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Neil's commanding authority flooded Jake's open-plan dining room.

Diane moved behind the isolated dining chair, hobbled by her black uniform pants around her ankles. She lowered her palms onto its cushioned seat, her white blouse rising. Her tight white cotton bikini panties screamed surrender. She'd let her tension explode over Tamsin's celebration cheesecake. Her friend had sentenced her to the regular cane. Twelve strokes. In front of their friends, Neil was carrying out her strict sentence.

The cane tapped her taut cotton. A skimpy cut, her panties bared significant bottom, deepening her shame. Bent by her man, before her friends, acute disgrace devoured her. Predictable winds didn't shear from the cane's determined path. Foretelling its swift approach, turbulence cast across her virtuous cotton. Its sharp whistle blended into her conscience. Scything into her butt, the cane's impact ricocheted around the vast space. She flinched. Distressed by her feeble reaction, she bit her lip. Almost a whole second passed before its ferocious sting screamed into wretched agony. Castigating pain cast her deep into distress, demanding she bear him no ill will, despite her suffering. His tough response had stopped her from worsening her situation. Deepening her breathing, she gathered her courage.

The smooth rattan laid fresh pain into her misery. She grunted, absorbing its ruthless ferocity. Tasked with punishing her, he should hurt her. She'd let fears for her future unbalance her. Fiery sting cut through her concentration, burning her part-exposed bottom. Sizzling her bare skin, it criticized her doubts. She didn't agree. Doubts weren't wrong. Seeking sanctuary, she softened into her shame, bearing her indignity. The cane struck hard, eliciting an unprompted cry. Pressing her lips together, she focused on the courtyard tiles beyond the windows, tracking their lines while the rattan printed painful paths across her bottom, below her skimpy panties. Vicious heat stung her conscience. She'd let down Tamsin. She dug deep to defend her dignity. Tamsin had shown her mercy, choosing the regular cane. Mercy, but not sympathy. She'd still condemned her to discomfort during her line check exam tomorrow. Her goal in reach, it was plausible she'd succeed. The cane respected its duty, cracking double strokes hard. Handling its fury stole her total attention.

Tamsin didn't shy from enjoying her friend's humiliation. She hadn't triggered this pleasure. Resounding cracks echoed in her considerable space. Sharp white lines leaped across her friend's skimpy white panties. Transforming into harsh red welts, they burned fiery punishment into her friend's part-bare bottom. Severe strokes plunged savage pleasure into her captivated sex. Her friend's stillness screamed compliance, monopolizing her demented sex. She squeezed her legs together.

Diane delved deep into her thoughts, thrusting them against her pain. From her barista perspective, flying had felt glorious. Within reach, her dream had dimmed. Airline bureaucracy repelled her. Structure pleased her co-pilot. Tamsin's excitement today showed their diverging aspirations. She'd told nobody about her undeveloped thoughts, not even Neil.

"Last one, Diane," Neil said.

She summoned her courage. It must be unbearable. She owed Tamsin. Dedicated to taking it in total silence, respect flooded her. Respect for her boyfriend, who hadn't hesitated to thrash her before their friends. Respect for her friend who'd sentenced her hard. The rattan exploded its fury through her thin panties. Fire scorched her skin. She caught her cry. Turning it into a frantic hiss, she tensed her legs. It didn't dissipate the fresh fury. Sixty seconds elapsed. Pain crested, flooding her punished cheeks. Bearing her suffering, she kept still, broadcasting her respect for her friends.

"Stand, young lady."

Obeying, she faced her boyfriend. Unembarrassed to be overheard, she said, "Thank you for caning me, Neil. I'm sorry."

He nodded.

She pulled up her pants, re-buckling her chic but unnecessary belt. Keeping her gaze low, she sat back at the dining table, her bottom ungrateful for the cushioned seat.

Flustered, Tamsin rose, heading towards her kitchen, carrying the dirty cheesecake knife. She scrapped it clean. Running it under the hot water, she warmed its blade. Returning, she cut clean slices of cheesecake. Serving Diane first, she beamed. Her friend's responsive smile swelled her heart. Embarrassing punishment had often corrected their course. A proven solution. She loved Diane

Despite the delicious creamy mandarin topped wonderfulness, Diane felt everyone's focus shift forward. Her intense agony settled into humble pain, urging her sex towards her bedroom. Finishing her cheesecake, she lifted her head. "If you don't mind, I'm heading to bed."

Neil rose, his swift action supporting her goal.

Tamsin grinned, hinting she understood.

Standing, Jake said, "We'll clear up."

Diane went to Jake. In Australia, he'd caned her at her request for mistakes. Being beaten before him delivered fresh, shocking shame. Despite her embarrassment, she met his gaze, detecting simple respect. "I'm sorry Jake. Thanks for dinner."

He pulled her in, giving her a monstrous hug. Swept into his arms, forgiveness engulfed her. Extending her restored pride, she hugged Tamsin. Her friend whispered, "I need fucking, thanks to you."

