A Strict Seduction (25 page)

‘Not so loud,' Hasheeda said, alarmed by the loud stridency in Louise's normally gentle voice.

‘Quiet, girl!' Louise cried. ‘Obviously you need to be taught a lesson you'll not forget in a hurry.'

Hasheeda's eyes started to fill with tears. The game was not to her liking, especially not after what had only just happened. She still felt nervous and confused; she needed to be held and comforted, not shouted at and threatened. ‘I don't like…' she started to say, pushing herself off the arm of the sofa.

Louise acted instantly. She pushed Hasheeda down and lifted her short skirt, exposing Hasheeda's pert backside, still clad in tight white knickers which were moist between the thighs. With her long brown legs fully displayed, the prone position made her seem even more frightened and vulnerable, the effect heightened by tear-filled eyes.

‘I'm going to have to pull your knickers down, girl,' Louise warned coldly, ‘and give you the sort of punishment that all bad girls deserve.'

Hasheeda was about to protest again when she saw the coldness in Louise's eyes. It might have been a game but her friend was not taking it lightly, she seemed to be totally intent on going through with it.

Louise hooked her fingers under Hasheeda's panties and started to yank them down. Hasheeda felt humiliated to be across the sofa, her bottom exposed in the most undignified manner while her naked breasts brushed uncomfortably against the sofa. Soon her panties were down between her ankles, a white bundle still wet enough to betray her earlier arousal.

‘This is to remind you that you've been a bad girl,' Louise said sternly. She stood by Hasheeda, her legs apart, dressed in a school uniform that did little to conceal the curves of her body. She raised her right arm and then brought it swiftly down, her open palm slapping hard on Hasheeda's naked backside.

‘Quiet!' Louise hissed angrily as Hasheeda cried out with pain and shock. She lifted her hand again and brought it down violently, smacking Hasheeda on the other side of her bottom.

The pain of contact was sharp and sudden and Hasheeda squealed again with the third stroke. Her bottom was burning, she could feel the raw heat marked on her brown skin, the imprint of fingers and palm marked on her flesh. She tried to rise again but Louise pushed her down violently and spanked her again, with a force that made Hasheeda catch her breath. The heat of correction was intense, a fire on the skin that seemed to be spreading.

‘Please… please stop,' she begged, the tears welling in her eyes so that everything was blurred. She didn't want to be smacked, she didn't need to be punished, and yet Louise was continuing, relentless and merciless. Each stroke seemed to merge into the last, a constant rhythm of punishment on the tight contours of her behind.

‘If you don't be quiet now,' Louise warned, her voice a low, cold whisper, ‘you'll get worse.'

‘But I haven't done anything…' Hasheeda wailed.

‘That's it!' Louise snapped. She grabbed Hasheeda and pulled her from the sofa onto the floor, forcing her onto hands and knees. The other girl tried to resist but Louise slapped her face hard and then grabbed a thick handful of jet-black hair. ‘Will you do as you're told?' she demanded.

‘Yes… yes…' Hasheeda sobbed. Her backside was smarting terribly, she could sense the redness imprinted on her flesh, and yet suddenly she felt something else. Her heart was pounding again and her nipples were hard…

‘Anything?' Louise persisted, wrapping her hand in Hasheeda's hair ever tighter.

‘Yes, yes,' Hasheeda whispered, realising with mounting horror that she was becoming aroused by the harsh treatment. Her nipples were erect and the heat was there between her thighs and in the pit of her tummy.

Louise smacked her again, bringing her hand down with full force so that the smack resounded around the room. Hasheeda moaned, unable to endure the pain of her chastisement even though it seemed to be merging with the excitement burning in her pussy. She closed her eyes, expecting the punishment to continue, but instead she sighed as she felt Louise's fingers stroke the inside of her thigh. Instinctively she arched her back, lifting her punished bottom higher, offering herself completely to her friend. Louise responded by stroking slowly between Hasheeda's pussy lips, drawing out the honey from within and making Hasheeda shudder with pleasure.

