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on the asshole…”
    Ione did as requested, endowing her lover to
negotiate the devious protocol of droll reversal; a technique of
psychological domination which induced a whirling self-antagonism
in a subject that could be stewarded to an amusingly volatile
pliancy.
    She collected the whole of her intent to
the little blond’s auto-disciplinary program , marking her reaction to each measured application of the flam. When it was
perfectly wielded — and this was a matter of fingertip
precision — the
little rubber leaves would land straight down the sensitive valley
of her sphincter, and Emma would react with almost comic intensity,
reflexively dispersing a wave of agony that crested at the nape of
her posterior, shimmied down the radius of her sensually bowed
back and wide-stanchioned thighs to set her calves dancing on the
blanket. Her shapely limbs twitched in helpless abetment of the pain Ione
delivered to her specification, throat issuing a slurred, witless appeal , an all-encompassing term for
torment .
    Then without apparent meditation she wilted,
testing Ione with an artful capitulation to her mastery.
    “ No more, please… I won’t
masturbate without permission again,” she sniveled. “I promise.
Maybe if–
    “ Yes?”
    “ Maybe you could spank me by
hand instead. It would be more personal and
humiliating…”
    “ A more effective deterrent
as you see it?” Ione waited to see if her carefully cultivated
self-abuse had taken hold.
    Emma considered, then gave way to the inertia
of the proceedings. “Well… no. I guess not. What I need now is a
real smacking,” she decided, shrugging down in anticipation. “Let
me have it,” she presumptuously gritted.
    “ Then get your ass in the
air!” Ione roared, obediently canceling all leniency. The flam came
down with a new plenitude of misery, flogging Emma with an accuracy and
intensity she could barely
withstand . Ione savored the thought of her
sensual little pucker writhing under the low-cut pink lingerie,
answering to a schedule of correction under her own, ironic
control . Her
lover’s voice was an unmodulated gasp that issued forth to inspire the women of
the camp, wrestling on soft blankets now, aggressively negotiating
size and psychology by the deep red lambency of the gnome
overhead.
    “ Harder! Nice and stiff!
Get into it!” Emma
rasped, commanding her reduction with an increasingly obvious
sincerity.
    Ione obliged with an
ass-whipping that more than answered her desire, gradually steering
her behavior to a ruthless, bitching believability. She finally
halted to let Emma contemplate her own ambition for
a moment.
    “ Ohhhhhh that fucking hurts …” she
hissed, humbled by the flam’s mastering
tuition.
    “ Are we
finished?”
    “ No, we are not finished.
W e will continue, but in a more humiliating
place this time.”
    “ W here will this new connection occur?” Ione deferentially
inquired.
    “ At the quim. The snooch,
the snatch, the pussy!” Emma spat.
    Kneeling , Ione pinned the smaller
woman’s neck under her crotch, r aised the flam again . “Your will commands all. I will do as you
instruct,” she murmured obediently.
    She raised the flam, swung
with careful velocity, laying it along the curve of Emma’s rump to snap
down on her vulva, each leaf conferring a distinct kiss that
compounded to a fluttering vibration. Emma groaned in mingled agony
and bliss, and Ione striped her again a little harder, judiciously
evaluated the result.
    “ A little stiffer…” Emma
encouraged, and the rubber leaves flattened noisily on her twat, just reaching
her clitoris for a n abusive
kiss .
    Emma shivered at this
sensation and lost her composure, lurching out of
position . I one
helpfully secured her wrists behind her back with one hand, planted her
crotch down hard on Emma’s neck and brought the flam down four times in fast
succession. Emma yelped, a senseless, pain-randomized utterance, then
belligerently demanded more.
    “ Mmmm…