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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 3: A leap of Faith

When Joyce woke, her head fogged and her body aching, wearied, from the night’s exertions, her lover was gone once more. Beside her there was a space in the bed still warm from another body. Joyce sighed sadly, a sense of longing, butterflies of desire fluttering in her core and she found herself missing the young dark haired girl. She wondered if Faith would ever stay to greet her morning; and as she did so she realised how much she wanted her young lover; how powerful her desire for her was.

She sat up with a groan. Naked, the covers around her thighs, her head span at the realisation of how quickly her life had been changed. In less than two days she had been transformed, consumed utterly by the young dark haired woman.

Beside her on the pillow she spotted a scribbled note.

Thank you for last night. You were – are – sensational.

So – sorry I gotta blaze again. You don’t know how hard it was to leave you sleeping. You looked so cute. And I *so* did *not* want to go without you eating me out – but I gotta be at work and with the car still across town I had to leave way too early.

So – again – sorry Sweetness, but I promise I’ll see you tonight.

Ok?

F.>

Joyce read the note again with a smile, wondering what tonight would bring and her sex pulsed.

Stepping back from hanging the last picture to survey it with a critical, appraising eye she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, unable to make her usual judgement as to how to display the expensive piece to its best effect.

Absently, she rubbed her bottom. It still ached a little. Just, she realised, as it had the day before. A slight shudder passed though her as recollection of why her cheeks were sore struck her; and at that precise moment the phone rang.

She had been half expecting it, hoping to hear it, but she still felt a shiver, delicious and scary; thrilling.

“H-Hello,” she said with a slight stammer. “Sunnyvale Artiques. How may I help you?”

“Now there’s a question Sweetness,” came the reply, light and quirky with wry humour. “How *can* you help me?”

“Faith! Hi!” Joyce’s heart fluttered at the now familiar drawl, skipping a beat at the sound.

“Hi yourself Sweetness,” the young brunette replied warmly. “I wanted to check in on you…you know…tell you what a great time I had last night…tell you how amazing you were…”

Despite being on her own Joyce felt herself blush. “Th-thank you,” she stammered “Y-you were pretty amazing yourself Faith!” she said, a slight tremble in her voice.

“Huh! Well – thanks – I like to think I do ok…”

“I-I think you did better than ok…”

Joyce could almost sense Faith’s grin down the phone. “Oh that blush is *so* cute!” the young woman said.

Joyce frowned “Wh-what do you m-mean? H-how do you know?”

“You blush whenever you think about sex Sweetness…and I *know* you’re thinking about sex right now!”

“Ohhh…oh m-my…” Joyce breathed. It was true. She was thinking about sex. She had been all morning and the sound of Faith’s husky drawl on the phone had only brought those thoughts into focus.

“So how are you doing today then Sweetness?”

“I-I’m ok thank you,” Joyce replied. “Tired…and still a little…dizzy I guess…you know…a-and a bit sore…but…”

“Yeah…well about that,” Faith interrupted. “I-I guess…well…listen…about that…I know the last couple of nights have been a shock for you…and you haven't ever been treated like that before…so…I’ll understand if it was too much for you Joyce…b-but…well…I hope it wasn’t. I hope you get why I had to do that…I mean I really want to keep seeing you…I really want to have you in my life…I want you to be *mine*…but …y’know…I mean I guess w-we don’t have to – you know – do that if you don’t want…but…I…well I really want you that way…”

“No!” Joyce let out a sudden cry, interrupting in turn. “No Faith…I-I…I d-didn’t mean that…p-please…it’s ok…I-I want to keep seeing you as well. Y-you’re right…I never have been…treated like that before and it’s hard to understand…but…” Despite being on her own she blushed. “I-I…I th-think…I think I liked it…”

“You liked it?” Faith’s reply was full of wonder. She hadn’t, in her wildest dreams expected to hear such a confession. “Going by the way you were squealing and crying…” she said, trailing off. “You *liked* it?”

“Well…I won’t say that it didn’t hurt…a-and it was e-embarrassing…humiliating…b-but I…I…well I think I liked it…being dominated by you…I liked that you were able to do what you wanted to me…that you controlled me…I-I liked how you forced me to do what you wanted…I liked having no choice…no matter how…well…how harsh you were with me…”

The words seemed to spill out of Joyce. She had been wondering all morning what she would say when she spoke to her young lover, rehearsing the many things she might say, running through the events of the previous night in her head over and over; hoping that Faith would call, as she tried to understand what had happened while at the same time thrilling at the memories. She had been abuzz with nervous energy all morning.

Now the words seemed to come easily.

“Y-you were amazing Faith…I’ve never felt so…so wanted or desired…or…fulfilled…despite the embarrassment…the pain…and b-besides…there were…compensations…” she finished, blushing again.

“Hot damn!” Faith breathed down the phone. “That is so fuckin’ hot Joyce…you know I still can’t believe you’ve never been spanked before…you’ve never been fucked by another girl before!”

“Well I never have – I promise…y-you were my first…my first time with a girl…you could say I was a virgin until two nights ago…until you…I promise.”

“Ohhh fuck Joyce that’s so hot…I *so* love the idea that I popped your cherry!”

“Well you did…and Faith…”

“Yeah baby?”

“I-I…I loved it…I know I didn’t want to at first…but I was wrong…a-and I’m glad you forced me…I-I *loved* that you forced me…I-I d-don’t know if I-I’m gay or not…but I love that you made me make love with you.”

“Fuck Joyce! That is so hot – *you* are so *hot*!”

“Well I-I d-don’t really know what it is you see b-but I’m glad *you* think so…”

“Oh I sure do!”

“So…d-do I get a second date?” Joyce asked hesitantly.

“Oh I reckon so Sweetness…” Faith replied, pausing briefly deciding what to say next. “And then,” she seemed to make a decision herself, her voice thickening. “We can maybe start your real training…” she said with sudden oppressive conviction.

“Ohh…m-my what?” Joyce gasped, her heart pattered. “M-my training?” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” Faith’s voice was gravelly. “I’m going to train you – teach you how a slut like you really should behave.”

“Oh…oh my! A-a s-slut?”

“Yep…a *dyke-slut*…”

“Ohhh…oh g-gosh…I-I…”

“A *whore* Joyce,” Faith interrupted.

“Ohh…I don’t…I-I mean…a-a wh-*whore*…”

“That gonna be ok Joyce?”

“Oh m-my…wh-what…I-I d-don’t know…I-I…I mean I-I-I g-guess so…”

“You better be sure Joyce…cos it won’t be easy…it’s gonna hurt Sweetness…you’re gonna get spanked a lot Joyce…you sure you’re gonna be ok with that?”

“Ohhh…I d-don’t know…” Joyce spoke softly and she found herself shaking. And then her words seemed to tumble from her. “B-but I-I don’t think you should give me any choice about it Faith…I-I mean…if you’re going to control me…if I’m g-going to be yours…” Awash with a confusing welter of emotions she felt a light headed, drunk almost, but somehow she knew what she had to say. “Don’t give me a choice…don’t give me any say in it at all…”

She could almost hear Faith growl at the other end of the phone.

“Damn you are one hot old broad Joyce Summers…you’re going to be a beautiful whore…”

“Huff…ohhh…oh m-my…th-thanks…Faith…I think you’re beautiful too…”

“Glad you like Sweetness…’cos if we do this, you’re gonna belong to me…and you’re gonna have to put out for me plenty…so you may as well enjoy it while you’re getting it…not that that should be too difficult for an old slut like you!”

“Ohhh…” Joyce gulped in surprise, a shudder running through her. “I-if y-you say F-Faith…”

Faith chuckled. “Yeah…that’s right isn’t it Joyce…you’re just an old slut aren’t you? An old slut who just can’t keep her legs together.”

“Ohhhhh…” Joyce groaned again.

“Answer me Joyce,” Faith grated.

“Y-y-yes Faith…I’m a slut…” Blushing deeply Joyce stammered in reply.

“Yes you are slut…you just can’t keep your legs closed can you?”