‘You're just
so
wet,' Louise whispered, obviously delighted by the fact.

Hasheeda looked over her shoulder at her punished bottom, her soft brown skin marked a vivid red where she had been spanked the hardest. She sighed softly as Louise teased and stroked her between the thighs, making her whimper with excitement.

‘It seems to me,' Louise whispered wickedly, ‘that you like me to be rough with you.'

‘I… I like whatever you do to me,' Hasheeda whispered nervously, unable to deny that the harsh punishment had given her pleasure as well as a certain, delicious kind of pain. Her nipples were aroused, rigid and sensitive, and when Louise squeezed them the sudden burst of pain brought a cry to Hasheeda's lips and a rush of ecstatic sensation.

Louise, kneeling down, moved into place behind Hasheeda. She slapped her several more times, this time more playfully but still hard enough to make Hasheeda wince with pain. Hasheeda's bottom was high in the air, perfectly displayed, her bottom cheeks partially splayed to reveal both the deep channel between them, the dark button of her anus and the puffy, sensitive folds of her pussy. She was open and vulnerable, every inch of her most intimate parts there to be looked at and played with.

‘Baby, how am I ever going to keep my hands off you?' Louise asked, gently pulling Hasheeda's buttocks further apart. She gazed adoring at the tense anal opening and the sweet flesh between the dark-skinned pussy lips, and then she brought her mouth to Hasheeda's sex. She pushed her tongue deep between the pussy lips, delighting in the wet heat and the taste of her friend.

Hasheeda knew she was going to climax again soon, despite the throbbing pain that still smarted on her behind. She lay still, allowing the other girl to do as she pleased, content to be used and to take her pleasure from it. Louise's tongue was a torment, flicking expertly from tracing the contours of Hasheeda's pussy lips to lapping wetly at her bulging clitoris.

‘And look at this…' Louise whispered, shifting her attentions slightly higher. She flicked her tongue across Hasheeda's anal hole, making the girl gasp with delight. ‘You like that?'

‘Yes,' Hasheeda replied breathlessly, unable to believe that having her anus licked could be so pleasurable.

‘Bad girl!' Louise laughed and smacked her hand across Hasheeda's thigh.

The momentary pain subsided into a warm tingle that merged with the pleasure of being tongued. Hasheeda closed her eyes as Louise began to use her mouth again.

Louise licked across Hasheeda's anal crack, tracing every contour with the tip of her tongue before settling against the tight entrance. She pushed in a little way and was gratified to find Hasheeda squirming with delight. She paused momentarily to wet her fingers inside Hasheeda's soaking pussy, and then kissed the girl's anus, gently penetrating with her tongue.

Hasheeda moaned and pushed her bottom higher, wanting the other girl to suck and lick, to penetrate her from behind. The feel of Louise's tongue against her bottom hole was indescribable, edging her closer and closer to orgasm.

‘Are you a bad girl?' Louise teased.

‘Yes, I'm a bad girl…' Hasheeda whispered.

Louise sat up and then pushed her pussy-soaked finger gently into Hasheeda's well-lubricated anal hole.

Hasheeda cried out, but made no move to get away as Louise's finger went deeper. She hardly dared move or breathe, but she felt a strange sense of pride as Louise's finger moved in and out. It felt so dirty to be violated in that way, it was at once humiliating and yet immensely exciting.

‘You're just so tight,' Louise said, straining to kiss Hasheeda on the mouth as she continued to frig her anally.

The sudden knock on the door caused both of them to look up sharply. They had both forgotten about the party again, but the impatient rap at the door brought everything sharply into focus. Hasheeda looked at Louise, hoping once more for a reprieve.

‘Please,' she begged, ‘I'm just not ready for any more…'

Louise looked at her, and then back towards the door. ‘But you said you'd do anything I asked,' she reminded her friend, turning back to her.

