Mistress McKay Pt. 02

Mistress McKay. Part 2

Lucy makes a new friend and is ordered to report for punishment.

It was three weeks later and the marks from my punishment had faded completely. I admired the reflection of my buttocks in my bedroom mirror and felt the now familiar tension building up inside me again. I was in need of a visit to Mistress McKay and I knew it would not be long till I was making that fateful phonecall to bring both pain and humiliation upon myself once more.

Daddy had noticed that I was walking a bit stiffly when I returned from my first visit to Mistress McKay’s chambers and raised a questioning eyebrow at me as I eased myself gingerly into a chair in the living room.

“More than career advice from Miss McKay, Lucy?” he asked, not quite innocently.

“Actually, daddy, yes.” I confessed. I don’t know why. “She punished me for my complaint about you. I got caned again.”

“And you let her do that to you? Now that I remember, there was something about a contract you had with her. Is she still holding you to that?”

“Yes, she is, daddy. The contract is alive and well, and I can’t refuse if she summons me.”

“And that’s what happened, is it? She summoned you for punishment after our dinner the other night?”

“Well, not quite. Actually, I phoned her and asked her to do it. It was my way of atoning to you, and now you know. She caned me, and now I’ve paid my debt to you for that.”

“Really, Lucy. You think I wanted you to be punished for that? I didn’t. However, I see no real evidence of your apology. How do I know you aren’t faking it?”

Oh, god. Daddy wants to see my ass, and it’s covered in stripes. It was a serious caning I just took, but for no good reason I don’t want to refuse him but I don’t want to show him either.

“Can I show you tomorrow, daddy? I’m a bit tired now and I want to go and have a rest.” In fact, I didn’t want him to see how turned on I was, still, having just been brought to three crashing orgasms by Anna, the German assistant to Mistress McKay. But, strangely, I wanted daddy to see what his daughter had put herself through. What new perversion was I developing? I wanted him to see my bruised and striped ass. Where does this drive come from?

“Of course, my girl. Go and have a rest, but tomorrow I would like to see what your headmistress has done to you. You already confessed that you derive pleasure from exposing yourself and submitting to her ministrations. I hope you won’t be shy with me.”

I didn’t really know where this was leading, but I had an idea. I could detect a swelling inside his trousers and I guessed he was getting a thrill out of the conversation.

“Yes, daddy. Just so I know, would you like me to just lower my pants and show you my ass, or are you hoping I will present myself completely naked for your inspection, like I have to be when Mistress McKay canes me?”

The lump in his crotch doubled in size and he reddened. “Well, darling, I think I should leave that decision to you, but I’m sure you can imagine what my answer would be to an offer like that, even if you are my daughter.” He turned and left me to go to my room.

The next day, mum announced that she was going to visit her sister for the day. Dad looked at me and half winked. I guess he knew I was quite looking forward to submitting to his request and I certainly knew that he was looking forward to me doing so.

In the middle of the morning, he brought us a coffee and some biscuits and sat down for a chat.

“Well, Lucy. Are you ready to follow through on yesterday’s promise?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy. I am. But I’m still not sure about how I want to do it. Shall we toss a coin? Heads I just drop my pants, tails I have to strip naked for you?”

“Okay, let’s do that.” He replied and delved into his pocket for a coin. He handed it to me with a smile of encouragement. “Two Pounds, darling. Two possible outcomes!”

I spun the coin in the air, caught it and slapped it onto the back of my left hand. Lifting my right hand, we both gazed at the shiny coin.

“Heads!” I cried out, half in delight and half in dismay. I was getting those flutterings in my belly again. I wasn’t convinced I just wanted to give him a quick flash by dropping my pants. I needed a touch of self-inflicted humiliation.

“But it’s always the best of three, isn’t it?” I ventured, and daddy nodded enthusiastically. I could have left it there, but that wouldn’t have thrilled me as much as my growing need demanded.

I tossed again. “Tails!” My heart rate was speeding up.

“One more try, then. Whichever way it lands, I will obey the coin.” I told him.

I tossed again and watched as time slowed down. I caught it and slapped it down.

“Tails again, daddy. It looks like I have to remove all of my clothes for you now.”

“Yes, Lucy. But only if you truly want to.” He allowed me to renege if I wasn’t up to the challenge.

“I’ve never stripped for a man before daddy. You will be the first one to see me naked. It’s only ever been girls before.”