Faith’s voice was hard as cold iron but hot like molten rock. It seemed to burn through Joyce. She wanted to argue but she found that couldn’t. Faith’s vulgar verbal assault shuddered through her; embarrassing, humiliating, she found herself allowing Faith to say what she wanted…forcing her to agree.

“I said, you can’t keep your legs together can you, slut?” Faith rasped, repeating herself.

“Y-yes F-Faith…i-it’s t-true…I-I j-just can’t k-keep my l-legs closed. I-I’m such a slut…I-I’ll spread my legs anytime…”

“That’s right Joyce… I should call you ‘butter’ ‘cos you’re so easy to spread…”

“Y-yes Faith – you should…you c-can call me whatever you want…”

“I know that slut…and later maybe I’ll find a pet name for you…but for now I want start your training…”

“M-my training…oh…n-now Faith? Wh-what do you mean?”

“You’re going to learn to be exactly what I want…obedient…submissive… A devoted horny…hot and permanently horny slut…ready to drop your panties *instantly* when you’re told… when you’re *allowed* to wear panties that is! And after last night – you know how *that* goes doncha Sweetness?”

“Ohh…oh m-my…oh – y-yes Faith – I kn-know!” Joyce panted. “B-but h-how are you going to start my…my training if you aren’t here?”

“Well we’re gonna start with some obedience tests…and you know I’ll know if you lie to me Joyce don’t you?”

“Y-yes Faith…b-but…obedience tests?”

“Yeah…you have to learn to do as I tell you Joyce…ok?”

“Y-yes Faith…I understand…t-tell me what to do…I-I’ll try to be good…”

“You better Joyce – ‘cos if you don’t it’s your ass is gonna end up paying’!”

“Ohh fuhck…” Joyce groaned.

“Mmmm…love it when you talk dirty you old tramp…now tell me – you sitting down?”

“Y-yes...at my d-desk.”

“Ok – and you’re on your own?”

“Y-yes – for now…”

“Good…now…what are you wearing?”

“Errr…a dark blue, stone-wash silk blouse and a pale grey wrap around skirt…”

“Underwear?”

“Ohh…err… powder blue silk bra with white lace trim, matching panties and garter belt…”

“Hose?”

“Yes…light tan…”

“Mmmm…nice…I love old fashioned lingerie like that Sweetness and I don’t like pantyhose. You’re gonna want to remember that…now then…I reckon those panties are gonna be nice and damp aren’t they slut…hmmmm?”

“Ooooh…m-maybe…errr a-a l-little…”

“Yeah – I bet they are Joyce – but I want them wet…I mean soaking Joyce…so time to get busy…”

“I-I d-don’t know what you mean Faith.”

“Sure you don’t…” Faith’s voice was heavy with sarcasm. “I want you to spread your legs… that should be real easy for an old tramp like you…so open them wide…as wide as you can…like you’re begging to be fucked… hitch your skirt up so you can open them really wide…just like you did last night when you were on your back…just like you’re gonna be later!”

“I-I d-don’t know Faith…I’m not sure I c-can do that…wh-what if a client comes in?”

“I’m not giving you a choice slut…I’m giving you an order!”

“Ohhhh….” Joyce moaned. “Oh goodness…I-I…oh that’s so hot…”

“Now – do what you’re told Joyce – get your skirt up and spread your legs!”

“Ohhh…ok Faith…I’m doing it…”

There was a pause giving Joyce enough time to comply. Hesitantly hitching up her skirt she opened her legs behind her desk, grateful for the partial protection it offered.

“You done as you’re told?” Faith asked.

“Y-yes,” came Joyce’s stammered reply. “My legs are open for you Faith.”

“As wide as you can get them?”

“W-well…I guess…”

“You guess? I don’t want you to guess Joyce. I want you to do as you’re told. Now spread your fucking legs slut! Spread them wide open!”

“Ohhh…oh y-yes Faith,” Joyce responded hurriedly, squirming with discomfort as she complied, forcing her legs as wide as she could, dreading that anyone might suddenly enter the gallery; shaking with fear at Faith’s sudden flash of ire.

Damp heat simmered inside her panties as her core melted in response to Faith’s angry commands. It was all so different from how the night before had ended and yet it felt so much the same.

“Th-they’re wide open for you now Faith,” she mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“Yes Faith…just like you said…just like you had me last night…a-and the night before…wide open…like a whore…ready for you to fuck me…”

“Good. Now put your hand on the crotch of your panties and rub your pussy…get your panties good and wet…”

“Ohhhh…oh my…I-I d-don’t...wh-what if someone comes in?”

“Then they’ll see an old slut with her legs open and her hand on her cunt…wanking! That’s just a risk you’re gonna have to take Joyce, because you don’t get a say in it…you belong to me now…”

Joyce’s heart raced furiously and her breath came short as she shuddered, consumed by desire and arousal at Faith’s harsh words; something in her answering to being compelled to obey. “Y-yes Faith…” she yielded. “…whatever you want…” she murmured, sliding her right hand down to the space between her wide parted thighs laying it over the growing damp spot where the silk of her panties stretched tightly over the folded heat of her wanton sex.

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly as she squeezed gently.

“Good Joyce,” Faith purred into the phone. “Is that the sound of your hand on your cunt?”

“Y-yes Faith…mmm…mm-mmm…just like you said…m-my hand is on my panties…on m-my pussy…mmhhhh…”

“Ok – that’s good slut…now you’re going to rub your pussy…but don’t come…if you come you get spanked. Ok?”

“M-hmm…Ok Faith…”

“Mind you Joyce – you’re gonna get spanked anyway…whatever you do…”

“Ohhhh…oh Goddess…oh fuck…oh g-gohhhddd…i-if that’s what you want Faith…ohhh…wh-whatever you want Faith…anything you want…” Despite being on her own Joyce felt utterly controlled.

“Are you doing it Joyce?”

“Y-yes Faith…mmmm…I am…I’m r-rubbing my pussy like you said,” Joyce breathed as she began to rub the plump contours of her woomanhood though her panties.

“How does it feel slut? You like touching yourself don’t you? You like wanking don’t you?”

“Mm-mmm…yehss…yes I doooo…oh-ohhh f-feels good…” Her fingers moved up and down the silk covered groove. “Ohhhh…”

“Tell me Joyce – how often do you do that? How often do you play with yourself Joyce?”

“Ohhh…ohh my…” Joyce blushed feeling guilty, as if a dirty secret was being exposed. “W-well…errr…I-I…most d-days I g-guess…”

“Good Joyce…fingers or vibrator?”

“Ohh…ohhhfff…d-depends…b-both…”

“Mmmm…you are a dirty slut! Now rub yourself harder Joyce…flick your bean hard…but don’t you dare come!”

Joyce obeyed, rubbing harder at her sex. Through the saturated fabric her clit was hard between her nether lips. She tapped it with her finger.

“Mmmmm… ” she moaned softly. “Mmmm…n-no ma’am…I won’t…”

“You’re lovin’ that aren’t you Joyce…playing with your pussy in public? Where you might get caught! Where anyone might walk in on you? With your legs wide open and your hand on your cunt…jilling yourself off like the old tramp you are?”

“Mmmm…ohhh…mmmmm y-yes Faith…I like it…m-makes me wet…ohhh…”

“Good Joyce. Keep going…are your panties getting wet now slut?”

“Mm-hmmm…very wet…they’re going to be very sticky…”

“Good...but you must be used to that, slut…your panties soaking like that?”

“I-I…I d-don’t know…y-yuh…y-yes I g-guess I am Faith…”

“Good…now rub your clit harder Joyce…”

“Ohmmm…oh yes Faith…I’m rubbing it…oooh…” Her legs twitched, her toes curling. She thrust her hips lewdly against her hand. “Ohhhfff-f-feels g-good…ohhh…want to c-come Faith…please…oh c-can I please…”

“No Joyce…you don’t come…not until later – you never come without me – understand Joyce? You’re going to be mine slut…so you only come for me! You only come when I want you to. Understand Joyce?”

