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woman poised
with a whip, another bent to receive its instruction. She waited until the cavern was quiet, then questioned her lover with slow, mocking
solicitude.
    “ Did you take pleasure in
yourself today Emma?”
    “ Yes,” she
whispered.
    “ In what manner?”
    “ I masturbated on the boat.
Twice, when you weren’t looking.”
    “ Even knowing it would only
deepen your frustration?” Ione mused.
    “ Yes.”
    “ That doesn’t seem very
logical.” Ione circled her with sinister gravity.
    “ No.”
    “ Did it occur to you that
your self-indulgence might have a cost to others?” she
prodded.
    “ Yes…” Emma timidly
acknowledged.
    “ But you did it
anyway?”
    “ Yes, Ione. I’m
sorry.”
    “ So it goes with any slipper
who’s allowed to administrate the business of her own twat. Does
that seem wise?”
    “ No…”
    “ Indeed. So you will return
that stolen passion now—governing your own reduction for best
effect. After that we will address your passion for self-arousal in
a more productive manner. Ready yourself for a
whipping.”
    Emma marched her knees a little wider and
thrust her posterior as aggressively to the vertical as her
submissive posture would allow.
    Jaw clenched, feet spread
wide for balance, Ione raised the flam, paused to thicken the
smaller woman’s fear, then swept it down to lick her pantied flesh
with a cracking triple impact. The spring-separated leaves arrived
at distinct intervals, one on top of another, conferring a stern,
vibratory kiss between her well-rounded cheeks. Emma was instantly roused by the effect, issued a muffled hiss as
she assimilated its complex stimulation .
    “ A little harder, please…”
she hesitantly requested.
    “ Of course,” Ione
obliged.
    She brought the flam down
again more forcefully, tagging her squarely across the asshole, and
Emma spasmed left to right, thighs wagging
voluptuously.
    “ Just a little harder…” she
whimpered when she had composed herself, and Ione duly accommodated her with
another tripled whipfall.
    Her arm moved fluidly,
sweeping the weapon along a whispery arc through warm cavern air to
administer a taut punishment onto her lover’s soft flesh. Emma shivered at each
new connection, a seething dissipation of pain Ione gauged with
grim detachment.
    “ Maybe just a little
harder…” the little blond disingenuously advised, voice pinched to
a throaty rasp.
    “ As you need.”
    The flam was steady in her
grip, drawn up from each stroke to a precise inclination, offering its staccato report over and over till
the echoes danced cheerily about the cavern. It was good to be on unambiguous
terms with fate once again, if only for the
moment , and s he
found herself relaxing, vagina moistening secretively from the
aesthetic beauty of the smaller woman’s tensely postured
body . O ther couples
were exploring each other with a developing certitude of role and
relation, kissing and fondling and figuring dominance, inspired by
the doyennes’ sensual theater. Ione was grateful for this, as they
were far too numerous to educate or regulate by any other
means.
    She covertly evaluated Manassa’s reaction to their affairs, looking for new insight into her
personality, but couldn’t add much to what had so far emerged. She
grinned habitually, was friendly to everyone, but even the biggest
women found her size and unpredictability intimidating. Her nude
pubis was a constant distraction. And she was fascinated by
clothing for some reason—Ione had watched her examine every article
recovered, lingering with the panties, none of which were large
enough for her. She observed Emma’s reduction with an expression
that was less than innocent now, not quite lust.
    Ione looked squarely at her for an instant,
and the peculiar features of their brief adventure together subtly
aligned to yield a faint but definite intimation of threat.
    “ Just a little harder,” Emma
miserably implored, recalling her to duty. “Give me a nice stiff
one