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Diane winced. A twinge of jealousy flew circuits round her body, stinging her mind as Kate embraced Louise. Quashing her selfish reaction, she hugged the striking blonde who owned Andrew's heart. Fixtures forever; her investment in Ben's friends had born fruit.

Settling with Louise on Kate's brown leather couch, she said, "I hear you've moved Andrew in."

Louise grinned. "When you know, you know."

Kate poured the chilled Australian Sauvignon Blanc Diane had enjoyed. Taking her slate gray armchair, she listened to her two friends bonding. She shared secrets with both girls, each a formidable threat to their collective friendship. Her delightful private knowledge teased her as Louise gave a PG rated version of her sudden success with Andrew. Letting her friends' unnecessary naivety continue would breed mistrust. Leaning forward, she set her wineglass on her coffee table. Diane and Louise turned to her.

"Secrets will tear us apart," Kate said, seizing their attention. "By chance I share sensitive ones with you both."

Diane threw her a warning expression. Louise sat upright. Ignoring both, Kate said, "I'm sorry you'll both suffer brief embarrassment. Please bear with me. It will be worth it, I promise."

Accorded the floor, she continued. "Diane, Louise didn't lie. She polished her story for general consumption. She pissed off Andrew with serious cowardice, embarrassing him at work. Distraught, he asked for advice. I gave him my best wisdom and lent him my rattan cane, endangering my privacy."

Diane gasped, blushing at the word 'cane'. But it proved... "Oh my god," she blurted. "Andrew caned you."

Louise blushed. 

"It's okay," Diane said. "Neil paddles me. Kate knows."

"How does Kate know?" Louise demanded. 

Kate kept calm. She'd poured fuel on flames. Tending the fire was her responsibility. "I discovered Diane's secret last week," she said. 

Standing, she pulled her cane from above her fridge, recounting her failure to keep its whereabouts secret from Diane's nearby hand. "Punished by Neil's solid paddle, she wanted to feel my flexible cane."

Spellbound, Louise stared at Kate. She'd treasured another girl knowing Andrew caned her, even fantasizing about Kate watching her, intensifying her shame.

"I caned her," Kate said. She'd been lax in replying to messages.

"But she was busy training," Louise interjected.

"She didn't upset me," Kate said. "Diane needed to feel sorry. Her poor friendship, although forgivable, was a fair excuse."

"She gave me a real caning," Diane said, blushing with pleasurable embarrassment. She loved admitting Kate had caned her. Humility flushed sultry heat into her delighted sex.

Louise turned her gaze between Kate's mesmerizing chestnut hair and Diane's brunette beauty, picturing the scene. Her sex tightened. Jealousy fought against respect. Respect won. Kate had rescued her relationship with Andrew. She said, "Kate, if I deserve it, I'd accept your consequences."

Kate smiled. 

Diane said, "Be careful, Louise, she canes hard. It's tough love."

Louise smiled, savoring her friend's warning. 'Tough love' circled her mind. "I prefer tough love to secrets and lies. Thank you for bringing us together, Kate." Turning to Diane, she asked, "Does Neil know Kate caned you?"

"I couldn't hide my striped butt."

"What did he say?"

"He enjoyed every detail." She grinned. 

Kate grinned. She'd teased Ben, describing Diane's perfect apricot panties and her humble reaction to their cane.

Louise glanced at Kate. "Andrew doesn't know about Diane."

"I trust you'll fix that."

"I'll also tell him about you caning Diane. Do you mind?"

Kate said. "Secrets will kill us. Punishment will only embarrass. Diane?"

"I'll get embarrassed next time I meet Andrew."

"Nonsense," Louise said. "He worships you both. But I won't stop him enjoying your story."

Kate and Diane grimaced. 

"I'm okay with it," Diane said. "Beats keeping him in the dark."

Louise grinned. She'd tease Andrew with her sexy knowledge. Gazing at her girlfriends, her heart blossomed. A recent convert to the cane, these girls knew her deepest desire. They knew her man thrashed her bottom, keeping her in line. They knew she sometimes walked sore, cane lines decorating her bum under her tight jeans. Devilish desire drove jealousy of Diane. The beautiful, brilliant brunette had bent before Kate.

Diane's sex clenched at their sweet intimacy. Six sound strokes from Kate had made her humble. Her caning had sealed their friendship. She'd given Kate an extra enormous hug on arrival, buoyed by their shared secret.

Kate raised her glass. "Sore bottoms, sound men, and smart girls."

Diane grinned, clinking her glass with her friends.

"May it long do us good," Louise added.

Conversation descended into their relationships. Louise revealed Andrew kept his stuff neat in their bathroom. Approving nods all round pleased her.

Louise's gaze followed Kate's amazing chestnut hair. Sparkling like flawless bubbles in fine champagne, it flowed as she rounded her kitchen island. Kate deposited a brown woven basket on the coffee table, stuffed with slender-necked white plastic pouches.

"I'm ravenous," Diane said.