Separating, she grinned. "Me too." Reaching the underground passageway, a sideways glance from Neil confirmed their shared goal, speeding their pace. In their bedroom, he removed his chinos, stripping to tight white shorts. Hanging her uniform pants in the closet, she allowed him a full view of her caned bottom in cute panties. Turning, his appreciation rammed against his shorts. White underwear suited her man, conveying unending confidence. On her, it proclaimed innocent obedience.

Reaching for him, she slid into his arms. His kiss thrust naked desire into her lips. His leg rammed between hers, pressing against her sex. Flexing her hips, she rubbed against his robust thigh. His firm grip hurt her bottom. Good hurt. Pushed back onto their bed, she fell, consumed by his male strength.

Shoving his shorts down, he kicked them away. Pressing his bare, rock-hard manhood against her, she moaned beneath him. Rising onto a knee, he ripped down her white panties. He adored her innocent underwear, it emphasized her adherence to rules, regulations, and him.

She thrust her body against him. Losing her panties was pure perfection. His blatant show of authority stripped her of choice. She'd gifted herself to him long ago, hard punishment fixing their relationship worries. Worry-free, their strict arrangement hadn't changed. "You caned me in front of our friends. Formal punishment."

His hardness forced her legs apart, sliding into her. Her sex clamped him, squeezing full pleasure from his fierce thrust.

"Did I embarrass you?" he asked.

His manhood thrust deep, demanding her acceptance. "I was a brat. I deserved it. Thank you."

"Good girl. You needed punishing."

His soothing tone, packing with rigid firmness, triggered a deep rumble. "I obeyed you," she panted. "Bending in my panties."

"White panties," he growled.

"Smart, sensible, virtuous panties." She stared into his eyes, begging for renewed proof.

His gaze bored into her brain, reading her thoughts. "I exposed your hidden obedience. Forced you to show our friends your plain white cotton panties. You obeyed me, accepting your embarrassment."

"Without question," she breathed, passion spooling.

"Jake saw me cane you."

She shuddered. "He won't doubt your toughness. I deserved it. I was appalling." Forcing her hips against him, her sex devoured his male strength, demanding more. Straining against her leash, his strength conquered her. A full-force thrust collapsed her control. Throbbing through her willing sex, repeated thrusts blasted his satisfaction deep into her blissful flood. She shuddered. Under his control, legions of passion amassed, bursting into pleasure, chasing her tension away.

Sliding off her, he rolled onto his side. "Worried about tomorrow?"

She nodded. She wasn't. It was her entire future, causing her concern. But still unclear, she kept her unfinished thoughts secret, protecting them from premature observation. His possessive arm wrapped around her, caressing her fresh cane welts. Responsible for her pain, his firm fingers contributed sweet kindness.

"These will help," he said.

She smiled. "I love you for caning me. I deserved it. Perhaps, I also needed it."

"Did you mind Jake and Tamsin seeing?"

Pursing her lips, she considered her response. Her sex throbbed, giving its unrequested opinion. She smiled. "It added edge."

Stroking his re-awakening manhood, he grinned. "Sure did."

Tamsin had shoved stuff into their Miele dishwasher, caring little for its placement. Now, three floors above the carriage house, she dropped her black uniform pants into the bedroom laundry bin, unbuttoning her white blouse. Glancing down, her bright blue Stripe and Stare bikini panties with wavy lace edging thrust sexiness back up her core. She dropped into the low, gray corner chair, resting her tired arms. Seeing her sexy panties on flagrant display, passion flooded her desperate sex. In very ordinary panties, her friend had bent on her man's orders. Stripped of her dignity, she'd ceded control, displaying charming submission, richer for its harsh suffering.

Watching Jake undress, she slipped her fingers into her panties, unashamed of her blatant show. She'd seen his reaction downstairs. Tight white briefs defined the contours of his powerful butt. She stroked her sticky slit, groaning. He arrived. Kneeling, he spread her legs apart, shoving his head in between. He forced her panties aside, replacing her fingers. His tongue teased along her opening. A firm flick against her clit fired fierce energy into her. She panted. "Again."

He teased her, taking his time. Without warning, another jolt crashed through her. "Oh, god, Jake. Again."

His tongue repeated fast. Double jolts thundered deep, tearing fresh tracks through her. She yelled. Shoving her need into his face, she begged. "Don't stop."

His tongue tossed her clit, wielding outrageous power over her. Spates of desperation reeled through her, permeating parts unreached. She throbbed under his powerful tongue, his utter control negating choices, demanding she accept pleasure. She conceded, picturing her friend's crisp white panties stretched taut on her bent bottom, receiving ever harder cane strokes. Pain escalating, her friend got stronger. Balanced on the edge of fulfillment, she gripped the chair arms, critical. Jake's persuasive tongue plunged her into a violent downward spiral. Crushed beneath inconceivable pleasure, she collapsed under escalating orgasms.

