready now!”

Dayna’s face took on an intent look as she eased her finger back out of Joyce’s rectum ceasing her intimate exploration and Joyce groaned sobbing as she was left empty. Her ring seemed to strain as if trying to recapture her friend’s finger.

“Ohh! Ohhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Owwwwwahhhh! Ahhhhhh!” Joyce cried as Dayna resumed her assault on her submissive friend’s now naked flanks, her hand striking again. The fullness of Joyce’s bottom bounced and shook and her hips swayed as her tender pink flesh darkened, burning now; and pain radiated outwards suffusing her with torrid distress; heated desire.

“Mmm…your bottom is so pink Joyce...mm-mmmm…oh and it jiggles so nicely when it’s spanked…”

“Ahh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!” came Joyce’s only reply, her cries marking each successive spank.

“You’ve got a *trollop’s* bottom Joyce!” Dayna cried in delight, the raging heat between her own thighs a furnace of lust. Internally she was comparing the swell of Joyce’s buttocks with Cordelia’s, Anya’s and Harmony’s. Their slimmer, tauter peaches moved differently as they bounced and jiggled but the deep roseate heat of their distress was the same as they cried. Joyce seemed to plead less than the three young women but her sobs seemed tenser, more strained; her humiliation undeniably deeper; her submission more heartfelt.

Her grin was intent with fierce arousal as she spanked her again.

After a while Faith encouraged Dayna to draw Joyce down, taking her across her knee to continue her spanking until the golden-haired dame’s tears flowed.

“Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Oh! Owwwwwwww!” Joyce complained, crying out loudly; her head tossing, her legs kicking behind her constrained by her panties at her ankles as her friend’s remorseless hand rained down. “Oh *please* Dayna! Owww! Owww! Owwww Ahhhh! Oh D-Dayna! Oh p-please! Oh please! Ahhh-owwww-ahhhhha! Ahhhhhhh…”

Dayna quickly began to wonder to herself if she had been mistaken about her friend pleading less than the younger girls as she kicked and wriggled delightfully, begging for her to stop.

Finding herself over another woman’s lap – not her young lover’s, where she was accustomed to be; where she was used submitting to the tear inducing discipline that said so much about her new found Sexuality, but her friend’s lap – she felt the deepest shame; the most profound humiliation as Dayna took full control of her, taking her hair in her left hand to hold her head up as she continued to punish her without cause or mercy.

And as Joyce suffered, submitting, her body became a crucible of wild Sexuality once again.

It was a different experience for her from when Faith had shared her with Kendra. Then there had been two of them, working together to overpower her; stretching and testing her; overwhelming her with punishment and domination. Now her lover was a willing spectator and there was only Dayna, her punishing hand rained down, who commanded her; who claimed her entire attention; *demanded* her individual submission; as only her lover had before.

And she knew that, next to her, her lover watched her ordeal with relish delighting her surrender; in her anguished humiliation and how the terrible depth of that shame made her arousal flare higher and higher in inevitable response. It was just as she had been conditioned; trained, and she was soon ready to be taken, her mind lost in a rush of wanton cravings; her body hot, liquid with longing and lust; ready to be ravished.

“Owwww…ahhhhhh…ohh please…ohpleaseohpleaseohplease…ohnohh-oh nohhh-oh nohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh…ahh-ahh-ahhhhh-ahhhhhhh-owwwwwwwwwwwww…oh pleaaaaaasssssssssssse-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

How long Dayna spanked Joyce for neither could have said. They seemed both to be lost in a trance, but after a while Dayna’s hand fell still and, as the golden-haired woman writhed sobbing over her lap, she turned to Faith.

Sitting across from them the young brunette’s eyes were dark, hooded and heavy with smoky desire. She made no attempt to disguise the languid way her hand moved inside her work clothes.

“W-would it be o-ok if I fucked her Faith?” Dayna asked in a breathless daze, her voice a strange, husky melange of delight and of lusty heat. Joyce groaned softly, her hips humping softly on her friend’s thighs.

Faith smiled, nodding.

“I think you should,” she said and Dayna answered with a grin.

“In which case – could I borrow a strap-on?” she asked. “A *big* one?”

Over her knee, Joyce groaned. Her hips jerked, grinding.

