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tart. We’ve all been done, haven’t we, so why should she get away with it?’
    ‘That seems reasonable, or we could always play another round of the game. She’s very turned on.’
    ‘So am I, which is why you’re going to kiss my arse better before we go downstairs.’
    I wasn’t going to ask if it was the caning that had aroused her, spanking me and watching Pippa beaten, or simply two hours of sex and tension. She still had her trousers down, but instead of sitting on the bed and making me kneel for her as she usually did, she simply pushed her bottom out, resting her hands on her knees with her head half turned so that she could see herself in the mirror.
    Like Pippa and Jemima, she was so slim she showed everything from behind even with her bottom stuck out just a little, so as I got down on my knees I had a clear view of the pouted lips of her sex, with the barbed -wire design on her mound and the twin piercings between, also her bumhole, which I knew full well was where she wanted my tongue.
    I had a perfect view of her welts as well, both muscular, egg-shaped cheeks criss-crossed with vivid red lines and blotchy with bruising. As I puckered up my lips to kiss her cheeks I felt genuinely sorry for what I’d done to her. I unfastened my jeans as I began to kiss her welts, keen to masturbate while I licked her bottom and only sorry that my cunt wasn’t swollen to the size of a grapefruit while I did it. My hand went down the front of my knickers, teasing as I lapped up the salty taste of her skin where she’d broken sweat during her beating.
    She tasted good, and I was soon licking eagerly, all over her cheeks and between, ever closer to her anus. A moment more and I’d pushed my jeans and panties back down, baring my bottom so that I could stroke my still warm cheeks while I remembered how she’d spanked me. With that I let my face go fully in between her cheeks, lapping in her crease before burrowing my tongue in up her bumhole.
    I could taste her, bringing my ecstasy higher through my own deliberate degradation, licking another woman’s bottom clean as I masturbated. My hands had gone back and front, touching my own bottom hole and rubbing my pussy to send little shivers through my body. I was going to come at any moment, unable to stop myself as I licked ever harder and pushed my tongue deeper in up her now open, slippery bumhole.
    She was sighing with pleasure, and I knew I was really supposed to make her come before I did, but I couldn’t stop myself. I went into a jerking, wriggling orgasm, with one finger up my own bumhole, my other hand clutching at my eager cunt and my tongue pushed in up AJ’s bottom just as far as it would go, dirty bum-licking little slut that I am.
    Even when I’d come I didn’t stop licking, but buried my face between AJ’s cheeks, my nose now in her bottom hole as I licked at her pussy, flicking my tongue over her piercings and on to her clit until she too reached her climax. I took hold of her hips at the last moment and held on to her, my face smothered in her bottom, enjoying my own submission until she at last pulled away.
    ‘You needn’t think that pays for my caning,’ she said immediately.
    ‘I don’t,’ I answered her.
    ‘Good, so long as that’s understood. Now let’s get washed up and we’ll get that little brat Jemima, turn and turn about, until the Marquis de Sade himself would feel sorry for her.’
    I nodded agreement and we made for the bathroom, where I had a quick shower and helped rub cream into AJ’s bottom, with the inevitable consequence that I ended up having to bring her to a second orgasm. By the time we’d finished I was beginning to worry that Jemima might no longer be on heat, and when we came downstairs it was to find her and Pippa sipping tea from my best cups. Not that it would have stopped us thrashing her, but they were no longer alone. A third woman was seated where I’d so recently had my hot bottom parked on the hard