“Ohhhhhh!” Joyce groaned. “Oh y-yes…oh that’s so hot…being told…n-not to…I-I want to belong to you Faith…I want you to control me…”

“Good Joyce…because an old whore like you needs to be controlled don’t you…”

“Yes Faith…I do…I need to be controlled…mmmmm…oh fuck…I’m so horny…oh Faith…please I need you to fuck me…”

“Of course you do Joyce…a slut like you always needs to be fucked…you’d love it wouldn’t you? You’d love me to spread you over your desk…or bend you over it and fuck you…right there for anyone to walk in on wouldn’t you?”

“Ohhh…oh yes Faith…please…come and fuck me…fuck me like the whore I am…I want you Faith…fuck I want you…ohhh…w-want y-your pussy Faith…mmmm…want to lick it…want to lick you until you come in my mouth Faith…s-so wet…so horny…please…”

“Later Joyce…but don’t worry – you’re going to be spending a lot of time between my legs slut…but for now you keep rubbing your clit…and keep on begging slut…keep begging for it…while you finger yourself…tell me what you want me to do to you…but *don’t you dare come*!”

“Ohhh…oh-oh-ohhh…s-so h-horny…mmm-mmm-mmmm…” Joyce’s fingers rubbed hard over her clit, chafing the hard, erect little bud with the soggy fabric of her underwear.

“So tell me Joyce…tell me what you want me to do to you…beg for it Joyce…beg me like a slutty old nympho whore should…like an old dyke-slut ready to be trained…”

“Ohhh…oh-oh-ohhh…ohhh Goddess…please Faith…”

“Please what?”

“P-please Faith…please I want you to fuck me…I want you to throw me on my back…and spread my legs…and fuck me like a slutty whore…fuck me hard like an old tramp should be fucked!”

“Beg for it Joyce…”

“Ohhhhh…oh please Faith…please fuck me…please put me on my back…I’ll spread my legs for you…please…I’m begging you Faith…tear my panties off and fuck me please…w-with your…your d-dildo – fuck me so hard I can’t walk…’til I’m screaming…I’m screaming your name…ohhhh…fuck Faith...oh fuck I’m so horny for you Faith…”

“I know Joyce…I can hear you…don’t stop…keep begging bitch…keep rubbing your pussy – but don’t you dare come – now beg some more…what else do you want me to do to your poor little fuck-slut body?”

“Oh fuhck…Goddess I w-want to come…ohhh…fuhckkk…mmmmm…mm-mmmm…oh Faith…p-puh-please…please w-will you spank me…I-I’m such a dirty slut…I-I n-need to be spanked…please Faith…please w-will you spank me…spank me h-hard…m-make me cry…and d-don’t stop…n-not even when I cry…when I beg you to…not until *you* decide I’ve had enough…please Faith…y-you c-could come here and spank me now…I won’t stop you…I-I’ll just bend over when you say…in fact I’ll be ready – bare assed and ready…bent over with my ass in the air…my panties on the floor…”

“That’s good Joyce…tell me more…”

“W-well…you can push me down over my desk…or make me touch my toes…and you can spank me…strap me…use your belt…ohhhh…oh no…I-I’d hate that…it would hurt so much but I wouldn’t be able to stop you…I’d have to let you thrash me because you want to and I belong to you…you own me…and just having to let you…Goddess it would turn me on so much to be forced to submit to you like that…please Faith…please you could do anything to me then…make me eat your pussy…or make me eat your ass…you could fuck *my* ass…please Faith…please do that to me…fuck my slutty, old dyke whore’s ass…please…”

“That’s better Joyce…much better you queer old fuck-slut…you are so gonna get pounded later bitch…but now take your hand off of your panties…stop touching your cunt…you’ve had enough…I want you on heat all afternoon bitch…with your sticky, wet panties to remind you that you’re mine. OK?”

“Ohhh…oh F-Faith…p-please…I-I’m so horny…please…l-let me come…oh please let me come…”

“No Joyce” Faith’s voice was unbending iron. “You’ll come later…when I fuck you…I promise…but not now understand?”

“H g-gohd…oh fuhhhck…o-ok,” Joyce subsided, quaking with frustrated desire.

“Now, I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen…when you finish at work today you’re going to take your panties off and you’re going to bring them to me – I’ll be across the road in the Espresso Pump waiting for your whore’s ass. You’re gonna bring your panties to me and you’re gonna put them on the table…and then you’re going to ask me – ask really pretty – for me to, please, take you home and spank your ass…and do all the nasty things you’ve just asked for…and that’s what I’m going to do to you ok?”

“Ohhh…oh yes Faith…yes please…”

“Good slut…and then we’re gonna talk about your new life; how it’s gonna be; how you’re gonna dress in future and what your life’s gonna be like. Ok slut?”

“Mmmm…m-hmm…oh yes Faith…that’s fine – whatever you say…whatever you want…I-I’m y-yours…your slutty old whore…you’re in charge…y-you’re the boss of me…” Joyce panted.

“That’s right Joyce…good slut…and don’t you forget it…now enjoy your sticky, wet panties…and remember you’re *mine*…my dirty little dykey old whore!”

The phone went dead.

Unsurprisingly after that and for the rest of the day Joyce found herself barely able to function in the daze that consumed her. The whole experience had been so new and so unprecedented to her that her head was spinning and concentration was almost impossible. She was lost in a haze of desire, unable to take her mind off of what had happened during her telephone conversation with Faith and what it had all meant. She was uncomfortably conscious of the dampness captured in her underwear; a dampness that would not ease due to the constant state of excitement in which she found herself as she replayed Faith’s words to her over and over. As the day wore on her lust grew as she slipped deeper and deeper into a state of submissive yearning.

By the time it came to close the gallery at 5.30 as usual to head across the street she could hardly think straight enough to lock the doors and set the security system.

Only at the very last moment before she left did she remember Faith’s instruction. Pausing she breathed deeply, hardly believing what she was doing, before fumbling to slip her still moist panties down, sliding them over her hips and buttocks, wriggling beneath her skirt as she did so in order to ease them down her legs. Stepping out of them she bent to pick them up and scrunched them into a tiny, damp wad. For some reason she felt the need to sniff them. They were musky. Her natural perfume filled her senses and her heart pattered, her sex pulsing. Despite being alone she blushed and she dropped them into her purse before turning to leave.

Crossing the road Joyce felt exposed, naked. She shuddered feeling cool air across her still warm, damp sex. She found herself hurrying across the street and along to the Espresso Pump. She was uncertain in her mind whether it was that sense of exposure that caused her to run or an undeniably pressing desire to see Faith.

Entering the Pump she quickly spotted her young lover.

Faith sat casually, leaning back in her chair; her legs stretched out in front of her; with a sort of supreme, easy confidence.

Joyce trembled at the sight of her and as the dark haired young woman looked up at her she reminded her of a predator; feline and graceful but cruel.

Forcing a smile onto her face she crossed the coffee shop

“H-hi,” she said with a hesitant smile.

Faith flashed her teeth in response; answering with a mega-watt smile that made Joyce’s knees weak.

“Hey Sweetness, I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. There was undeniable affection, warmth in her voice.

“S-sorry...I-I d-didn’t mean to keep you w-waiting...” Joyce felt a wave of confusion sweep her. She desperately wanted to please Faith; to see that smile again.

“No – It’s ok Sweetness,” Faith said. “I got here early – I knew you wouldn’t be finished – I just couldn’t wait to see you.”

“You couldn’t?” Joyce let out a sigh, her smile opening warmly as a waft of pleasure at Faith’s words washed over her. A sense of relief filled her like validation.

“Yeah – of course I did – now come on – sit down – can I get you a coffee?”

Joyce moved to sit in the seat opposite the younger woman. The table was between them.

On it was a black, leather object. About 18 inches long it was broader at one end splitting into two parts with what appeared to be a narrow handle at the other. It looked stiff and hard.

“Wh-what’s that?” Joyce asked with a frown.

“Drink first – then we can talk.” Faith replied.

“Err-oh-ok,” Joyce stammered. “T-tea please if that’s ok.”

“Sure is Sweetness – anything you want.” Faith winked roguishly as she spoke, grinning now.