Minutes later Dayna now naked from the waist down except for the harness that held the huge silicone phallus tight to her groin – slacks, panties and shoes discarded, scattered across the living room in her urgency – moved to kneel between Joyce’s legs. Her friend lay now on her back on the living room floor, her aching, punished bottom heated, painful on the rug.

Her legs opened wide, she leaned backwards on her elbows tousled she still wore sandals her baby-doll hung from one shoulder, leaving her left breast bare and her panties still hung from her left ankle. Her breasts heaved and her hips rolled as she panted softly.

Dayna stared at the sight of her friend as she sprawled, spread wide, her body inviting her to take her. Between the softness her thighs, the pink folds of her Sex seemed to beckon her invitingly, liquid, oozing with desire below the smooth flesh of her pubis.

“Such a trollop…” she breathed softly, appreciatively as, moving closer, she drew Joyce’s legs upwards and apart to rest her calves on her upper arms. “Your ass is so hot and pink…mmmm…must *hurt* Joyce…but your pussy is so wet after your spanking Joyce…you’re such a slutty trollop aren’t you Joyce?”

“Ohhh…oh y-yes…” moaned Joyce, collapsing backwards to lie on the rug. Somehow she managed to blush again at the humiliating truth of her friend’s words as her hips were lifted and her body opened wide, readying her to be fucked by her friend. “Ohhh…oh y-yesss Dayna…” she whimpered as the dildo’s head bulbous met the wet kiss of her needy womanhood. “sluh-hhhhttttt…”

“Mmmm…good Joyce…”

“Ohh…oooohhhh!” she gasped as her friend leaned into her, pressing down so the cock-head slipped inside her, its head stretching her lovemouth. “Ohhh D-Dayna…ohhhhhhhfffff-f-f-fuhhhhhhckkk!” She groaned as she was filled and her legs were pressed wider by Dayna’s weight; and the dildo plunged deep into her depths until the auburn-haired woman’s thighs met hers and the harness pressed again her liquid flesh.

“Ahhh-oooohhhfffuhhh…”

“Oh Joyce…there you go slut! Take all of that dildo…” Dayna crooned. “Take it all the way into your wet, slutty pussy!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh-ahhhhhhh...” Joyce moaned. Pinned down, she shook in spasm as her centre quaked, her walls rippling around the dildo, clinging as it was eased out before Dayna thrust into her again. “Ohhh fuhhhhhckkkkk!”

Her eyes widened fluttering and her feet kicked as her body shook.

“That’s it Joyce…oh you *like* that don’t you Joyce…oh you’re such a trollop Joyce…is that good Joyce – your slutty pussy full of cock hmmm?”

“Ohhh…ohh…ohhh…ohhh…ohhhh fuhhhck…yuh-yes Dayna…so g-gooood…s-so f-full…ohhhhh…oh f-fuck me Dayna…p-puh-please…f-fuck m-my slutty wh-whore’s cuhhhhhnt…ahhh…”

Dayna grinned as she pinned her and her friend strained, writhing beneath her. She felt the sense of power at being able to dominate her so thoroughly sear though her senses like liquid lust and she began to pump her hips fucking the golden-haired Joyce harder now, making her body jolt, her head thrash, as she pounded her.

“Ohhhhh…ohh…ahhh...oh-ahh-uhh-uhh-uhhohhhfffuhh-unnnuhhh-uffff-ahhhh-oh-ohhh-ahhhh…f-fuhhhck…ohh…oh Dayna…oh fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…ohhh fuck me harder…ohhh…ohhhh gohhhhd…” Joyce wailed as the dildo glided deep into her over and over; filling her; fucking her, her body taking each thrust as it stretched her receptive depths, its head stirring her, stimulating her forcing her surrender to orgasm.

“Ohfuhhhck…oh Dayna…ohhh-hufff-unnnhhh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh…”

“That’s good Joyce…come for me now trollop…come for me slut…” Dayna ordered, her hips pounding the dildo in and out of Joyce’s depths. Reading how the other woman was responding; the sound and pitch of her moans; the way her body strained, shuddered she knew she was close. “Come on Joyce…come for me like the slutty trollop you are Joyce…come now!”

Joyce couldn’t have disobeyed if she’d tried. After her spanking, she was completely at Dayna’s mercy.

Above her she saw Faith, who had moved to peer down into her eyes, drinking in the sight of her surrender. Her lover’s eyes held hers, their deep dark depths blazing with passion and love.

