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  Maxim addressed the women in the corner. “Caroline, Avery. Come hug your friend, she is going to bed with her husband. Then we finish your punishment while she naps.”

  The women ran to Inga, hugging her so tightly, their happy tears making Inga cry all over again. She never thought she’d have friends like this in America. They had truly become her family away from home.

  Garrett stood, reaching for her hand. “Come, let’s get you to bed. Now it makes sense that your breasts were so sore. You will not hide how you feel from me again. I need to know.”

  She quietly waved to her friends as they climbed the stairs to their room.

  Chapter 13

  Caroline watched Inga climb the stairs. Even though she hadn’t known her for long, she was very excited about her friend’s pregnancy. Babies were always exciting. She wondered if she and Maxim would ever have children once they married. Would he want children? Did she want children was an even better question. Watching Inga, and how she’d felt just hearing the good news, she knew having a baby would be a good thing. She envied Inga and her husband. They were very happy. Garrett was beaming, his hand on his wife’s belly as they climbed the stairs.

  And on top of that she lovely Swedish nanny wouldn’t be getting a spanking or the next punishment that the rest of them were facing.

  “Caroline.” Maxim startled her out of watching the happy couple leave the room.

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “While I prepare for the next part of your punishment, please take this knife and cut two switches from the bush outside the door.” He handed her a knife. “You can just throw a jacket on. No one is around and it’s close to the building.”

  She slid her bare feet into the boots, throwing on her coat that came to just below her bottom and zippering it up to keep the cold from her naked flesh. Stepping out into the bright sunlight, blinded by the reflection off the bright snow on the ground, she shielded her eyes, staring at the shrub by the door, trying to determine which branches to cut. They all appeared to be the same width and length. Caroline shook her head, mumbling to herself. How had she hit a point that she knew how to differentiate between switches from a tree versus a bush?

  Maxim definitely had a penchant for whips, switches, strops and belts. When she’d seen him on the spanking video site, she’d fantasized about the “whip master” as she called him. Now, she found herself being whipped for fun and punishment quite often. She sliced two branches off the shrub, shaking the snow off of them, and coming back into the house. The air inside was warm and cozy from the roaring fire.

  Maxim walked up to her, taking the knife and switches, and standing over the trash can by the desk to cut off the leaves. “Stand next to Avery. I’ll be with you in a moment.” Maxim went to his bag filled with implements and toys, pulling out two toys, undoing the packaging. He pulled two wooden chairs from the kitchen setting them near each other, pulling the toys out of his pocket each with a suction cup on the bottom. Caroline closed her eyes. She’d been through this before and did not look forward to experiencing it again. Avery mouthed ‘sorry,” dropping her gaze, staring at the ground.

  Near the front edge of the seat, each chair now sported a seven inch silicone dildo standing straight up thanks to suction cups. “Caroline, you first, so you can show Avery how this is done.” Caroline resolutely walked to the chair, standing right in front of the purple-ridged toy. “You will straddle chair, hands on top of chair back. You will push this toy into anus, while I use the switch on your bottom. The longer it takes you to sit down onto your toy, the more licks you get. So you should be quick, yes? Bend over, so I may lube your little hole. Spread your cheeks.”

  Caroline’s face flamed, knowing that once again Avery would be watching her in this humiliating position. Maxim could be so devious with his punishments, but the objective was to not repeat an offense — and his punishments made it so you never repeated an offense.

  She bent over, pulling her cheeks apart until she felt the cool air on her opening. She clenched the tight muscles, unable to prevent the urge to resist the intrusion.

  “Caroline.” Maxim dragged her name out in warning. She exhaled loudly, willing herself to open her little rosebud to his fingers. The cold lube pressed against the tight muscles followed by the burn of his fingers slipping inside her, greasing her dark channel.

  “Get into position, girl.” She widened her stance, shimmying forward to accommodate the chair between her legs, lining herself up over the toy. “Ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did her best to ready herself for the first slash of the switch, but nothing hurt more than that first line of fire.