Joyce found herself blushing for no reason as she smiled again in return. Her heart pattered in her chest.

“Thinking about sex again?” Faith said with a grin as she stood to head for the counter, leaving Joyce alone for a moment, her head still spinning. But a warm feeling seemed to sink through her at being in Faith’s presence. She watched her young lover as she crossed to the counter finding herself enjoying the way she moved, her eyes lingering admiringly on her tautly powerful buttocks in her tight black jeans. The older woman shuddered.

Faith returned with the drinks; a tall latte for herself and Joyce’s tea. She slid back into her seat like a panther.

“So,” she began easily. “You ok Sweetness?”

Joyce nodded. “I-I think so. I’ve been dying to see you too – after earlier – at work – on the phone…” She blushed and Faith smiled. “It’s been...hard to focus...” she continued. “I-I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you...about the things you said...”

Faith smiled, her eyes sparkled.

“Mmm...good...that’s exactly the effect I was looking for...and I have to say it suits you...”

“Suits me?”
“Yeah...strung out and horny…dizzy…kinda antsy and uptight...it’s a good look for you Sweetness. Hot!”

“Oh! H-horny?” Joyce’s voice was thin. “D-do I look h-horny?”

Faith nodded. “You do to me...”

“Really?”

Faith grinned again.

“Yeah! Really babe…you should know by now I like you – a lot.

“Oh! Thanks!” Joyce blushed again under Faith’s heated gaze.

“Besides,” said Faith with a wry sort of grin. “I want to get into your panties again…well…if you were wearing any!” She winked at her again.

Joyce smiled shyly. She sipped her tea.

“S-so – wh-what is that?” She gestured to the leather object again.

“In a minute Joyce...but speaking of your panties; haven’t you got something for me?” The dark haired woman’s eyes narrowed a little, hardening. She tapped the table.

Joyce stiffened. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Looking into Faith’s eyes she saw the hardness and the dark lust. Shuddering she hesitated a moment before, feeling a compulsion in the other woman’s gaze, she grabbed her purse where she had left it by her chair. Reaching in, she found the small damp scrap of her panties. She looked around the busy coffee shop in a sort of dazed panic before, still compelled by Faith’s gaze, she took them out.

Balled tightly in her hand she held them out towards Faith.

Faith shook her head, tapping the table top again. She nodded.

Joyce blushed again before she put them down next to her younger lover’s hand; a small tangle of pale blue satin and lace.

“Good girl,” Faith said softly. Again Joyce felt a sudden leap of pleasure at the words.

The younger woman picked them up from the table. Holding them up she opened them so it was quite obvious what they were (as if it wasn’t obvious anyway, thought Joyce) and then turned them inside out to check the damp stain in the crotch before lifting them to her face to sniff at the perfumed that imbued them

“Nice...” Faith breathed. “And still damp...you must have been very horny this afternoon Joyce, mustn’t you?”

Blushing deeply Joyce nodded. She bit her lip.

“Y-yes...very Faith,” she admitted.

“Mmmm… that’s good slut...and haven’t you got something to say to me?””

Her insides twisting Joyce blushed deeper still. A frown formed on her face and Faith’s grin widened.
“Oh…err…oh-y-y-yes…I-I…” she stammered. “I m-mean…I…F-Faith…err…it’s…err…will you…I mean please Faith…oh shit…I-I’d…” It seemed much harder to say now earlier on the phone.

“It’s ok Joyce Sweetness…just relax baby…take a breath and tell me what you want…” Faith laid a reassuring hand on hers. She smiled at her.

Pausing, Joyce took a breath and she realised that Faith was right – she *did* want this.

“Please Faith…will you take me home…and errr…oh God…sp-sp-spank me – like we said…spank my ass and…erm…ohhmygosh…f-fuck me – hard! Make me do whatever you want…please Faith…” The words tumbled from her nervously.

“Of course I will Sweetness – it will be my pleasure…but first we need to talk,”

“We do? Oh-o-ok,” Joyce nodded, confused.

“Yeah – cards on the table time Joyce – the last two nights – they’ve been great for me you know...incredible...they might just have been the two best nights of my life. You’ve got to know I’m pretty crazy about you...I’ve been stuck on you for…I dunno how long...but pretty much from the first time I met you I guess.” She paused fractionally as if to catch her breath. “Anyways – I want to be with you...I *want* you! And I don’t mean I just want to screw you – though I sure want to do that again soon. But I *really* want a relationship with you…I want you to be *mine*…to belong to me! But…you see…that has consequences for you Sweetness...serious consequences...because that relationship…like we said earlier – on the phone – it isn’t exactly gonna be…conventional...or *easy*. When I say I want you to be mine I really do mean *mine*. I really do want you to *belong* to me…I want you to be my *slave*.”

Joyce’s head spun. “S-slave?” she gasped softly.

Faith nodded.

“Yes…my sex-slave…”

“Oh g-gosh…”

Faith held her gaze for a moment before she continued. “So I need you to decide if you want that as well...I mean I-I kinda reckon you might – after the last couple of days – and on the phone earlier. But I need you to be sure…I need you to know what it means…that it’s not a game…that it’s *real*. I need you to decide to become that. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to...no that’s not right...there *will* be things I want that you don’t want to do...and you’ll have to do them anyway…but I want you to know what you’re getting into. It needs to be *your* choice…because it might be the last free choice you ever make…you understand?”

The young woman paused, her dark eyes were serious. Ih their depths there were glints of passion and cruelty.

Joyce found herself nodding. “I-I think so...” she said, her heart racing. Her mouth was dry. Her hand shook as she reached for her tea. The cup rattled.

Faith answered Joyce’s nod with one of her own. Encouraged she continued. “Good...now then...this...” she pointed to the black object. “Is a paddle...for using on your ass Sweetness and I promise you when I use it on you it’s gonna hurt…it’s gonna hurt plenty! You’re going to cry and you’re going to beg and you’re going promise me that you’ll do *anything* to get me to stop…but it ain’t gonna help your poor ass at all!”

“Oh m-my g-gosh…” Joyce stammered almost panting with fear. But behind her horror was a growing conflagration of desire. She almost *wanted* Faith to hurt her; to make her beg; to force her to obey.

“Now – in a minute,” Faith continued confidently now. “You’re going to pick it up and hand it back to me.” She pushed it forwards towards Joyce. “If you do that it means you agree to what I’m going to say. If you don’t...well that’ll be a shame Sweetness – but it means you don’t agree. I think we’ll both regret that – I know I will – but I’ll understand…I really will...and no hard feelings babe...understood?”

Joyce nodded again. “Y-yes,” she said in a soft voice. “U-understood b-but I think it...”

“Hush babe...don’t talk...just listen...and focus on the paddle...think about it smacking down on your ass…try to imagine how that’s gonna feel.”

Joyce bit her lip again and she nodded silently. She moved, uncomfortably in her seat, the memory of her previous spankings providing her the basis for imagining how the paddle would feel; hard, cruel against her buttocks.

Faith smiled. She laid a hand on Joyce’s squeezing gently in encouragement. Joyce’s heart seemed to flip at the contact.

“You’re probably wondering why Joyce,” Faith said. “Why you...what it’s all about...well to be honest I like older chicks. I like the curves...I love the spread of your asses and the weight of your tilts. I love your round bellies…though you, Sweetness, are so sleek…you must look after that body babe!”

Joyce blushed again. “Th-thanks,” she stammered and Faith carried on.

“I like your cute laughter lines and stretch-marks. I like that you’ve all lived and you all want to be appreciated – reminded that you’re still hot. And I love the way older women manage to combine the experience of having lived with a sort of shyness...maybe a kind of prudishness...’cos so few have ever done what I like to do with them...and discovering that despite their age that they’re still kinda innocent...that they can still be shocked; that they can still be corrupted…and trained…that they can be made to feel *dirty*…slutty…like a whore…it’s like taking their virginity all over again…mmmm-hmmm. And you Joyce Summers are just perfect. I mean you’re beautiful...no really,” she added as Joyce shook her head in wordless denial. “You are…you’re stunning Joyce, you really are…and the fact that you’ve never been with a woman before now and that you’ve never been forded to submit…its…amazing! I mean I am so dying to corrupt you...to do things to you that you can hardly imagine...so if you want that…if you want me to *force* you…and I think you do don’t you?” Joyce gave an imperceptible nod her heart pounding as Faith seemed to say exactly what was in her head.