“Ohhh…of F-F-Fuh-Faiyyyyth…” she gasped.

Her womanhood rippled, fluttering and clasping, her velvet walls contracting to strain, gripping on the dildo until ecstasy exploded from the deepest part of her being in a thunderous bursting flash of orgasm. Her Sex gushed a flood of jizz that splashed her friend’s thighs and she cried out a wordless howl of ecstasy as she became rigid beneath Dayna.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnufffffffffuhhhhhhgggghhhhnnnnnahhhhhhhhhh…”

“Ohhh…good girl…” Dayna panted her approval above her, sweat dripping from her brow; running between her shoulder blades; between her buttocks. Between her thighs below the dildo that remained buried in Joyce’s core, impaling her, a different moisture welled in a flood of her own. “What a trollop Joyce!” she said with a breathless delight. “Oh you *are* a whore, aren’t you Joyce?” she breathed.

“Unnnnnfffff…” Joyce moaned beneath her trying to nod in agreement as aftershocks of rippling tension fluttered through her, radiating out like waves from her womanhood, making her belly ripple; her eyes flutter; her breasts shudder; her feet kick and her toes curl.

Faith grinned sitting back enjoying the delightful view of her lover’s aftermath as she sprawled beneath the other woman and Dayna leaned forward to kiss Joyce.

“Mmmm…” Dayna purred. Their bellies slid over each other and her heavier breasts squashed against Joyce’s slimmer, tits, stretched tight by her position. “You’re an amazing fuck Joyce…”

While Joyce was exhausted beneath her, limp in the aftermath of her orgasm as the final shuddering quakes of her climax rippled through her, Dayna’s desires were still strong and sharp, her lusts unsated and she felt the power of having Joyce beneath her, at her mercy inspire her wicked desires.

“But I’ve not finished with your slutty ass yet trollop…” she said continuing. “In fact, your slutty ass is *exactly* what I have in mind.”

“Unnhhh…” Joyce moaned, her eyes struggling to focus as she tried to absorb and understand Dayna’s words. “Ohhh…ohhffffnnn…oh m-muh-oh m-m-m-my…” she mumbled.

And as Dayna moved her hips withdrawing the dildo, Joyce groaned as her Sex was left empty.

“Ohh-ooooohhhffffunnnnhhh…”

Dayna grinned, still holding Joyce’s legs up she looked down between her friend’s legs to see where her love juices has dribbled down into the upturned well of her rosebud, moistening the crinkled flesh so it glistened wetly, inviting her. She pointed the dildo downwards, moving her hips to guide it into place. Still wet, dripping and slick from the same juices that anointed her upturned sphincter, it nudged the taut knot making her groan with a soft, feeble, sob and she tensed, trembling, her feet twitching as her pucker fluttered.

“Oh, look Joyce – your tight little ass-hole is just begging to be fucked…mmm – oh you love it up your ass? Don’t you?”

“Oh-ooooohhhhfff…” Joyce whimpered. “Ohh y-yes D-Dayna…oh-g-gohhd…oh fuck-oh fuck! Oh fuhhhhckkk…”

Dayna pressed the dildo’s head harder into the resisting knot and Joyce gurgled, her heart sinking with embarrassment as a contradicting spike of arousal surged through her exhausted body. She felt an all too familiar flutter of arousal at the humiliating violation as her bottom began to surrender again, yielding; straining to swallow the silicone cock-head.

“Ohhh-oooooooooffffffffffffughhhhhh!” she cried out as she was sodomised again and moisture welled in her eyes as her mouth stretched wide and she strained to take the dildo into the depths of her bottom.

“There we go!” Dayna crooned in delight as she sank all the way into her friend. “All the way in your slutty ass Joyce…mmmmm…oh yes trollop! Oh yess…that’s good isn’t it? Hhmmmm?”

Joyce was helpless, like a sort of rag doll as Dayna began to fuck her in the ass, ploughing her anus with the strap-on while leaning forwards settling her weight onto her upturned thighs as she pinned her arms wide to each side.

“Ohhh…ooofff-oof-oof-oof-oof-oh-oooooohhhhh!” Joyce groaned unable to move to do anything except take the repeated thrusts into her rectum.