  She jerked into an upright position, fighting the urge to cup her ass, as he rhythmically and relentlessly switched her. Her clit throbbed as she pressed the tight whirl of muscle against the cold silicone, fighting the urge to clench and rise from the bee sting from the whippy branch. She shuddered at the strange mix of pain and pleasure that overcame her, a growling groan erupting from her throat. She bore down, allowing the purple toy to enter deeper into her, gravity helping her accept the length, the discomfort and burn from being stretched around the unyielding dildo causing her walls to clench.

  And amidst the pain and sting — and despite the fact she wasn’t actually crying — tears streamed down her face, her now quaking body shivering, anxious to take the toy as far as it would go, if for no other reason than to end the swing of the switch. Her pussy dripped and made slurping sounds as she clenched her buttocks tight with each strike. Finally, she felt her now striped — and she was sure, bleeding — ass met the cold wood of the chair. She groaned, her slick pussy pulsing as her anus clenched around the toy. Her clit ached for a touch, anything. She leaned forward, hoping to rub it upon the gleaming oak chair, only to feel the lash strike her again.

  “You will not come, Caroleena. I am the only one that will get that pleasure today, and if I am merciful, you will be given allowance for one. Is that clear?”

  “Ahhhh! Yes, Sir.” She groaned in frustration, leaning back so her clit would feel no relief, pulsing on air. Her breasts ached, nipples tightening into hard pebbles, and she wished Maxim would lick or pinch them. Of course, he wouldn’t do that, knowing she’d come instantly. This would be part of her punishment, to sit with the dildo in her ass, her pussy spasming and dripping, clit throbbing and breasts aching for the brush of his thumbs or tongue.

  “You will sit for a half hour like this.” Walking toward Avery, he snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor in front of her chair.

  Avery walked very slowly — probably too slowly for Maxim. Just as Caroline expected, Maxim reached out, snatching Avery by the arm, giving her three sharp, hard swats to her already very red bottom. “When I say for you to come, you don’t hesitate. Clear?”

  Avery nodded, tears already running down her cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”

  “It will be good for you to stay with us in February. She’ll be good girl in no time.” He pinched her chin between his fingers. “Isn’t that so, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Spread your cheeks.” Avery bent over the chair, pulling her freshly spanked cheeks apart. Her thighs were shaking already. Maxim patted her haunches as one might with a skittish animal. “You will be okay, girl. Relax. Deep breath.”

  Avery pulled in a shaky breath.

  “Breathe. Again.”

  She obeyed, taking in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Her quivering stopped.

  Maxim shoved a dollop of lube into her anus, pressing and pushing, coating her liberally. He pulled out of her, wiping his hand on tissues. “Straddle the chair, lining up your ass with the toy just as Caroleena did.”

  This time, Avery moved quickly, her poor buttocks sporting the very red outline of Maxim’s large hand on her still pink flesh. Maxim swung the whippy branch through the air, Avery and Caroline both stiffening at the sound. “Are you ready, girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Instantly, it whistled thro
ugh the air, striking her in a random pattern. Avery danced uncomfortably on her toes, still straddling the chair, tightly clenching the muscles.

  “You better start moving, girl.” He didn’t pause or lighten up, just swinging it lightly like a metronome with forward and backward strokes, looking very much like someone swinging a tennis racket.

  Avery finally squatted over the pink toy, bearing down onto it. Caroline had never watched another person doing this and found it strangely exciting, her already hard nub beginning to throb anew as she watched the toy disappear between the soft, plump cheeks of her new friend. She clenched around her own toy, now buried deep inside her, a gush of juice seeping onto the chair.

  Avery’s breasts shook as the switch lashed her buttocks. She hadn’t yet mastered forcing herself onto the plastic intruder to bring the punishment to an end. Instead, she rose up on the toy, then forced her way down again. Watching her flesh jiggling increased Caroline’s arousal, her own pink rosebud milking the toy.

  Avery shouted in pain, growling in desire. The sight was almost more than Caroline could stand.