The younger woman’s grin was wolfish “Oh yeah! So let me tell you how it’s going to go...if you pick up that paddle – you agree to belong to me...you agree to let me decide who you are…what you are…you decide to let me do what I want to you …whether you want it or like it or not…you agree to let me train you to be something new…a slutty, horny lesbian whore…horny for pussy all the time…wet and ready to fuck. I’m going to teach you every way there is to please a woman…and I’m going to teach you to love them all…I’m going to teach you to obey everything I say…I’m going to teach you to submit to every embarrassing, humiliating, perverted sexual demand there is! But there’s just this one thing…Sweetness – it’s gotta be up to you…you have to choose this…”

She squeezed Joyce’s hand again in reassurance.

“You can keep your job...in fact I want you to – it’s important that you have something ordinary to contrast with your new life – your *real* life – with me. Not that your *real* life won’t intrude on work sometimes – kinda like it did earlier but more…demanding – much more demanding. And then there’s your clothes…I’m going to choose how you dress in future. I mean I really like how you dress – like I said – you’re a hottie – but there need to be some small changes…to make things a bit sluttier – shorter, tighter skirts, tighter, lower, more see-thru tops to show of that rack…those sort of things – and you’re lingerie is going to have to get sluttier – a lot sluttier. Not that these aren’t nice though…”

She picked up her discarded panties again. Joyce shuddered as Faith inhaled, visibly relishing the musk that had drenched them.

“Mmmm…nice…damn, I want to fuck you right now Joyce!” Faith almost purred. “But first things first. At home you’re going to be the perfect submissive little housewife for me…and by the way – I’m moving in tomorrow – so you need to make sure I have some closet space – I don’t need a lot – just a couple of drawers and somewhere to hang my jacket. All I really need is your pussy to pound! When you’re at home you’re also going to dress exactly as I like…sexy, see-thru little nighties…baby-dolls, skimpy undies, think vintage burlesque and constant semi-nakedness...generally you aren’t going to be wearing much, and sometimes…nothing at all! And you’re going to look after me...fix *all* my needs...” She looked at Joyce meaningfully. “Especially my *sexual* needs…just like a good little housewife should. There’s going to be a lot of sex…you’re gonna get fucked...a lot...I mean *a lot*…every way I can think…anywhere I want…any time I feel like it I’m gonna want you ready for me like a good little slut...panties hitting the floor – legs spread – pussy wet and open...or on your knees ready to eat me...or bent over and ready for anything I want to do to you.”

Joyce gave a sort of groan, her insides churning as her imagination played wildly in her head at Faith’s explication.

“And I mean *anything*…because you’re going to *belong* to me…which means you’re gonna get spanked…any time you aren’t ready for sex…you get spanked… you break the rules…you get spanked…you disobey me…you get spanked…you break your dress code…you get spanked…you ever so much *look* at a man…you get spanked and believe me that’s gonna be a bad one…you do anything wrong…you get spanked… hell – any time I feel like it…you get spanked…theme here – you’re gonna get spanked! You don’t get a say and you don’t complain…if you do…well – you know what’s gonna happen – only worse!”

Joyce was shaking. An intoxicating melange of terror and exhilaration rattled through her leaving her charged yet weak. Everything Faith said both thrilled and panicked her. Dismay and ardour seemed to become one heady, rapturous, swirl of euphoria and lust. And yet she was oppressed by it all, rendered quiet and lethargic, enervated; as docile and complaisant as she was taut with arousal.

”What else?” The brunette seemed to be running through a list in her head. “Oh yeah – I’m going to shave you!” she added with casual relish. “I mean you’re neat enough down there I guess, but I want you smooth and naked so I can enjoy your pussy in all its glory. I mean – I mean I quite like a nice, neatly trimmed beaver but for a lezzie slave like I’m going to turn you into – bare is the way to go. I don’t know if you’ve ever shaved before but you’re gonna be completely bald...and I’m going to keep you like that. So every few days I’m going to shave you – or maybe I’ll wax you...either way…it’s not like you get a choice in the matter…me, you on your back with your legs open, a can of shave gel and a razor…”

Joyce’s eyes bugged as she listened.

“And there’s more,” Faith went on – I might want to get you tattooed and pierced…some bling in your nips and in your quim...and a tat that says who you belong to…and I think you’d rock a slutty tramp stamp…and I *am* going to show you off in public Joyce. I want *everyone* to know you belong to me. Last night at Pink Tango – that was just a taster…I want everyone to know you’re a lesbian slave….*my* lesbian slave…Sunnydale is going to get real familiar with your snatch…”

As Joyce had listened quiescent and receptive something inside her had blossomed. It wasn’t just her arousal that caused her folds to part between her thighs, her nubbin throbbing almost painfully in response to her slide into complete submission. It wasn’t even just the way she found herself responding profoundly as the swirling brew of terror and lust roiled inside her. Something deep within seemed to answer that call as it stirred; her sense of the erotic answering, with a thrill, the description of the life that Faith described laid out before her…the wild things she promised…the cruelties and humiliations. It surged into wakefulness, ascending to fill her. She looked at the beautiful younger woman and her heart shook; and she felt herself consumed with desire for her; by a sort of wonder that she could have inspired such emotions in her daughter’s beautiful young dark haired friend.

She knew that she wanted her...she wanted it all...whatever Faith demanded.

Faith paused taking a deep breath, She was obviously deeply aroused herself and Joyce felt herself quake at the sight.
“I’m sure I’ll think of other stuff…other rules and things you’re gonna have to do…a-and you have to realise that if you agree to all this – you don’t get to say no if you don’t like it. If you’re in…that’s it…you’re all in! No safewords or get-outs or back-doors – you’re mine – body and soul…no choices left – and you need to be sure you can cope with that. I want this to be special for both of us. I want it to be *everything*! I promise you can trust me – always. I’ll look after you. I’ll never hurt you…except when I punish you of course…I-I…” she hesitated. A blush suffused her cheeks now. Taking a deep breath she continued, her eyes dark, intense with emotion. “I-I’ve wanted you for the *longest* time Joyce…I-I’m…” she paused, hesitating. “I think I’m a…a bit crazy for you Joyce! Listen…I want to be with you…and I want you to want to be with me! And if we’re gonna be together...you need to let go of everything. Our relationship will change and grow…and you need to decide that’s ok...because you won’t get to say how that goes…you’re just gonna have to trust me! So, like I say – you can say ‘no’ right now if you want; you can say it’s too much…you can do all that. And that will be ok…you’ll break my fuckin’ heart, but that doesn’t matter…I’ll be ok eventually…it’s gotta be right for you Sweetness – before we start.”

Joyce blinked.

“Oh m-my…” she said, the world spinning around her.

“Since I first got to know you – you were all I could think about…” Faith continued a small blush of her own colouring her cheeks. “Possessing you…making you mine…my slave…my hot little whore…my slutty housewife…mine…all of you…mine!” the younger woman took a deep breath, her eyes still burning like hot chips of obsidian. “So,” she finished. “What do you think?”

‘Anything! Anything!’ came the clarion call in Joyce’s head. ‘Of course it’s ok...demand *anything*! Take it...don’t ask...just take it all...all of me...bend me to your will...take me…*force* me...make me yours…possess me...own me!’

But she didn’t say any of that. It wasn’t needed. All she had to do was reach for the paddle.

Her hands shook.

“I think…I think that this belongs to you,” she said feeling a surprising sense of composure. She handed it to Faith instinctively bowing her head. “I think *I* belong to you…”
After that things had happened in a whirl – as if they hadn’t already been crazy.

Faith had slipped the paddle into her jacket in triumph before standing and taking her hand again.

“Come on then Sweetness...” she had said with emphasis. “We need to get your slutty ass home...”