Hasheeda sat heavily on the floor, her bare bottom on the carpet, her skirt in total disarray, her breasts fully displayed and her panties a damp bundle around her ankles. She looked at herself and then stood up shakily. ‘I can't,' she whispered and then, stepping out of her panties, she ran to her bedroom, tears streaming from her big dark eyes.

‘Wait!' Louise called after her, but it was too late.

Hasheeda slammed the door of her room and then crawled to the top of her bed. The tears fell freely as the realisation came to her of all she had done. She had allowed herself to be dressed like a petulant schoolgirl. She had swapped hot kisses and caresses with another young woman. Her breasts had been sucked, her pussy stroked and fingered until she had screamed her orgasm like a whore. She had even been punished, spanked like a recalcitrant child, and then fingered anally. And everything, no matter how demeaning, how perverse and humiliating, had given her pleasure. Now, as she sat silently in her room, the full enormity of it all dawned. All the promises to her parents were broken. She had gone from being a shy virgin who had never even undressed in front of another person to a dirty little whore who had taken her pleasure from the pain of punishment and the rituals of humiliation.

She sat in silence, brooding on what she had done, whilst trying to listen to the hurried conversation going on in the other room. Mike's voice she recognised at once, a deep growl that filtered through the room, but there were other voices also. Other men, though Hasheeda could not hear clearly enough to place them. She hoped fervently that Louise was making up some excuse, giving them a plausible story so they wouldn't have to turn up at the party.

Moments later the door opened a crack and Louise, with her school uniform in sexy disarray, slipped into the room. She came over at once, concern writ clear on her face. ‘Are you all right?' she asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

‘Have they gone?' Hasheeda asked hopefully, glad for Louise's evident consideration.

Louise took Hasheeda's hand and kissed it softly. ‘We're not going to the party,' she reported, and then pulled Hasheeda towards her. They kissed passionately, their lips merging together as Louise pushed her tongue into Hasheeda's mouth.

Hasheeda's breasts were still bared, and when Louise stroked them the nipples were gloriously erect and responsive. ‘I'm so glad,' Hasheeda whispered between kisses, parting her thighs so Louise could stroke her there.

‘We're not going to the party,' Louise whispered in return, ‘but now you have to show me that you really are going to do as you're told.'

Hasheeda froze. ‘What do you mean?'

‘We're not going to the party,' Louise told her again, ‘but the party's come here.'

Louise stood up and went to the door immediately. She opened it a fraction and called to Mike. Hasheeda was too stunned to say anything. Instead she huddled nervously at the top of the bed, curling up tight to cover herself as much as possible. She was aware that the short skirt did little to hide her smoothly tanned limbs, and she had no time to button the blouse, which was open to the waist so she had only her arms to cover her breasts.

‘This is
my
nasty girl,' Louise announced to Mike proudly, ‘and she's going to show me just how much of a nasty girl she is, aren't you?'

Hasheeda could not look either Louise or Mike in the eye. ‘Yes,' she whispered, her throat dry.

‘And does your nasty girl have a taste for hard cock?' Mike asked, his voice carrying a cruel note that made Hasheeda feel even more frightened.

‘She doesn't yet,' Louise replied, walking back to the bed, ‘but she will have.'

Hasheeda huddled up tighter, trying desperately to think of a way out of the awful situation. Louise crawled up onto the bed and then squeezed into the space behind Hasheeda, gazing meaningfully into her eyes, as though willing her to comply.

‘Don't make me punish you in front of Mike,' Louise warned. Hasheeda thought back to the chastisement she had already received, and shuddered. She knew another spanking would hurt, but that having Mike witness it would redouble the humiliation and the excitement. The prospect was both appalling and appealing.

Hasheeda allowed herself to be pulled back so that she was sitting with her legs curled under her, the short skirt thankfully covering the tops of her thighs. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, but Louise reached from behind and took each hand in turn and lowered it. Hasheeda looked away, unable to face Mike, who was gazing at the swell of her breasts, his eyes fixed on the dark nipples. Her breasts were framed on either side by the crisp white shirt and delineated by the knotted tie which dangled between them.