  “Jesus!” Preston adjusted himself, tugging on his pants, stroking himself over his jeans.

  Maxim growled. “Girl, you better get that toy up your ass soon, or you’ll be stuck in this house tomorrow nursing a scabbed-over bottom.”

  Maxim moved his strikes to the outside of her thighs, which proved to be the solution. Avery groaned, screeching between gritted teeth, her body a quivering mess, her ass finally meeting the hard wood of the chair. She sighed, her body convulsing around the dildo, her hips thrusting, breasts wobbling. Suddenly, she stiffened, stilling and screaming with her release.

  “Oh, God!” Her head fell back, mouth open as her body rippled and quaked, her hips jerking as she bounced upon the toy.

  “Bad girl!” Maxim slashed each cheek twice — hard — which should have jolted her out of her semi-conscious orgasm haze. Instead, it catapulted her into her second orgasm, this time the woman growling deep and low, her teeth gritted.

  “Christ, Preston, this girl is a powder keg.” Maxim stood, watching the woman come apart, just as amazed and shocked as Caroline, she had no doubt. Not only had she defied him, but she did it spectacularly.

  “Tell me that this punishment is ending soon, Maxim.” Preston raked his hand through his hair. “I need to fuck her — bad.”

  “Yeah, I see that for myself too. I think we will call this a day. You can punish and fuck her as you see fit in your room.” Maxim tossed the switches onto the coffee table, watching Preston scoop Avery up from the dildo. He started to walk her toward the stairs, then turned back to snatch the dildo off the chair, winking at Maxim. “Don’t want to leave this behind.”

  “Yeah, I think I’d keep one of those handy if I were you.” Maxim chuckled and lifted Caroline off her own intruder. The relief, and yet, instant feeling of loss devastating, making her sigh.

  “Come girl, we will continue in our room too.”

  Then he walked with her up the stairs to their room.

  * * *

  Preston carried Avery to the bedroom, not sure if his cock could stand the friction of his boxers and jeans one second longer. He’d never been so turned on in his life, watching his wife fuck that purple toy had almost had him creaming his pants.

  “Jesus, Avery. I’m not sure how slow I can fuck you tonight. I’m just... I need to fuck you fast and hard.” He tossed her onto the bed. “Hands and knees.”

  He ripped his clothes off, tossing them behind him as he stalked to the high, four-poster bed. He climbed up behind her hot, welted ass, a hand grasping each hip, pulling her so her bottom was up high. He slid his pulsing cock through her dripping labia, coating himself, then jabbed at her opening, pulling back only to ram into her in one fluid thrust, his buttocks clenching, her warm juices and slick walls quivering around him. He pistoned his hips, slapping against her sore backside, Avery groaning and pressing back, matching his rhythm, the smacking of their flesh reverberating off the walls of the room. Her pussy clenched, squeezing him so hard it had him gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. He ground himself against her ass, his cock jerking with his ejaculation, followed quickly by her scream heralding his wife’s orgasm. Her quivering sex milked his penis until every drop of his seed had been taken from him, and she moaned with each exhale of breath. Her long, wavy brown hair was stuck to her face, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open as she panted.

  He brushed his fingers over her cheek, pushing her hair over her shoulder, and kissing the back of her shoulder. “That was amazing, kitten.” He pulled his semi-erect cock out off her, drawing her over him, arranging her upon his chest. He kissed her soft lips as he tucked her head against his shoulder. “I guess we’ll be using anal plugs as part of your time-out from now on. I can hardly wait to see what other tricks Maxim has in mind for us.”

  Avery groaned, wiggling her ass in response. He wasn’t sure if it was out of discomfort or arousal, but his dick jerked either way, her hips rubbing against him. “You won’t be sleeping much this evening, kitten. I think it’s going to take a few times until I’m sated.”

  She didn’t even respond, his wife already sound asleep.

  Once again, Preston found himself thinking that meeting his lovely little thief had been the single best thing that had ever happened to him.