She had drawn Joyce to her feet and begun to lead her to the door. Grabbing her purse Joyce had reached for her panties where they lay on the table. “Leave them!” Faith had commanded and she had done so, leaving them behind without question.

Leading her out of the Coffee shop, their drinks sitting unfinished alongside her panties Faith had slipped a hand down Joyce’s back to settle it possessively, firmly on her bottom, squeezing in an all too public display of ownership.

In a daze of utter compliance Joyce had surrendered to that fondling hand on her bottom, finding a strange calm in its unashamed easy possession; its overt exploration. Her body seemed to become fluid, pliable as she subsided into Faith’s embrace; yielding all of herself to her.

In her core there was only longing and liquid heat. Lost in thrall to her young lover as she surrendered to her dominance Joyce’s sex seemed to ripple as if longing for something to fill its hunger.

They had crossed the street but Joyce was hardly aware as the young woman who was now her…what? Her girlfriend? Her lover? Her Mistress? She tried the word out in her head and found herself slipping a little lower, deeper into submission as Faith hailed a cab sped to speed her home. Faith’s hands seemed to everywhere at once – one in her hair the other roaming her body; slipping inside her clothes to touch and caress her intimately. Her tongue was hot and demanding in Joyce’s mouth and the older woman melted in acquiescence despite the taxi-driver’s intent, wide-eyed interest in his mirror.

“Mmmm-ohhhhmmmmuhhh…” she had moaned as Faith’s fingers had found her nipples inside her blouse and bra before dipping to slide beneath her skirt and part her thighs, pinching her clitoris.
“Goddess…” Faith muttered, possessed by a ravening, answering hunger of her own as she imposed herself on the older woman. “You’re cunt’s so wet Joyce…oh I’m going to fuck you so hard when I get you home Sweetness… …after I spank you…”

Joyce felt the words ripple through her and she pleaded.

“Yes…please Faith…please…”

Once home Joyce was like putty in Faith’s hands.

As soon as door shut behind the, the young brunette took her in her arms to kiss her deeply, her lips hungry for her, her tongue dominant in her mouth.

“Come on now Sweetness,” she husked into her mouth and she released her. “Take off your skirt.”

Obedience didn’t spare Joyce her blushes. She unfastened her skirt at the waist and unwrapped it. Naked now from the waist down, except for her stockings and garters she looked around her hallway for somewhere to put her skirt down.

“Leave it on the floor,” Faith said, her voice heavy, her eyes heavier as the crawled up the older woman’s legs to her sex with its light brownish, tawny curls.

Joyce hesitated before obeying, dropping her skirt to the floor.

The younger woman’s fingers were inside her again thrusting into her wetness. Her knees were weak and she shook her body craving orgasm.

“Mmmm…so wet Joyce…” Faith crooned. “Your cunt is *so* wet slut…you’re ready to be fucked aren’t you slut?”

“Ohhhhhhh…ohh fuhhhckkk…yessss!” Joyce moaned squirming on Faith’s fingers. “P-please Faith…fuck me…hard…like a whore…please,” she begged, “Ohhh…oh please?” she whimpered as Faith’s fingers withdrew, her mind dimly comprehending an echo of the morning’s denial.

“Not yet Joyce…your whore’s ass needs paddling first doesn’t it?”

“Ohhh…” she whimpered, “Y-yuh-yes…” she groaned, sobbing with lustful terror as she realised what was about to happen to her.

The two times Faith had spanked her previously had been sudden, moments of fierce, agonising wildness, sprung upon her to enforce her compliance. This was different. It was calculated, considered; deliberately cruel.

“You ready Joyce?” Faith asked breaking the kiss. “You ready for your paddling?”

Caught, trapped between misery and ecstasy Joyce nodded uncertainly.

Her core throbbed, aching.

“Y-yes,” she nodded. “I-I s-suppose…i-if I h-have to…” her voice was a soft sigh of complaint and suffering; acceptance, acquiescence. She looked at her young lover with mournful eyes, soft, pleading, doey.

Faith looked at her intently. “Yes – you do Joyce!” she said firmly, taking off her jacket. In her hand she held the fierce looking black, leather paddle.

“Come here,” Faith instructed. Joyce obeyed, moving closer with a shudder.

The dark haired young woman turned her around to face away from her.

“Bend over…lower…put your hands on your knees Joyce!” she directed pressing between Joyce’s shoulder blades, forcing her forwards.

Joyce leaned forwards, bending, complying.

“Open your legs…” Faith’s other hand pressed her thighs apart. “Show me your pussy.”

She obeyed. She couldn’t imagine refusing now.

“That’s good babe,” Her lover praised her softly, her hand roaming her now tightened buttocks. “Oh fuck you’re so beautiful…such a whore…”

Joyce moaned at the sensation of her lover’s hand on her tender, fearful buttocks. It was gentle, soft and tender as it swept her rounded flanks, stroking and warming her until the first spank took her by surprise.

“Oh…” she breathed with soft distress and a flurry of spanks brushed her cheeks with sparks.

Faith’s hand was hard as she warmed to her task, covering the older woman’s bottom with a salvo of firm spanks that fired them with heat.

Joyce moaned softly.

Unlike the first two times Faith had spanked her there was no resistance this time. She did not cry and shout or strain and struggle. There was only acceptance. Her hips rolled and shook with each juddering smack as her bottom bounced and jiggled and bent as she was, her legs parted she had never felt more exposed, more sexual; nor, she realised, more whoreish. But she did not cry or plead as she was warmed for the paddle she knew was coming. Nor did she move when Faith paused to strip off her jacket.

The young woman’s breasts were heaving with emotion. Her eyes were hooded with desire and a sort of triumphant joy like in one who had fulfilled a cherished, life-long dream.

She steadied her hand, taking the paddle as she set her jacket aside.

“So pretty…” she said with the softness of exigent passion as she admired the shapely spread of the older woman’s pink flushed bottom. “So *beautiful*… …such a pretty whore’s ass…made to be punished Joyce…spanked hard…”

Joyce gurgled a groan in response, shaking.

She shuddered as she felt Faith’s hand in the small of her back, firm but surprisingly gentle.

“I want you to remember this moment Joyce…Sweetness,” Faith said almost softly. “I want you to remember the first time you felt leather on your ass…you’re going to feel it a lot but I want you to remember this time…the heat…the pain…I want you to keep this in your heart – so you always know the moment you became mine…ok Joyce?”

“Ohhhh…” Joyce moaned. “Ohhh…oh y-yes F-Faith…I…I understand…” she said with a sob.

“Good Joyce,” she crooned. “Are you ready then?”

“Yuh-yes Faith,” Joyce replied. “P-please…” She went further. “Please Faith…punish me now…spank my poor whore’s ass…make me yours Faith…make me your slave…”

Faith’s smile was incandescent, a bursting beam of brilliance and joy at the older woman’s natural easy submission. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

She raised the paddle.

“Keep your legs straight Joyce. Head down! Push your ass out!” Faith’s instructions were soft, almost gentle with command.

Joyce arched her back, obeying. Her hair hung down to shroud her face like drapes.

“Good Joyce,” she said. “Now, let’s begin. This is your paddle Sweetness…time you got *intimately* acquainted…”

Faith rubbed the paddle over Joyce’s buttocks briefly, almost teasing her before she took it back to flick it down onto her bottom with a firm *smack*.

It cracked, landing with a retort on Joyce’s tender softness, flattening the pillows of her buttocks, stamping them with a roseate smack.

“Ohh…” Joyce exhaled a half second later as the heat blossomed fierce at the impact.

Another spank followed, leather kissing soft, feminine flesh with another crisp *smack*.

Joyce breathed a soft moan again.

“Good Joyce,” said Faith. “You feel that?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Joyce nodded, wincing as Faith spanked her again.

“Good!” Faith said, applying another stroke. “How’s it feel?”

It was perhaps the most intense sensation she had ever felt. It was no surprise that it took moments for her to process it. She had no words for it. It burnt its way into her imprinting her soul just as the paddle marked her buttocks with a broad red band

“Ohh…ohhh…s-stings…ahhh…”

“Stings? Well that’s a start.” Faith approved.

