6 Times a Day

Chapter 981 Spanking Brenda

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Brenda had already had a busy day. She'd spent much of it making changes to her house. Actually, one could hardly call Brenda's residence a house; the only word to describe it was "mansion." It had twelve bedrooms, two swimming pools, a hot tub, a sauna, and much more, sprawled across a three-acre estate that was completely surrounded by a high wall.

In the morning, workers had installed a video surveillance system in her mansion similar to the one that had been partially installed in the Plummer house over the weekend. As per Suzanne's suggestion, Brenda had cameras installed to monitor every well-used room (most of the vast building was mothballed), then set up the controls to look at the output in an empty room next to her son Adrian's bedroom (she'd wanted to put in right in his bedroom, which was part of Suzanne's original suggestion, but Suzanne ultimately decided that was too obvious).

Further, and also on Suzanne's advice, Brenda had cameras secretly installed in her son's room, and then put the controls to monitor that output in a large walk-in closet connected to her bedroom. There were no cameras installed to monitor that closet so she'd be able to look into Adrian's bedroom in complete secrecy. In short, the system was designed so she could monitor him at any time, while he could monitor her without knowing that she knew he was doing so.

Suzanne came over to the Hunter house for about an hour earlier in the day and helped Brenda instruct the workers on what to install, and where. Then a portion of the work crew went back to the Plummer house with both buxom ladies, and Suzanne gave them more installation directions there (cameras had only been installed in two rooms over the weekend, so they had to do the rest of the house). The installation went surprisingly quickly since the cameras were completely battery powered and wireless.

After that, Suzanne and Brenda went back to the Plummer house. Suzanne spent most of her time with Susan, so Brenda was left alone to clean the house. Strangely, Brenda had no interest in keeping her own mansion clean and used maids to do that, but she got a deep satisfaction out of cleaning for the Plummers.

Susan was so tired or occupied talking to Suzanne that Brenda didn't see a lot of her. They didn't even have one of their usual talks about Alan (and especially Alan Junior) that always ended in satisfying climaxes for both of them.

However, not long before Suzanne was to drive Brenda home, she watched her wiping the windows in the kitchen for a minute and then commanded her, "Strip. It's time for your spanking."

"Yes, my mistress!" Brenda was delighted, as she hadn't been expecting a spanking at all. She took her clothes off as fast as her hands could manage.

Her only disappointment was that she knew Susan was napping (again - she'd been sleeping off and on all day), which meant that she wouldn't be there for the spanking. Brenda knew that Susan would have gotten tremendously excited from watching it and would have kept up a lewd commentary until all three of them were whipped up into a froth of orgasmic delight.

Brenda was also disappointed that Suzanne seemed a bit subdued and distracted. Suzanne even kept her clothes on because she was feeling pressed for time (although she pulled her dress up to keep Brenda from getting it wet with her copious sexual fluids).

But these were minor quibbles. For one thing, Brenda was high from lust even before it started if only because of the fact that Suzanne was doing it. She was in awe of Suzanne's power and authority. The very fact that Suzanne kept her clothes on was a big turn-on for Brenda because it made her feel that much more submissive and helpless to be lying across the lap of a fully dressed woman.

And while Suzanne wasn't on the same submissive wavelength as Susan and Brenda, she knew very well how to push Brenda's buttons, due to all her recent experience with Susan.

For instance, Brenda asked as the spanking started, "Why am I getting this spanking? What did I do?"

Suzanne simply replied in a dominating voice, "Because I say so."

Brenda's dripping pussy turned into a gushing flood as soon as she heard that.

Then Suzanne simply fondled Brenda for a while, pulling on one long nipple and then the other while running her other hand over her bare ass.

As she did that, she commented, "Look at you, Brenda. You're a grown woman. There's no doubt about that." She cupped one of Brenda's huge dangling boobs to emphasize that point. "You're a millionaire, a multi-millionaire in fact. You're smarter than most people realize, and of course you're very beautiful. And yet, here you are, lying naked across my lap like some naughty little girl getting punished for making a boo boo."

Brenda blushed at that, but shivered lustily.

Suzanne continued, "Despite all your money, you're completely powerless, aren't you? Any time I want, I can order you to strip naked just because I feel like it. I can spank your bare bubble butt to my heart's desire. I can order you to lick my pussy or my asshole any time, day or night. Can't I?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Suzanne's words were arousing her even more than her roaming caresses.

"But even I have a master, don't I? You have to obey him above all. What if you were walking across a courtyard in a busy shopping mall, full of people, and Alan sees you there and points to his crotch. What would you do?"

"I'd drop to my knees, unzip his fly, and suck him off, Mistress!"

"NO!" Unexpectedly, Suzanne slapped Brenda's ass with a single hard whack. Then she explained as she tenderly rubbed the spot she'd just turned pink, "Almost. You have the right idea, but first you pull your top down below your nipples, if not take all your clothes off altogether. Always suck him topless, always!" She emphasized that point with another hard slap on Brenda's other ass cheek.

"YES, Mistress, YES!" Brenda could picture the scene easily, with crowds of scandalized shoppers gathering round as she licked and sucked with every trick she had, hoping to make him cum before the mall security guards arrived. She pictured dozens of hard erections in every direction as every gawking man, and quite a few of the women, stood in awe of her mammoth tits and total cocksucking obedience.