She was certainly no stranger to anal Sex anymore with Faith delighting in ravishing her bottom frequently; and a recent trip to the Sex-shop had resulted in the purchase of a large, flanged, glass butt plug that had filled her ass on several occasions – including on a recent date night at Reggie’s bar. But she was still tight. Her lover was careful to make sure she recovered between bouts to maximise the sensation she felt each time she was sodomised. And so, each stroke the dildo as Dayna thrust into her made her cry out as her bottom was ravished.

Moreover, that it was Dayna, her friend, who loomed over her now, pinning her down whilst plundering her anus with a large dildo; her friend with whom she had coffee regularly; with whom she had been friends since their daughters were in elementary school together, left her feeling completely helpless, vulnerable, as her ass was pounded.

Straining, stretched with each thrust of the dildo into her bottom, she was unable to deny the surges of deep pleasure that raged through her.

“Ohh…ooooohffff…ohhhh…ohhh-ahhhhhh…ahh-ahhh-ahhhhhh…” she wailed.

Lost, she did not notice that her young lover had stood to remove her clothes and move towards her. The first she knew was Faith’s shadow above her and then her heart throbbed as the dark haired young woman moved to kneel, straddling her head, the perfect pout of her desire drenched lovemouth above her mouth.

Without further delay Faith gagged her, swiftly muffling her with lush, nectar ridden flesh as her lover lowered her Sex onto her mouth, cutting off her moaning gasps. Her head captured between her lover’s thighs she was dominated twice over, her lover queening her, filling her mouth with pussy as her friend ravished her bottom.

Clasping Joyce’s ankles Faith pulled them towards her so Dayna could arch, leaning back to thrust deeper still into Joyce’s anus.

“Uggggghhhhhmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnmmmmfffffff…” she moaned into Faith’s body, her nose between her lover’s buttocks, her tongue obedient, searching instantly, lapping at the delicious flesh, plunging deep into her lover’s hungry core while below, she was sodomised, her bottom breached over and over with deep searing strokes of the strap-on dildo; and, captured between her lover and her friend, helpless as they dominated her, the deep humiliation of her violation drove her again towards another forced, shame-filled climax.

Yet as she came she was still aware of the pleasure she had induced above her. Her tongue, her mouth, working and she swallowed, drinking down Faith’s pleasure greedily as she shook crying out above her cresting as her juices flowed, spraying, drenching Joyce’s mouth and throat.

She was not sure how much later it was as she lay between her lover and her friend, their bodies tangled; the aches of her spanked, ravished body a thrumming reminder of submission and bliss.

Dayna’s body was supple against hers; fuller, softer than Faith’s. Of the dildo, there was no sign, just the reddish-brown fur of her groin against the aching heat of Joyce’s bottom and the soft fullness of her breasts against her back. They lay there for a while and Faith and Dayna shared her mouth, taking turns to let her suck their tongues, drawing up her desires again until Faith pulled her upright to strip her fully lifting her babydoll over her head. And then, on her knees, naked now her lover took her from behind pressing her down between her friend’s thighs until her mouth met Dayna’s nether lips and her friend gasped in pleasure at Joyce’s willing, wanton, oral skill. She came for a third time that night, Faith’s thighs slapping the tender heat of her bottom as she fucked her and as she did so Dayna climaxed on her tongue, her pleasure a spurting spray of hot ichor that anointed the golden-haired woman’s cheeks and lips, filling her mouth, drenching her with a heady flavour that was like her lover’s but yet not so.

Later still Dayna rose to leave and as she dressed Faith kissed Joyce, breathing into her mouth.

“Show Dayna to the door Sweetness,” she said. “Remember your manners…”

“Y-yes Faith…of course darling,” Joyce answered languidly. Exhausted she struggled to rise and her lover swatted her bottom anew to hasten her, making her cry and gasp and scurry to obey.

“And kiss Dayna goodnight,” the dark haired young Domme called as they stood at the door. The night air was cool on the still flushed warmth of her naked skin, making her nipples pucker as she let Dayna’s tongue claim her mouth once again, their tongues swirling while her friend drew her close with a hand clasped to the back of her neck and the other snaking around her to squeeze the aching heat of her bottom.

Joyce shuddered in her friend’s arms and Dayna smiled enjoying her reaction.

“Mmmm...very nice …” she breathed into her mouth as they kissed. “I enjoyed that thank you Joyce!” she said as she released her.