I could see his trousers were under strain again but that was his problem, not mine. I slowly removed my top, then my bra. My tits aren’t very big, but they are very firm and the nipples are dark like my hair, and thick. Right then, they were as stiff as pencil rubbers. I saw him reach out, automatically, like a child shown the sweeties, but he realized what he was doing and I was rather disappointed as he drew his hand back. My nipples were aching to be touched.

Next came my skirt, and then all I had on was my panties. As it was my ass that was to be the centre of attention, I decided to face him as I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them. My shaven pussy, with the V-shaped pubes above was swelling as I exposed myself to my daddy, and then I spun round and touched my toes, presenting him with a full view of my naked ass. I spread my feet apart for easier balance, realizing as I did so that he would have a clear view of my cunt and asshole. I felt liquid bubbling inside me.

I could see him, upside down between my legs, gawping at my ass. The forty-eight strokes had made a pretty good impression on the skin and the cuts and bruises were still fresh. It was less than 24 hours since the marks had been made. Again daddy reached out, but this time he did not stop, and I felt his fingers touching my buttocks, stroking them as if to feel the raised weals. He was gentle, and his touch was not unwelcome. However, I knew then that I must stop him before he went too far. I stood up, turned around and looked into his eyes.

“There you are, daddy. You have seen what I had to endure in penance for my accusations against you. Mistress McKay has taught me well and I have no regrets. So, thank you daddy, for setting me on the path I hope to follow for the foreseeable future. Let’s not discuss this any more. I’m an adult and I’ll do what I please.”

And for the three weeks since then, my skin repaired itself, daddy returned to his normal habits, mum made no incisive comments, which I had expected, and life was pretty calm. Apart from my growing desire to return to Mistress McKay’s chambers for further instruction.

I saw Anna some time later, by chance, sitting in a café I often go into myself. At first I was startled and wasn’t sure what to do, but she waved through the window and beckoned me in. The door pinged as I entered and a very cute young waitress came to meet me. “I’m joining my friend.” I told her and walked directly to Anna’s table. The waitress blushed and hovered nearby as I sat opposite Anna. Anna regarded her coolly and told her to come back in five minutes.

“Another of my conquests, Lucy. I may show you to her one day, or I may show her to you. Which would you prefer?”

Not the usual way to greet acquaintances, I thought. But as I watched the girl walk away, I sensed a saucy swing to her gait and it was clear to me that Anna wasn’t joking.

“Maybe you could have us both at the same time, Anna.” I retorted, feeling brave. “All you have to do is command me. You know what I’m like.”

“Ja. This is true. When she comes back for your order, you will ask her something interesting.” Anna hadn’t seen me for a few weeks, but she knew what an obedient submissive slut I was and she had no doubt that I would follow her command.

The girl returned, and I soaked up her sexuality as she approached. Pretty face, mousy hair with a fringe, nice shape, medium-sized boobs, round ass, cheeky smile, albeit there was a nervousness about her as she drew closer.

“Cassie, this is Lucy. Lucy is a former pupil of Miss McKay’s. I think you know what that means, Cassie. Lucy has a question to ask you.” Anna sat back and watched the interplay.

“Hello Cassie. Nice to meet you.” I started, a little nervously at the unorthodox meeting and Cassie nodded and smiled. “My question is this – would you please watch as Anna punishes me? She caned me three weeks ago, on my naked ass. Eighteen hard strokes. I want her to do it again, and I want you to watch as I submit to her.”

Cassie obviously hadn’t expected that, and she blushed bright red. Anna watched her with a confident smile on her face.

“Or would you like me to strip you naked in front of Lucy and whip you all over, Cassie, while Lucy watches you writhe?”

Cassie was quite a girl. Recovering quickly from her surprise, she said that she would bring us both a fresh cappuccino and come and join us for ten minutes as her break was overdue. She came back three minutes later and slid into the seat beside Anna, facing me.

“I like what I see, Lucy,” she started, “and I know what I like. And I find you very attractive. I have visited Mistress McKay’s rooms too, twice already; the first time in response to an advertisement I saw in a special magazine, and the second time because I was obeying her instruction to report again to her. That is when I met Anna, a few weeks ago. You see, I am a bit of a masochist and I am definitely a submissive. And I have no interest in boys. I like to take orders from dominant women. However, I am also a voyeur, and I love to see others at play, so when you asked me that simple question, my natural response would be yes. I would love to watch as Anna canes you.” She shrugged, smiled and reached her hand out to hold mine.