Interrupted by the intercom buzzer, Kate collected cartons of steaming Chinese, ordered earlier. Diane opened a carton, delighted with roasted pork. Seizing the crispy layer with her chopsticks, she doused her raging hunger.

Louise shared Kate's pan-friend beef noodles. Given up by Kate in favor of soft shell crab, she took over Kate's carton. Picking up one of the plain white pouches, she tore its top where notches suggested and sniffed its contents. Odorless, she went to pour it over her noodles.

"Stop," Kate yelled, flinging her arm at Louise. "That's Ben's secret hair product. He wants you both to test it."

Suspended between food and function, Louise said, "I assumed it was soy sauce."

"The pouch design comes later, hence plain white," Kate said. "They require manual mixing. He's still working on the inbuilt mixing mechanism. Grab a red ball." She pointed to glossy red capsules beneath the pouches. "Drop it in your pouch, count to ten. Now you've opened it, you must continue."

Flicking her blonde tresses, Louise said, "What will happen to my hair?"

"You're beautiful," Kate said. "This keeps your shape, boosting your natural shine beyond your dreams."

Dissuaded by Ben from influencing her friends, Kate kept her confidence in check. Cynical yesterday, she'd stared into every mirror. No matter how she moved, her hair declared perfection, settling into shape. Every single strand sparkled like diamonds caught in sunlight. She'd applied it again this morning, noticing her friends' frequent scrutiny this evening.

Louise stared at Kate. The girl's beautiful chestnut hair had drawn her constant gaze this evening. Resting her carton on Kate's coffee table, she dropped her red capsule down her pouch's slim neck. Counting out loud, she reached ten. 

"Now squeezed it hard," Kate instructed.

"Won't it spill?"

"No, squeeze it. Quick."

Driven by Kate's determination, Louise crushed her pouch, bursting forth a fine multicolored mist. 

"Place your hair in the mist," Kate said.

Louise leaned forward into her colorful mist cloud. Cool droplets nestled in her golden tresses. Sensational colors whispered around her head. Light reflecting off particles created her personal starry night. 

"Is that it?" Louise demanded.

Diane watched, awestruck. Superstar shine overtook Louise's beautiful blonde locks. Needing no help, her stunning blonde friend had just reinvented spectacular.

"What's it done to me?" Louise asked, her stricken tone matching her anxious expression.

"Have a look," Kate waved towards her bathroom.

Kate held her smile, storing Diane's dumbfounded expression for Ben. 

"Fuck," Louise screamed, running from the bathroom. "I'm beautiful."

"You already are," Kate grinned. 

"Shit, that's fantastic," Louise called, disappearing back into the bathroom. 

Every blonde hair lay in pure harmony with its partners. She stroked her glossy strands. The finest charmeuse silk flew through her fingers. Disturbed by her inspection, she flicked her sleek strands into splendid order. Landing over her shoulders, her hair broadcast natural brilliance.

Returning radiant to Kate's leather couch, she asked, "Will it last?"

"I did mine this morning," Kate said.

"Oh, killer."

Diane reached for a white pouch. "May I?" she asked.

"Please. Ben wants a full report."

Diane tore her pouch, dropping in her red ball. Counting, she exploding her private color-filled mist. Enjoying the cool sensation as the mist surrounded her hair, she waited. "How long?" she asked.

"Ten seconds," Kate said, watching both girls.

Diane stepped from her diminishing mist to a splendid smile from Kate.

"Check it out," Kate said. 

Her friends' reactions proved Ben had cracked his intractable problem.

Hurrying from the bathroom, Diane grabbed four pouches, her fingertips gathering their precious red capsules. Louise scooped up the rest. 

"I take it you approve," Kate said, grinning.

"He's a certified fucking genius," Diane said. "I'm turning myself on. That hair air will sensationalize the ultimate bad hair day."

Kate stared at Diane, open-mouthed. Yesterday, she'd bounced brand names off their walls with Ben. None had appealed. "That's its name. Hair Air," Kate yelled.

"Did I guess it?" Diane asked, pleased.

"You invented it. Ben and I struggled yesterday, bouncing around ideas."

"Will he give me free product?"

Kate grinned. "Once he solves that capsule. He loathes it. He wants a pouch you rub to mix the clever chemicals which create the mist."

Louise said, "My company manufactures plastic pouches which mix multiple contents upon rubbing a seal. A well-known camping meal brand uses it. Reduced in size, it might suit Hair Air." The slick brand name caressed her lips. If Hair Air went international, she'd have an epic deal. "Give me Ben's number."

Storing Ben's number in her iPhone contacts, Louise sighed inside. A niggle brushed against her consciousness, working its way loose. Kate's earlier words fired guilt arrows into her heart. Her generous girlfriend had endangered her privacy to save her relationship with Andrew. Her boyfriend couldn't forget the private knowledge he'd gained. She might have refused his proposal of hard punishment, piercing Kate's privacy without gain. Her inaction had launched this dangerous chain of events. Faced with a threat to her relationship, she'd stayed silent while Kate had spoken up. She owed Kate. Jealous of Diane's private caning, her sex delivered its stiff sentence. She owed Kate the deepest apology.