  Chapter 14

  Thankfully, Preston had contacted Murray to ask him to do breakfast at eleven in the morning. Even though everyone came down and had sandwiches at different times during the night, and they’d all headed back upstairs before evening had even approached, every one of them exhausted and needing to sleep in.

  They stumbled down to eat, tired and sore — either from skiing or from punishment and skiing. It’d been agreed that they’d do some cross country skiing along the paths around the chalets, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to do much with the women who had been switched. The friction from skiing would be more than they could handle for a short period of time.

  Once they’d finished eating, Maxim turned toward his companions, clearing his throat. “I have surprise for everyone.” He reached over, clasping Caroline’s small hand in his, his heart skipping a beat as he thought about how he loved their new relationship. They’d been seeing each other for a while now, and his heart still fluttered every time he thought of her.

  He continued. “I rented chalet tonight and took the privilege — with help from your husbands — to purchase gowns and tuxedos for us. Since it is Christmas Eve, I wanted to have special dinner and in our own private, Christmas decorated setting. I hope you do not mind.”

  Caroline smiled. “Really? You did this for us?”

  “Yes, Caro. I wanted it to be special. The dresses and tuxes will be delivered while we are out skiing, and dinner will be at five this evening, after it is dark.” He looked at each person. “That is if you agree.”

  “Maxim, why would we even consider not doing it? It sounds perfect. What a wonderful way to spend Christmas Eve!” Inga smiled at Maxim. “Thank you.” Then she kissed Garrett lightly on the cheek.

  Everyone else nodded in agreement. “Well, it is settled. I will let Murray know that we do not need him tonight so he may be with his family. Let’s eat so our day can begin.”

  After being left alone, Maxim walked into the kitchen, looking for Murray. Finding him in the pantry, he joined him in the large room, shutting the door. “Everyone has agreed to the dinner. It’s a go!”

  Murray high-fived Maxim. “I’ll contact everyone and the Christmas Chalet will be all set when you get there. It’ll be a dinner to remember. No worries. I’ll take care of the details. Go, enjoy your skiing, the tuxes and dresses will be here when you come back. I’ll leave finger foods and a pot of soup for everyone.”

  “Thank you, Murray. I will see you there.” Maxim returned to the great room to get dressed for the cross country trip.

  “Oh, Maxim. I’ll have transportation at the house at four-t
hirty. No need to wonder how you will get there.”

  “You’ve thought of everything. Thank you.”

  Caroline stood in her ski pants and boots, frowning at Maxim as she pulled on her jacket. “Where have you been? We’re all waiting.”

  “I had a few things to take care of, Caro. Patience. The day will wait for us, I promise.” He lightly kissed her soft pink lips.

  “I hate waiting.”

  He smiled, chucking her under the chin. “Yes, I know.” He quickly donned his clothes and boots, grabbing his keys, taking a look around the house to be sure the fireplace had been extinguished and lights were off before leaving. “Let’s go!”

  * * *

  Caroline and the women staggered into the house. As Maxim had predicted, they didn’t make it very long skiing. Their switched bottoms rubbing against their clothing made it so Avery and Caroline couldn’t last more than an hour. They had balked at Maxim when he suggested that they turn around needing to make their way back. The closer they got to the end, the slower they went, more and more breaks being required. And Garrett was petrified that any of the activity was too much for Inga. Caroline and the rest understood, but Inga assured them that this was a normal activity for her and she had a cross country ski machine that she used for exercise on a daily basis. But the over protective men had hovered over her most of the morning anyway.

  They all took their ski clothes off, plopping onto the couches and chairs, exhausted. Maxim retrieved the finger food trays and drinks from the refrigerator, and Preston started a cozy fire.

  “Murray said he’d leave us food. He wasn’t joking. We have enough food for army. Eat!” Maxim laid the trays on the tables, pouring apple cider into the glasses for everyone to replenish the fluids that they’d lost on their excursion.

  They laughed and talked about Garrett and Inga’s children, as well as the new baby, discussing names and hopes for gender, room decorations and all the things that women like to discuss when someone is pregnant.