The paddle struck Joyce’s bottom some more, a flurry of swats to her left cheek before Faith repeated them on the right side.

“Ohhhh…” Joyce gasped, her eyes blinking with each stroke as heat blossomed across her buttocks.

“Ohh…ohhh…ohhhmmm…ah…ahh…ahhh…owww…ahhh…ohhh…ooooch.”

“Good girl Joyce,” Faith purred. “Feeling it now aren’t you babe?”

“Ohhh! Oh…ohh…ohhh...ahhh…owwwwchh…ahh…ahh…ahh…ahhh….y-yes Faith…ahhh…ahhh…ahhhh!” Joyce moaned, her yes clenched shut now against the building pain. Trembling she strained to control herself, grateful for the weight of Faith hand between her shoulder blades.

“Oh-ohh-ohh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhh!” She gasped as a rapid salvo of spanks struck her

“How’s if feel now Joyce?” Faith asked, continuing to paddle the older woman, laying sharp, rapid strokes on her bottom with cruel practised ease.

“Ohh…owww…h-hot…s-sore…ohh…ohhh...ohhh…” gasped Joyce as the fire built across her buttocks.

“Good,” Faith said once more. Continuing to spank Joyce remorselessly she spread the spanks wider, up to the top of the moaning woman’s buttocks covering every inch of their flesh and down to the tender spot where they merged into her upper thighs.

“Ahh…ahhh…ahhh…ohhh…ahhh…ahhh…ohhhhhh…ahwwwch-hahhh…mmmnnuhh-uhh…ahhhhhhh…ohhhh…ohh…ahhhhhhh!”

“Starting to hurt Joyce?” Faith asked, pausing to run her hand over the heat of the older woman’s flanks.

“Mmmmnnnuhhhh…y-yes Faith…” Joyce managed to reply with the slightest of sobs.

“Good…your ass is starting to pink up nicely Joyce…must be time to turn up the heat…”

“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned in response. “Oh-ohhhk F-Faith…I-I g-guess…if y-you say…hmmmph…”

“I do Joyce…”

“Ohhh-ahhhhh!” Joyce gasped as the paddle struck her again. This time it landed with a sharper, heavier *clap* that made her bottom bounce and wobble at the impact.

“That’s better isn’t it babe?” Faith asked coolly striking her again, beginning to alternate heavy spanks with the paddle from one buttock to the other.

“Ohhhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” Joyce cried, tears beginning to well. “Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh…ohhh…ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhh…ahhhhh…ohnn-n-n-nohhhhhhhhhhh!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Faith had settled into a harsh, cruel rhythm, covering her bottom with increasingly sharp strokes of the paddle.

“Good Joyce…that’s right Sweetness…oh your ass is turning red…mmmm…that’s gotta hurt…yeah?”

“Y-y-ye-yeasss…ahhhhhhhhhh!” Joyce replied, somehow, through the torrent of pain that hailed down on her.

Tears flowed now as her rump flared and flattened under the younger woman’s un-gentle treatment; her feet kicking as she shook and trembled. But there, in her entrance hallway – the entrance hallway of the family home she had made for her and her daughters she remained bowed in position as she suffered. It was the least she could do she told herself. She had agreed to give herself to Faith and she would prove herself now.

Joyce remained bent over, compliant, waiting. In her emotional state she trembled, shaking. Her insides quaked and roiled and the flared heat of her rump seemed to suffuse her nether regions the aching fire across her buttocks merging to a different fire between her thighs.

“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Owwwwwww! Ahhhhhhhh! Owwwww! Ohhhhhhhhh! Owwwwwchhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, Faith’s hand still firm between her shoulder-blades holding her in place as the paddle snapped again, raining syncopated distress in dozens of spanks, on the older woman’s trembling, suffering buttocks; splashing burning hurt across her bottom. “Ah-ahhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Joyce’s cries fell from her like the flood of her tears. The paddle bit over and over until she thought it would never end. The pain was sharp and cruel. Not unbearable, but intense and deep. And the humiliation that came from surrendering to Faith, from submitting to allow the younger woman to punish her in such an intimate and elemental way scoured through her leaving her soul stripped bare.

She wanted to fight, to resist, to struggle to end it but deep inside her, in a place laid open by the pain, she knew that she could not; that she had given herself over to Faith – given to the younger woman the right to decide this for her; the right to *do* this *to* her; that she had surrendered her own freedom and that whether she wanted or not she had no choice but to suffer.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!” she cried, sobbing and writhing, but she did not resist. She did not refuse surrender. Instead she yielded and she accepted her suffering. “Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh-ah-ohhhh! Ah-oww! Ah-oww! Ah-oww! Ah-owwwwwuhhh!”

After a while Faith paused. “Stand up Joyce,” she said. Her voice was strained as if tsunami of passion was held back within it. “Put your hands on your head.”

Joyce struggled, half dazed, to comply.

“Up Joyce…up straight!” Faith hissed at her slowness. The paddle stroked her twice as she rose.

“Ohhh…ahhh!!!”

Once repositioned her punishment resumed, the paddle stroking her again.

Her buttocks were relaxed now. It was a different sensation – not worse or better – just different as the paddle swung upwards to kiss the under-curves of her ass.

“Ohhhh! Ohh! Ohh! Owww! Ah! Ahh! Ahh! Owwww!” Joyce gasped anew.

Faith put a hand on her belly holding her and spanked her bottom again with hard, horizontal strokes that flattened her buttocks, making them spread as they yielded.

“Ahhhhh! Owww! Ow! Ow! Oww!! Owwwuhhh-owwwchuhhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

And all through her punishment Faith maintained a sharp commentary, a list of commands and questions and words of praise.

“That’s it Joyce…ohh…that’s it…your ass is so red now Sweetness…that’s gotta be hurting now…does it hurt baby? Ohh yes…that’s pretty…hold still Joyce…now give me your ass…that’s it…legs straight Joyce…push your ass back…into the paddle…feel it Joyce…yes…good girl…mmm…good slut…good…yes…that’s right…pretty…such a pretty ass…so red…ohh damn that’s good…oh you’re feeling that aren’t you Joyce…don’t move…mmm…a few strokes down here…good…oh yes *that* hurts doesn’t it Sweetness…and here…oh good Joyce…that’s right…let it go Joyce…take it…mmmm…good girl…oh yes…”

And Joyce answered with cries and sobs and pleading and her agony grew, consuming her so her ordeal seemed endless now.

“Ohhhhh…ohhhh…ahhh…n-n-nahhhhhhh…oh-ohhhhhh…oooohhh! Ooooooffffuhhhhhckkkk...ah-ah-ahhhhhh…ahhh…ohhhhhhhh…AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Faith repositioned her again, pulling her close so she leaned on her hip, bent beneath the curve of her arm. She spanked her again and her cries sounded again. Sobbing, gasping, moaning, panting, her suffering was exquisite as her lover spanked her continuously, relentlessly, without pity; a steady rain of hard, heavy swats that covered every inch of her agonised, crimson buttocks. The cruel young woman varied her approach continuously, sometimes moving from side to side, up and down, spot to spot; sometimes concentrating on one spot, striking repeatedly at the outside of one buttock or its tender underside; sometimes covering her rump with rapid strokes or aiming squarely across both cheeks at the same time.

“OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!! N-NOHHHHHH!! NAHHHHHHHHH!! AHHH!! AHHHHH!! AHHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!! AHHHHH!! OHHHHHHH!! AYYYYYYY!! AYYYYYYYYY!! YYYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Eventually her cries longer distinguished the individual strokes she received. There was just pain and heat and anguish; ongoing and unending. Her ordeal became transformative and she seemed to merge with her distress. Accepting the pain as part of herself, she became one with torment; her agony *becoming* her. And her sobbing tears flowed as she surrendered entirely to submission.

“OHHHHHHHHHHY-Y-Y-Y-Y-YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OH-PLEASE-OH-PLEASE-OH PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAssSSE-AHHHHHHHHH-YYYYYYYYYYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Until at last Faith seemed content with the state of her fiery, crimson cheeks; the depth of her despair; the completeness of her misery and the totality of her submission. The paddle fell silent.