"Mmmm…oh me too,” Joyce replied with a bashful smile, her head on one side. “It was fun being your *trollop* Dayna.” She gave the word a breathless emphasis.

“Oh Joyce Summers…you are *such* a dirty little trollop! And an *amazing* fuck!” The auburn-haired woman said grinning.

“Thank you, Dayna…” Joyce shivered again. “B-but I think that was all down to you…I’m *just* a trollop! You’re the one that was in control! You’re the one that made me cry! *You* made me come so hard! You’re a very good Domme Dayna…you’ll make some subby little slut very happy one day…”

Dayna smiled. “Thank you,” she said, a slightly sad thoughtful look crossing her features as she shrugged letting her go before leaning in to brush her lips over Joyce’s once again.

Then, as she turned to leave she stopped.

Behind her on the path stood Joyce’s older daughter.

How long the petite young blonde girl been there was hard to tell but long enough, it was obvious as she stood, staring in disbelief at what she saw. Shock and astonishment filled her face draining it of colour at the sight of her naked mother in Dayna’s arms.

“Ohh – oh B-Buffy…h-hi…” Joyce said lamely.

“What the fuck?” Buffy spluttered after a moment, her gaze switching from Joyce to Dayna and back again to her mother’s naked body. “Wh-what the *fuck* is g-going on?” she asked horrified.

Dayna shrugged, a little un-nerved by Buffy’s sudden appearance. Beside her Joyce blushed but she did not to try to cover her nakedness. Besides she had previously explained to her daughter all that she intended to, and she met Buffy’s angry gaze.

“What does it look like Buffy dear?” she asked a little archly. “I’m just kissing Dayna goodnight,” and she leaned in to kiss Dayna again, opening her mouth to her friend’s tongue.

Staring, Buffy’s eyes widened as they kissed passionately, her mother milking Dayna’s tongue.

After a moment, the two older women ended their kiss and Dayna stepped away. As she did so Faith appeared behind Joyce’s, dressed only in a white t-shirt that barely reached her thighs. She looked out at Buffy.

“Hi B’” she said brightly, cupping Joyce’s bottom as she did so. “You ok?”

“F-Faith…b-but…and...” Buffy struggled for words as she looked between the three of them.

“Thanks Dayna, that was great…I hope you enjoyed yourself…fucking Joyce,” Faith said as if she were discussing a dinner party; as if nothing could be more normal. “I reckon *she* did, didn’t you Sweetness?” She squeezed the golden-haired woman’s blushing bottom making her moan softly.

“Mmm-hmm…” Joyce nodded squirming a little as her lover’s hand roamed.

“And I *know* I did,” the young dark haired woman continued as she held out her other hand towards the other woman.

Dayna looked uncertain as she took Faith’s hand. “Err-yes…thank you…” she answered. She looked sideways to where Buffy stood, bristling.

“Y-you…you mean…mom…you a-and Ms Penshaw…*and* Faith?” she cried. “Oh my God! Oh fuck…Mom! I d-don’t believe it!” she babbled in shock. “Y-you’re all…freaks!” she cried.

“Buffy Summers!” Joyce cried in response.

“Well you are…I mean for fuck’s sake mom…put some fucking clothes on…you look like a…like a hooker standing there in the doorway like that!”

“No…I don’t think so Buffy…” Joyce said in measured tones as if her patience was being tested. “Faith wants me naked…so that’s what she gets…no matter who can see!”

“But it’s *sick*!” she glared angrily at the other three, bristling. “You’re *all* sick!”

Joyce glared back. “Buffy Summers! We talked about this when you moved back in!” She said her voice hardening. “I won’t have you talking like that!”

“But…”

“Not ‘buts’ Buffy – you’re embarrassing me in front of Dayna!”

“*I’m* embarrassing *you*?” Buffy blurted in disbelief.

“Yes Buffy…” Joyce replied before turning to Dayna. “I’m really sorry Dayna,” she said. “Please forgive Buffy…she’s so rude…”

“Oh – that’s ok.” A sort of intent, thoughtful look came over Dayna’s face as she looked towards the petite young blonde. “Don’t worry,” she said and she looked Buffy up and down with a sort of appraising look. “I know what daughters are like Joyce.”

Buffy shuddered under the auburn haired older woman’s gaze. She felt like she was being appraised, evaluated by the older woman’s predatory stare.

“Freaks!” she muttered. “Y-you’re all freaks!”

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