Eyeing Kate's cane discarded on the kitchen island, she rose, collected the cane, and stood before Kate. 

Her friends' chatter ceased. She said, "Kate, you mentioned earlier you'd endangered your privacy. It makes my original mistake of keeping quiet about my old one-night-stand feel pathetic. While I couldn't admit justifiable sex, you exploded your privacy to save my relationship. My inaction next to your guts bears no comparison. Please help me apologize for the position I put you in."

Humility dampening her panties, she handed Kate her cane. "I'll accept any sentence you issue."

Kate glanced towards Diane.

Diane nodded. She wanted to watch the stunning blonde bend. Kate's cane should celebrate Louise's sense of honor.

Kate said, "I questioned my common sense after Andrew left. But if I'd made your mistake, I'd have welcomed Ben, making me sore. I'm proud of you for accepting Andrew's caning. Mine won't hurt less."

Hot liquid submission flooded Louise's arms, spreading to her legs, gathering in her sex. "Thank you," she whispered.

"The office," Kate said, pointing her cane beyond the bathroom.

Following her friends, Diane squeezed her legs, her sex on fire. She'd performed this tough six-foot walk. Obeying Kate required deep personal respect. Louise's sincere apology showed she understood. Leaning against the wall with a perfect view of Ben's wooden desk, her sex begged her to ram her fingers down her jeans.

In a steady voice, Kate said, "Louise, obeying me may feel embarrassing, but I expect your cooperation while I cane you."

Louise's sex screamed her response. She said, "Yes, Kate." 

"Drop your jeans."

Louise unsnapped her button, unzipped her olive skinny stretch-cotton jeans, bending to push them to her ankles. Humbled by the girl she admired, she wanted her surrender to be whole. Rising exposed her long slender bare legs and bright purple sporty string bikini panties.  

Obedience coursing through her core, she placed her hands on her bare thighs, accepting her unashamed capitulation.

"Bend over," Kate ordered, pointing at the desk.

Louise shuffled to the desk, hampered by her obedient jeans. She rested her arms on its solid surface. Stretching her grip to the far edge, she lowered herself across the worn wood. Her sleeveless cream blouse pressed into the desk as her bare arms emphasized her exposure. Stripped to her panties by her friends, she presented her pretty bottom for perfect pain. She deserved this discomfort. 

Diane admired the tight purple panty elastic bisecting her friend's cheeks, carving neat curves across her petite bottom.

Kate said. "Thank you for your apology. However, it doesn't spare you from six cuts of the cane."

Louise relaxed. It was a fair sentence. She didn't want sparing. Kate's lesson already hurt the worst. Submitting to her friend's strict commands demanded deep humility. Twisting her head, she said, "Kate, make it hurt me, please. I'm very sorry my pathetic weakness caused you such a risk. Thank you for telling Andrew your secret. I'm so grateful I have no words. Please thrash me, Kate."

"Understood," Kate said. Impressed by Louise's impassioned plea for sincerity, she resolved to beat the beautiful blonde.

Louise breathed as the rattan rested against her purple panties, determined to show her sorrow by taking her strokes in silence. A sudden whistle ended in a sharp crack. Hot pain lanced through her tight cotton. Gripping the desk, she channeled her pain through her fingers, panting it away as the burning stripe stung her soul. She remembered what her tormentor had done for her. Her legs straightened, and she pushed out her painful bottom. Fiery agony must bite her backside. The sleek stick delivered. Agonizing lines burned across her girlish cheeks, biting obvious shame into her bared skin. 

Diane stuck her fingers in her hip pockets to stop them from betraying her. Louise's perfect bottom stole center stage, delightful cuts of the cane leaving deep red hurt in their wake. Angry red stripes sliced across her friend's purple panties, proving her honor. Watching Louise's beautiful submission dripped desperate heat into her own panties. Sharing this with Neil wouldn't be for his satisfaction alone.

Louise took her sixth stroke in determined silence. Burrowing heat into the crease of her bottom and thighs, its justified cruelty delivered deep sanction. Struggling in silence, she furrowed her pain into pride. She'd met her obligation without resistance. 

"You may stand now, Louise."

Admiration for Kate burning from her marked skin, she faced the girl who'd given her Andrew. "Thank you, Kate. Standing here stripped and sore, I feel only pure gratitude. I deserved it. Thank you for caning me. I needed to feel it from you." 

Stepping towards Louise, Diane said, "Not a sound. Impressive respect."

"Thank you," Louise said. "I wanted to show Kate what her punishment meant to me." Her olive jeans around her ankles, she pulled her girlfriends close. Wrapping them in a tight hug, she said, "I've learned a valuable lesson tonight. Even just among us girls, the cane brings us closer."