He withdrew. Staggering upwards, he fell back onto their bed.

Shuddering from her pleasure pile, she straightened her panties, gasping, "You tamed me."

"Were you thinking about Diane?"

Blushing, she nodded.

He sat up, seeing her response. "Naughty. Are you ashamed?"

Her deepening blush answered him.

"You won't escape judgement."

Her sex celebrated his firm declaration. She deserved to feel her friend's pain.

"One hard spank for your tawdry pleasure."

Her clit hardened in deadly agreement. She stroked her sexy blue panties, watching him. His expression toughened, turning her on again. She flung her fingers back into her lacy cotton, circling her clit. "Hard. Very hard."

Standing, he opened their nearby implement closet, considering his choices. Grabbing a small leather spanker, he showed it to her. She shook her head, her finger busy celebrating her friend's abject humiliation.

"Good girl. You deserve much worse."

She nodded, building her frenzied pleasure.

He withdrew the cane he'd replaced earlier.

She groaned. "No, worse than Diane. I deserve worse. I'm shameful."

He nodded. Her groans proved her commitment. He withdrew their oxblood red leather strap. It had punished her worst relationship offences, bringing deep submission, lasting pain, and beautiful humility.

"Oh, god. No. Yes. Sorry." Coiling around her sex, her control burst, flinging her back into her chair. Pulsing in repose, she panted, closing her eyes, settling into her shattered abandon.

He stepped towards her, carrying the strap.

Opening her eyes, she welcomed his unequivocal presence, strap in hand.

Forcing her to meet his gaze, he said, "Bend over the bed."

Standing on unsteady legs, she stepped forward, obeying him.

He pushed her white shirt up, admiring her bright blue panties. Their wavy edge cut across her butt. They wouldn't impede the heavy strap. "Stay still. It must be brutal. You need this."

Her heart praised his promise. Without her arousal, the strap would deliver unmitigated pain. Lowering her head, she acknowledged its correctness. She deserved immeasurable pain. Their beloved strap slammed into her bottom. Its righteous crack consumed her soul, wrapping heat across both her cheeks. A carpet of pure fire burst across her butt. Her impacted flesh screamed its unparalleled suffering. Reminded of his exquisite authority, her sex roared its utter delight.

"Stand up. No rubbing. Accept your spanking. You deserve it."

She obeyed, passion exploding within. Pulling him towards their bed, she lay beside him. Sliding her hand into his tight, white underpants, she removed his hardness. "Thank you for strapping my disgraceful bottom. You enjoyed her punishment, too. Be honest."

"I did," he said. "She's cute. Very obedient."

Her fiery backside powered faster strokes. "Cuter than me?" Watching him struggle for a satisfactory response, she released him from purgatory. "I masturbated about her. That makes her cute." Stroking him harder and faster, she added to his relief.

"Neil's tough," he muttered. "He thrashed her."

"She deserved it." Watching her man pant under her touch, crimson flames licked at her sex. She ripped off her panties. Climbing onto him, she drove herself down his shaft. Falling onto her hands, her hips drove him deeper. Staring straight at him, she said, "I watched my friend being beaten."

"Her submission was beautiful."

"Gorgeous," she whispered, hunger riveting her. Holding her dire need on the tip of his shaft, she dared not plunge to her death.

He muttered, "God, her little panties were cute."

Her sex lost grip, hurtling her down his fierce length. Brutal pleasure flared in her depths. His violent explosion sustained her bliss. Falling on him, her body shook, stunned by her rapacious need.

After a while, she slid beside him. "Shall I wear plain white cotton panties sometimes?"

"God, yes. Small, tight ones."

She whispered, "Will you make me?"

He rolled, facing her. "I'll order you into them. A hidden mark of respect, proving your private obedience."

"Private obedience," she whispered, luxuriating in its taste. She'd choose very tight panties, slight discomfort a constant reminder of her exquisite respect. Her smile spread.

He stroked her jet black hair. "You're a beautiful girl, Tamsin, but you need tough handling."

His tenderness whispered over her, settling her heart. "I love you, Jake."

Next evening, Diane arrived home triumphant. Jake and Neil had prepared. Celebrating their two official airline first officers, Jake had organized a black, stretched limousine. Neil had reserved their table.

Ushered inside the gorgeous Cadillac, Tamsin and Diane compared their outfits to the cream leather seats, confused. Their boys had suggested tight jeans, cute tops, and heels.

Progressing upstate, Diane figured it. She blurted to Tamsin. "We're going to Hi-Way." During flight school, the classic American diner near their apartment had secured their regular custom, celebrating their solo flights, multi-engine ratings, and pilot's licences. Now, thousands of flight hours richer and certified airline first officers, it was perfect.

"Raspberry fusion sundae for me," Diane said.

"Chocolate fantasia for me," Tamsin responded. Turning to their men, she said, "Good choice, guys. We can't risk cheesecake."