She didn't know if Suzanne really meant it or if she was just saying that to arouse, but she rather hoped that she meant it.

Suzanne could see Brenda's body was wiggling about more than before, and her moans were getting louder. She momentarily paused her nipple pulling to bring that hand up to Brenda's mouth. "Looks like my little scenario has gotten you hot for cock, hasn't it? You're wishing you really were at the mall, sucking on his fat one in front of a lot of strangers, aren't you?"

Brenda nodded in frantic agreement.

"Here." Suzanne stuffed four clumped together fingers into Brenda's mouth. "Unfortunately, my Sweetie isn't here now, so that'll have to hold you for a while." She pumped her fingers in and out of Brenda's eager mouth for a couple of minutes while playing with Brenda's pussy lips and clit with her other hand.

The anticipation built up and up and up. Brenda knew that Suzanne could start the spanking in earnest at any moment, and her body craved Suzanne's firm hand so much that her whole body writhed in Suzanne's lap and her legs kicked up in the air.

Knowing that Brenda was putty in her hands, Suzanne asked a rather obvious question, just to further arouse her. "So, are you Alan's slave now?"

"YES!" Brenda shouted, even before Suzanne had quite finished the sentence.

"Hold on, not so fast." Suzanne stopped kneading Brenda's left ass cheek and plunged two fingers into Brenda's hot, soaked box. "I don't just mean a playing around when you're having sex kind of slave, I mean a REAL slave. I mean total submission. I mean, if he wants to keep you naked and in chains twenty-four hours a day, your only reply would be 'Yes, Master.'"

"AAAIIIIEEE!" Brenda found that idea so appealing that her whole body started bucking like a bronco over Suzanne's lap. A great orgasm washed over her. But even before her body started to recover from that, Suzanne's hand flew down and the spanking began.

Suzanne knew she had Brenda exactly where she wanted her now. Her hands alternated between pulling on Brenda's nipples, pumping in and out of Brenda's pussy, and raining down more slaps onto Brenda's wide bubble butt. She could keep her in a pretty much constant state of arousal and repeated orgasms for as long as she wanted.

Naturally, Brenda loved that, even as she half seriously worried that she might orgasm to death.

Her disappointment came when Suzanne stopped after only ten or fifteen spanks. She was hoping there would be at least fifty, if not 100 or more.

"Awww," Brenda whimpered, once Suzanne's hands stopped moving. "Is that all? Don't stop. Please! Please, don't stop!"

"Sorry," Suzanne replied, "but I just realized that you're messing up my clothes. Even after I pulled up my dress, you're flooding everywhere! You're so cute and feminine looking, but you sweat like a pig. You're gonna ruin the carpet and the sofa, and more. Besides, it's time to take you back home."

"NoooOOOOoooo!" Brenda whined like a spoiled little brat. She panted between labored breaths, "Tell me more... about... my master... Slave... Chains... Master Alan... Slave... In chains..."

Suzanne resumed fondling Brenda's dangling tits, despite her intention to get going already. "You want Master Alan to enslave you with iron chains? Maybe some shackles around your ankles and wrists? Maybe even a heavy iron collar around your neck? Would you like him to bend you over and fuck you doggy-style like that? Like you're some kind of slave on an ancient sailing ship?"

Brenda was so excited that she couldn't answer - she was doing all she could not to hyperventilate. She had a crystal clear mental image of herself standing in front of her master, naked except for high heels, an iron collar, and chains binding her wrists together loosely. She got her fantasies intermingled a bit, because she pictured herself in middle of a shopping mall court yard, facing the stares of many strangers.

But Suzanne knew Brenda's answer just the same from the excited trembling all over Brenda's body. She pondered out loud, half-seriously, "Hmmm. I wonder where we could buy some chains like that. Maybe on eBay I could buy some real shackles that had been used on actual slaves back in the 1800s. Would you like that?"

"Oh please! Please, please, please! I'll pay! Anything! But spank me! More! Please! Spank me!" She wiggled her slightly reddened ass hopefully.

Suzanne thought, Brenda's got some weird fetishes. I can't believe I'd actually aid and abet her shackle desire. Hell, I put the whole thing into her head. I have to admit that I get off on picturing Brenda a slave, but me? No way! I'll admit I get somewhat submissive sometimes, but not THAT much!

She sighed in frustration as she forced herself to pull her hands away from Brenda's huge tits. "Dammit! This is fun. I could play with you all day, and I really do mean that. You're just so helpless and orgasmic and fuckable. But unfortunately, time's a-wasting. We've got to get you cleaned up and out of here. So get up. That's an order!"

Suzanne looked down at her body after Brenda had gotten off it. She could see her own pussy and bush since her dress was still pulled up around her waist. She hadn't actually climaxed herself, but she could see that she certainly had gotten quite wet. She couldn't fully relate to Brenda's fantasies, but she certainly had fun pushing her mental buttons and playing with her body.

But Alan was to arrive home from school shortly. Suzanne had no choice to rouse Susan so she could drive to school to pick up the three kids while Suzanne drove Brenda back to her mansion.

That's why Brenda was disappointed by the spanking. Even though it had been great, it had been short, and it could have been so much more. She lamented that it could have been just the start of hours of incredible, mind-bending sex.