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Mistress brings her new friend home during Kara’s third summer there. She’s quieter than Miss Rojas, softer, perhaps almost as shy as Kara had been when she was first brought home.
Lena, as Mistress had informed her, doesn’t wear a collar like she does, instead gifted with a ring around her finger that sparkles beneath the light. She is to be Mistress’ wife instead of her pet, no list of chores to be completed before she climbs into Miss Rojas’ bed each night, no discipline if she steps out of line.
It doesn’t hurt like Kara expected it would, her ego soothed by the interest that Lena takes in her.
She becomes Mommy. Kind and encouraging after a stern scolding from Mistress, gentle as she rubs the sting from Kara’s sore bottom. Mommy isn’t strict, slow to punish—spankings a rarity from the one so willing to give her an extra chance—her smile always endeared when Kara stumbles into trouble; entirely enamored with the sweet little pet she’d inherited after falling in love with Andrea.
Kara thought Mistress would perhaps disapprove of her relationship with Mommy, maybe even force the troublemaker from the bedroom and into her own room each night, but, if anything, Mistress seems to relish it; perhaps as equally enamored even if she is slow to state it unless drunk.
Andrea’s gaze is soft whenever she thinks her little pet isn’t looking.
Even now, as Kara lays between them in bed, sniffling into Lena’s neck, there are no complaints. Mistress merely reads her book, glasses perched on the end of her nose, softly smiling as she listens to her pet seek comfort from her Mommy.
Fridays are the little one’s least favorite day, yet the one she oddly wishes would arrive quickly each week. Fidgeting hands struggle to stay away from the throbbing space between her thighs, blood rushing loudly in her ears whenever Kara thinks of what Mistress will do to her—each mistake during the week paid for in tears before bedtime on Friday evenings.
A sound spanking from Mistress would usually ease her into a deep, peaceful sleep, exhausted and sore, a smile playing on her lips despite the red-rimmed eyes, but tonight is different.
Tonight, Mommy had watched, had handed Mistress the solid wood hairbrush upon request, had even quietly reminded Kara of the expectations they have of her. It felt different, something electric and warm coiling deep in the little one’s belly, secretly enthused by the audience her weekly spankings wouldn’t usually have had before Lena joined them.
Her private parts throb, hot and sticky, distracting her from the sleep that would usually steal her away in only a few moments, left restless and unable to settle until she receives the attention she sorely craves.
She softly pleads with Mommy, face buried in the crook of a warm neck, for an opportunity to soothe the ache between her thighs. Mommy doesn’t say no, but she also doesn’t say yes , and Kara is more than aware of Mistress’ presence less than a foot away from them. If Mistress believes she has stepped out of line, Kara will soon know, most likely draped across those firm thighs for a second round with the hairbrush.
“She’ll huff and squirm all night if you don’t give her what she wants,” Andrea grumbles, features crinkled with faux irritation—privately aroused by Kara’s begging. “Neither of us will be able to sleep with her wriggling around all night.”
“That sounds like an ultimatum,” Mommy muses, her hand slipping down to pat Kara’s reddened bottom, still warm to the touch. “Is that something you’d usually reward?” she asks, already aware of the answer and struggling to hide her grin.
“Perhaps it’s just something I would like to watch,” Andrea shrugs, closing her book and resting it on the bedside table. She leans forward and leaves another stinging smack to Kara’s bottom, “but if Mommy is going to play with our troublemaker’s kitty, then what will be offered in return?” She spanks her again, grinning at the shifting hips that attempt to wiggle out of reach of her Mistress’ hard hand.
“Please, Mistress,” Kara whines, a devastating pout tugging on her lower lip. “No more.”
“It’s a fair question, pet,” Andrea tsks. “Why should you be the only one staining my nice sheets? It would only be fair that you return the favor and please your Mommy, too, wouldn’t it?” She shifts closer and pinches Kara’s sore bottom, “or do I perhaps need to help you discover your manners again?”
The look Lena sends her is reproachful, her future wife much too soft on the girl. Andrea sighs, “it seems your Mommy is once again taking pity on you, pet.”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
The smug tone is unmistakable, the soft sigh that follows much too content. Andrea would never have stood for this in the past, would merely have ordered her pet to deal with the restlessness, threaten her with another spanking if she refused to settle, but it seems Lena’s arrival has brought some changes into their household.
“You’re lucky you have Mommy to protect you, little girl.”