After the constant smack-smack-smack of leather, angry and cruel on her flesh, inspiring the accompanying wails, the hallway seemed un-naturally quiet. Only Joyce’s sobs, soft and plaintive broke the silence.

Faith ran her hand over Joyce’s burning orbs.

Sweat beaded, trickling down into the crease between her tormented globes. Her love mouth welled and dribbled damping her thighs as Faith caressed her flanks, sampling the furious heat of her chastised flesh.

“Stand up again now Joyce,” she instructed smoothly. “Up…back straight…” she spanked her again making her gasp, sobbing. “Hands on your head…shoulders back …push your tits out…open your legs…wider Joyce…” Each instruction was punctuated with a swat of her hand to Joyce’s tormented bottom making the elegant, mature blonde whimper and cry with the extravagance of her suffering as she struggled to comply.

She was transported and, emotionally exhausted, it was as if there was nothing left of her but heat and pain and surrender. Sluggish in response her buttocks suffered again.

“Oooowuhhhahhhh!” she sobbed striving to obey.

“How do you feel Sweetness?” Faith asked, her voice heavy, thick.

“Ohhh…h-huh-hurts…” Joyce stammered, sobbing, struggling for words to describe her excoriation. “S-s-so m-much Faith…ohhh G-gohhhhddd!”

“Good,” Faith purred in her ear. “You won’t forget you’re mine then…my whore…will you Joyce?”

“N-no F-Faith ohhh no…n-never…”

Faith kissed her then; her free hand seeking and finding the heat between the older woman’s thighs, slipping between her molten lips into flooded slick flesh to roll her clitoris.

“Uggghhhoooooooh!” Joyce gasped in shock, her eyes suddenly wide as pleasure warred with pain.

“So what are you Joyce?”

“Y-yours…always yours…your whore Faith,” Joyce assented, her mouth accepting Faith’s tongue. “Mmmm-mm-mmmmfhhhh!”

“Beautiful!” She said spanking her with her hand as she ended the kiss.

“Ohhhhhhmmmmmfhhh!” Joyce cried in distress.

Faith made her turn around and arch, showing her bottom to her.

“You look so beautiful Joyce…your ass is on fire…covered in *red*…it’s perfect for you…oh I’m going to paddle this ass so often!” She spanked her again and Joyce cried, moaning, sobbing.

“Ohhh-oh-oh-ohhhh,” Joyce sobbed.

“Good girl Joyce,” Faith said, eventually deeming herself satisfied. “Now say thank for your punishment…for beginning your slut’s training Sweetness!”

“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned. “Th-th-thank yuh-you…Fuh-Faith…th-thank y-you f-for p-punishing me…th-thank you f-for begin-beginning m-my tr-training…” She snuffled striving to retain her position despite the fire that overwhelmed her senses.

“Your *slut’s* training, Joyce” Faith spanked her again; three sharp strokes that covered her bottom.

“Ohh! Ahhhh! Owwwwwwwuhhh!” Joyce gasped. “Uhhh…uhh…huff…th-thank y-you for beginning my slut’s training F-Faith.” She moaned, panting, sobbing.

The cruel young woman smiled content. “Good...you’ve done well Joyce,” she continued softly. “That was a hard spanking – for a slut as new as you.””

“Th-th-thank you,” Joyce managed to sob, her heart racing, skipping at her lover’s words of praise.

“Not every spanking will be as hard as that Joyce,” Faith’s hard stroked over the heat of her burning flesh. “But then others will be worse…and when I strap you, when I cane you…you’ll beg for nights like this…”

“Ohhh…oh gohhhhddd!”

“I told you that you would be punished often…severely…harshly…this is just the beginning Joyce…”

The older woman whimpered.

“Understood Joyce?” Faith’s voice was demanding, harsh.

“Y-yes F-Faith,” Joyce nodded, sniffing. “I-I understand.”

“You ok with that Sweetness?”

Joyce trembled. “Y-yes Faith…d-darling…a-anything…” she breathed softly, husky and breathless with surrender and passion.

Inside the gyring whirl of her emotional storm a small part of Joyce knew that a profound change had been wrought upon her; anything was now possible for her and Faith and she arched her back further, lifting her chin and pushing her breasts outwards as if offering herself.

“B-but I d-don’t think th-that should matter…” she said in a small voice. “I-I don’t get a say…” Her thighs were trembling and her core quaked, aching and hot. Molten arousal seeped, oozing. “I-I d-don’t get to say if I’m o-ok…when you decide to punish me…t-to…oh god…to c-cane me. I-I’m y-yours…your slave…y-your whore…my b-body is yours Faith…you can do whatever you want with it darling…”

Faith’s heart turned. She looked on the older woman in awe at the intensity of her submission. She had never dreamed that Joyce could be transformed so easily. She had never dreamed of the passion.

“Oh Joyce,” she breathed, her passion answering the older woman’s. “Oh…need to have you now…”

And as she drew her into the living room, her hand upon her neck Faith felt something in her blossom and grow to fill her.

Shucking off her pants and her underwear, spreading her legs she pointed to her centre.

“Get down here and start licking Sweetness,” she husked, her voice ragged with need.

Joyce subsided to her knees, wordlessly obedient. And, as she knelt at her young lover’s feet her lips pressed in willing passion to Faith’s sex, her tongue dabbling and searching as deep as she could into her core, lapping, drinking the flood of heady ichors that flowed, she felt a deep contentment despite her aching, tormented flanks. Her arms wrapped around Faith’s thighs, her hands reaching to her buttocks to hold her close as she devoted herself to the younger woman’s pleasure; and if she was not explicitly aware of the sense of rightness, of belonging it seemed to colour her emotions and she felt a surging sense of joy and then pride as Faith cried her name coming hard in a splash of ecstasy that filled her mouth and sprayed her cheeks and chin.

That contentment shifted slightly, transforming into a sense of devotion to the younger woman as Faith led her once more up the stairs. She felt a powerful attraction like she hadn’t know…ever… If she had been able to think clearly she might have been able to find a description for her feelings; for the headlong tumble of her emotions and she might have realised that she was quickly and completely becoming enthralled with the young dark haired domina.

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Intermezzi:

Dawn and Janice coil together, lips seeking lips, tongues tangling, fingers searching probing in hushed, thrusting, gasping pleasure.

“F-fuhhhck…” Dawn shakes, moaning into her friend’s mouth. Her body contacts, tightening on her girlfriend’s fingers. “Ohhh…J-Jan-Jan… …ohhhmmmmfffff…” Her groan is muffled by the other teen’s tongue.

In the room next door Dayna Penshaw sleeps, oblivious, her bed unwarmed, her dreams, her secret dreams, torrid. Her eyes twitch. She exhales; a soft sighing breath; a name –Tracy – crossing her lips in a whisper almost below hearing.

Deep in her centre, the secret, hidden place in her core, there is heat; moisture. The glans of her clitoris throbs.

In her sleep she rolls onto her front, one hand trapped beneath her, below her belly, reaching lower; searching, finding the soft, lush place where her thighs meet. Her hips thrust gently into the mattress, against her fingers.

Moaning, softly, into her pillow – that name again; ‘Tracy…’

Nothing disturbs the deep sensual depth of her dream.

She’s young again, back at college. There the tangle of lissom limbs, smooth fleshed, tender is unforgotten, unbanished. A blonde haired girl ghosts through her somnolence, her nakedness all curves and reticence; her lips soft with surrender and Dayna’s sleep-self hears a blushing need for submission whisper down the lost years.

Her fingers are wet when she wakes. Her dream slips away. But something lingers as she descends the stairs to attend to breakfast and she a song drifts into her head: 'Close your eyes/close the door/you don't have to worry anymore/I'll be your baby tonight’*
In the bathroom the shower runs and she wonders how her daughter’s sleep-over went.
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End of Part 1

The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers
will continue in Part 2: Tears and Transformation
* Written by Bob Dylan. Copyright © 1968 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1996 by Dwarf Music
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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers