She was procrastinating pretty desperately. Her mother insisted that they all go to church on Easter morning, if no other time, and yelled up the stairs at her again. Angie lay on her bed, her white tights abandoned halfway on, snuggling with the stuffed bunny that Cara had given her. She nuzzled her face between its ears.

“I’m almost ready!” Angie called back, sighing and sitting up reluctantly to finish pulling up her tights. She twisted her hair up and grabbed a wide tortoiseshell barrette to secure it with as she left her room.

“Take that thing off,” her mother frowned, glaring at Angie’s collar when she came downstairs.

“Can’t. I don’t have the key.”

Angie rolled her eyes when her mother walked back into the kitchen. She bent over to pull up the straps on the heels of her sandals and didn’t even have time enough to react between feeling a cold sensation on her neck and hearing the quick ‘snick’ of scissor blades. The buckle and lock rattled as her collar fell off. Angie caught it on its way down, turning to stare in shock at her mother, who was still holding a pair of kitchen shears.

“Mother!” she gasped.

“I’ve told you to take it off a dozen times this morning. It’s your own fault.”

Angie bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from saying something she might regret and ran back to her room. She pulled her backpack off her desk chair and began stuffing in clothes from her dresser and closet with her books and papers, squishing her stuffed bunny in on top last. She missed her mother coming in behind her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to spend the night at Karen’s.”

“I don’t quite think so, young lady. You’re going to church.”

“Then I’ll go after church.” Angie turned around and narrowed her eyes.

Her mother stomped off with Angie right behind her. “Just go get in the car.”

Angie threw her backpack into the backseat of the car and flopped in beside it, slouching down.

“What’s wrong?” her father asked, looking at both of them.

Her mother smiled and closed her door, saying lightly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing,” Angie said at the same time, still glaring.

They arrived a few minutes early. Angie got out of the car and turned to her father, telling him, “I’m going to call Karen, so she can pick me up afterward,” before walking away.

Angie wound her collar into a little spiral and held it in her hand through the church service. Wondering if Cara would be angry with her, she began to sniffle about halfway through. She felt as if the collar were a permanent connection to Cara when she couldn’t be with her. It meant that she belonged to someone – and she felt every bit owned, when it was on her.

While her parents were still in the middle of a group of people when church was dismissed, Angie ducked out and got her bag from the car. Karen saw her and pulled up right alongside.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked when she got in.

“Nothing… Would you drop me off somewhere?”

“Yeah, sure.” She followed Angie’s directions right into Cara’s driveway.

“Thanks. Do the whole redirect thing, if my mom calls?”

“Of course,” Karen grinned. “Is this where that boy you’ve been sneaking around with lives?”

“Sorta. Thanks for the ride.” Angie waited until Karen had driven out of view before knocking.

Cara answered the door in a nightshirt. “What happened to your key?” she asked.

“I have it, I just- I-” Angie took a fractured breath and started to cry.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” Cara asked, pulling her inside.

Angie dropped her backpack and opened her hand, letting the leather unwind on its own. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to do it, she snuck up and I should have been paying attention-”

Cara took the cut collar and put it down on the coffee table, putting her arms around Angie. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

Angie wrapped her arms tight around Cara’s waist and buried her face in the shoulder of her warm nightshirt. “I was afraid you might be mad at me,” she hiccupped.

Cara sat down on the sofa with Angie still clinging to her. She pulled the younger girl back a little, to look at her. “It’ll be your birthday soon, won’t it? Well, it couldn’t hurt to get you something a little sturdier, I suppose. Something not as easily fazed by scissors, at least.”

Angie nodded. “Really?”

“Of course. Let me put some clothes on and we’ll go.”

“Really?” Angie asked again, “Right now?”

“Yep. Come on, come wash your face. I’m going to my mom’s for Easter dinner at three, but since you’re here, you’ll just come along.”

She followed Cara to the bedroom, feeling far better. Angie veered into the bathroom and gathered cold water from the sink in her hands, holding her face in it for a few seconds before opening her fingers to let it flow back through.

Cara buttoned her black slacks and petted Angie’s hair while she was still drying her face. Cara pulled the clip from it and brushed it to one side, running her fingers over Angie’s bare throat, making her shiver.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie said quietly, arching her neck into the touch.

Cara took her to a small leather shop about forty-five minutes away. She walked around with Angie’s arm looped through hers, letting the redhead finger the different types and qualities of leather that objects on display were made with before finally steering her toward the back of the store. She put a hand at the small of Angie’s back and nudged her forward.

“Hi, Lynn,” Cara smiled at the woman who came to the glass counter. “We’re looking for a new collar.”

“Hey there,” the woman greeted Angie with a broad smile and looked back to Cara. “I thought you’d already collared her?”

“I have. There was a little accident with… well, someone who didn’t like it.”

“Ah. Alright, then. Go ahead, none of the ones out here are spoken for, so you have your pick.”

Cara nodded at Angie and the younger girl squatted down to look. After a few minutes, Angie pressed her fingertip to the glass over a black leather collar similar to the one her mother had destroyed. Lynn took it out and handed it to her. Angie rubbed the soft leather against her cheek and smiled. It was only slightly thicker than her previous one, with a narrow, horizontal depression down the center of the inside. A thin band of stainless steel was fixed into place in the indention.

Cara took it from her and handed it back to Lynn. “We’ll take this one. And, ah, there’s something else,” she said, following the owner to the back.

Angie wandered around the small store, trying to wait patiently and poking at the merchandise a bit more. She hurried back to the counter when she caught a glimpse of Cara’s blonde hair exiting the back room.

Cara pulled her close and put the new collar back into Angie’s hands, telling her, “Look at the inside.

Angie turned it over. The metal band was engraved with block letters saying ‘PROPERTY OF CARA MORGAN’. She smiled brightly and rose up onto her toes to press a kiss to the corner of Cara’s mouth.

“Here, turn around,” Cara told her, taking the collar again. She held it around in front of Angie and waited until the younger girl moved her hair out of the way before buckling it into place and slipping another tiny, silver lock into place.

Angie sighed and ran her hand over her neck.

“Feel better?” Cara asked.

Angie nodded, “Much. Thank you.”

She paid for the collar and took Angie back to the car by her hand. “There’s something I was going to get you for your birthday, as a surprise. We can’t get it quite yet, but I think we can go see about it today.”

“You get me so many things,” Angie said shyly, “I never give anything to you.”

Cara reached over and stroked Angie’s cheek. “Don’t be silly, of course you do.”

Cara took them down the highway a few miles, then off onto a back road, where she drove for nearly twenty minutes before pulling into a dirt driveway. As soon as Angie opened her door, she could hear dogs barking.

“This is the breeder that I got Joey from,” Cara winked. “She comes to Pet Lovers meetings, sometimes.

“A puppy?” Angie asked, wide-eyed. “You’re getting me a puppy?”

“He’s too young to bring home, but yes.” Cara smiled at Angie’s reaction and reached back in through the open car window to honk the horn a couple of times.

The front door of the faded red house opened and a chubby little woman with short brown hair came out. She waved cheerfully and motioned them inside.

“Angie, this is Ms. Mitchell. Sarah, this is my Angie,” Cara introduced them.

“Couldn’t keep it a secret any longer, huh?” Sarah asked, chuckling. “The one you picked out is still too little, yet, though.”

“Oh, I know. There was some drama this morning and I just want to cheer her up by showing her the puppy.”

“Okay, come on out back, then.”

They followed her out the back door and down a set of concrete steps, past a half dozen clean, nicely kept chain-link-front cages partitioned from one another by wooden walls. She led them to the cage second from the end and opened the door.

A female German Shepherd was lying down near the back wall, nursing five puppies. Sarah took one and brought it back to Angie.

“Awww!” Angie cooed at it and sat down in the door to sit him on her lap. The puppy was a ball of black and brown fuzz with floppy ears. “How old is he?”

“He’ll be three weeks old tomorrow. Hasn’t even gotten his milk teeth in, yet.”

Angie’s smile drooped and she looked up at Cara. “I can’t take him home with me, though. My mom would kill me. We already have Davey, and it was hard enough just getting him.”

“He’ll live at my place, then. You don’t have to worry about anything.” Cara turned and whispered a question to Sarah, who nodded. She crouched down beside Angie and put a hand on her back. “You know what I’d like to see?”

“What?” Angie asked.

Cara pulled the zipper down the back of Angie’s dress, sliding the capped sleeves down her shoulders and off her arms, letting the top of the dress lay around Angie’s waist. She unclasped Angie’s bra and removed the little bar from one of her nipples, then stepped over and went to the nursing dog, pulling another puppy off just long enough to get a little milk on her finger. She rubbed the milk onto Angie nipple, blowing on it to make the nipple erect, and raised Angie’s puppy up to it. After a moment, the puppy opened his mouth and Cara put the nipple into it, letting him latch on.

Angie gasped at the sensation of the puppy trying to pull milk from her breast. “Oh, my God”, she half moaned and smiled, sticking her tongue out to wet her top lip. She stroked the puppy’s fur and rubbed the tip of one of his ears between her fingers. “This is so awesome.”

Cara looked on as Angie enjoyed herself for a while. She looked at her watch. “We need to go, baby. We have just enough time.”

Angie reluctantly took the puppy’s mouth off her nipple and let him waddle back to his mother. She replaced her piercing and bra, following Cara back to the car and fixing her dress on the way.

Almost as soon as the doors were closed, Cara leaned over and kissed her. She put a hand between Angie’s knees, sliding it under her skirt and up her thigh, cupping her pussy tightly through her tights and thin cotton panties. She pressed her fingers in further and felt the tip of Angie’s tongue curl against the roof of her mouth as the girl opened wider.

Cara backed off a little to breathe. “Damn, you’re wet. Already soaked through your panties.”

“It was the puppy,” Angie blushed. “Weren’t we supposed to be going? Being late for stuff kind of embarrasses me.”

“Yep,” Cara grinned and settled back into her own seat, starting the ignition.

At dinner, Cara sat Angie across the table from her, right between her mom and brother. Beneath the table, she slipped off her shoe and wiggled her stocking foot up between Angie’s legs, making her gasp and nearly choke on stuffing as Cara rubbed against the crotch of her panties. Cara’s mother patted Angie on the back, making her blush harder.

By the time they were ready to leave, Angie had all but forgotten about the events of the morning. They left with plates of leftovers and extra candy, and Angie thought she had been prodded, interrogated, and had her lap climbed into a dozen times by each child there.

Cara began stripping as soon as she got through the door, so she could put her nightshirt back on, and Angie changed into the pajamas she had crammed into her bag. Pajamas which turned out to be a mismatched blue tank top and a pair of mint green bottoms with teddy bears all over them.

When she went back to the living room, she found Cara stretched out on the sofa with the television on. Angie crawled up to lie partially curled up between her legs. The house had cooled as evening came on, so she snuggled in.

“What do you think of us acquiring Jonathan? As a sort of brother for you,” Cara asked, stroking her hair.

“He requires a lot of… petting. I mean, in a high-maintenance way.”

Cara quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “You don’t think that you require a lot of petting?”

“In a different way than I do,” Angie looked up and stuck out her tongue.

“Watch that, I’ll catch it. And you might not like what I do with it, when I do.” Cara narrowed her eyes and failed at keeping down a grin. “Well, like I told you. Jonathan’s last Dom wasn’t a very nice person. He’s… skittish. He hasn’t had an owner since that arrangement was dissolved. He’s a little eager to please and needs a good bit of validation, right now.”

“It wouldn’t, you know, change things, would it?”

“What, with us? Absolutely not!”

“Good. I don’t have a problem with it, then,” Angie beamed happily.

“So, what are you thinking of naming your puppy?”

“I’m still thinking about it. I had an interesting dream the other night, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I dreamed… that I was pregnant.”

“By who?”

“Joey.”

Cara laughed, “That is interesting. What else happened?”

“Not a lot. It was just that.”

“Aww. I was hoping for conception and all.” Cara licked her lips and slid her hands up the back of Angie’s shirt.

“Know what I want to do, one night?”

“What’s that, honey?”

“I want to get one of those ovulation predictor kids, nail down exactly when I’ll be ovulating, and have you and Joey fuck me during.” She felt Cara’s hands slide lower on her back, sneaking under the elastic of her pants.

“Mmm, really? You’d have to stop taking your birth control.”

“Well, you’d just have to keep boy penises away from me, then.” Angie licked a stripe up between Cara’s breasts, to her collarbone, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Actually knowing his sperm breaks into one of your eggs. Damn, that’s a turn-on, if ever there was one.”

“Mmhm. Exactly.”

Angie leaned up to kiss Cara as Cara’s hands slid further down, her fingers tightening against the lower curve of Angie’s bottom.

“I think this could go to the bedroom,” Cara told her, the tone of her voice deepening into an order.

Angie giggled and scrambled up, padding to the other room. She quickly stripped out of her pajamas, leaving them on top of the dresser in a semi-neat pile. After a few moments, Cara came back to her.

Angie took the stuffed black rabbit from her backpack and hopped onto the bed, bouncing on her knees a couple of times before turning and becoming serious. She climbed down and dropped to her knees on the floor, leaning her front half onto the mattress. She felt warm air wash over her and knew that Cara had turned the heat up a little before coming to the bedroom.

“Spank me?” she asked.

Cara looked at Angie’s backside; the marks and bruises she had left when she had spanked her redhead in public were all but completely gone. “Why do you want a spanking?” she asked.

“Spank me and I’ll tell you…”

“Tell me, or you don’t get a spanking.”

Angie huffed and sat her bottom back on her heels, looking up at Cara. “Punishment.”

Cara shook her head, “Why do you think you need punishment?”

Angie looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “I still… the other collar-”

“You still feel guilty about it?” Cara crouched down to her level. “Baby, it wasn’t your fault.”

“But I feel like it was.”

“And it would make you feel better, if you were punished for it?”

Angie gave her a little nod.

“Alright, then. Lean over the bed again,” Cara instructed her and turned to the dresser. “What do you want to be spanked with?”

“Whatever you choose, Ma’am.”

“Angie…” Cara warned. “I have something else planned for after, but I want you to choose what you’ll be punished with.”

“The- the paddle?”

Cara pulled a wooden paddle from the drawer and left it open. The paddle was a half an inch thick, four inches wide, and about ten inches long, excluding the handle. Cara ran a hand over both sides of the smooth wood and stepped over to stand to the side of Angie’s legs so that she could get a good swing.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Angie laid her head on her arms. There was a loud smack as Cara paddled across both her ass cheeks at once. Angie felt the jolt of impact first, then the sting, and finally the heat, in the time it took Cara to pull her arm back again. She gasped at the second, the third made her clench her eyes shut, and tears squeezed out during the rest of the ten blows that Cara had decided upon, as much because she was getting rid of her bit of guilt as because of the hot stinging of the paddle.

Cara put the paddle away and crouched down beside her again. “You’re such a good girl,” she cooed into Angie’s ear, running a hand over her hair and stroking down her back. “You’re my baby. You don’t have to worry, you’ll always be my baby girl.”

The paddling had stung Cara a bit, as well; she knew it was what Angie needed, so that she would stop obsessing over thinking that the collar was her fault, but it was by no means the type of spanking that she enjoyed giving.

She kissed Angie’s cheek and the corner of her mouth. “Are we finished with the old collar, now? Can you let go of that?”

Angie sniffled. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. I never want to hear you mention it again. Are you ready to play, now?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie smiled.

“I’m going to use something new on you,” Cara grinned back. “Have you ever seen a cane?”

“Not in real life, Ma’am.”

Cara went back to her dresser drawer and took a rattan cane, about as long as her arm from shoulder to fingertips, out of it and put on the bed in front of Angie. Cara knew exactly how much a cane could hurt and that Angie had never experienced one before. The redhead’s eyes widened and she ran her index finger over a few inches of its length.

“This is what I’m going to use on you. For pleasure. It’ll hurt in a different way than the crop does. I want you in subspace, if you can get there. Okay?”

Angie licked her lips. “Yes, Ma’am.

Cara picked the cane back up and whipped it back and forth once, making it audibly slice through the air. “Do you think you can keep your hands down? I don’t want to cane across them. If you can’t, I’ll restrain them with something.”

“I can keep them down, Ma’am.”

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

She gave the first strike as soon as the words were past Angie’s lips. Angie yelped and buried her face in the quilt, feeling a line of fire scream across her bottom, right through the areas that the paddle had made bright red. She felt her pussy begin to throb in spite of it, though. Cara spread long welts over Angie’s ass and down her thighs, coming back to crisscross them, as well. True to her word, Angie hadn’t let her hands get away from her to cover her bottom – they were bunched tightly in the blanket, where she had her face buried, crying. For the last few across her thighs, her body jerked as the cane cracked across her skin and she cried out sharply, her toes curling in pain.

Cara wrapped her hand around Angie’s lower arm, pulling her to her feet and turning her around, making her sit on the very edge of the bed with her bottom half off, and pushed her to lie back. Angie whimpered at lying on the fresh welts and abrasions. Her face was wet and flushed from crying, but Cara could see the wetness on her inner pussy lips, too.

Cara raised the cane again and brought it down hard across the tops of Angie’s thighs, making her legs tremble as she began to cry again. She striped up and down the pale thighs, then welted the insides of them good before caning over the mound of Angie’s pussy and up her stomach. She rested one knee on the bed and struck right across one of Angie’s nipples, then the other, making her whimper and her back arch.

Finished, she put the cane back in the drawer and took a few more things out before closing it, then stripped off her clothes and sat down on the bed beside Angie. Cara smiled and bent her head to kiss Angie, sucking at the younger girl’s lower lip before letting go. She kissed Angie’s breasts and pulled one pale pink areola into her mouth, sucking hard and moving her tongue across the sore nipple, making Angie moan, then bit down, imprinting the soft flesh with her teeth and making sure that there would be a bruise tomorrow before repeating the treatment on the other breast, making Angie whimper. Cara continued down her body, creating a garden of love bites all over her breasts and stomach, down across her abdomen and over her hips.

Cara moved away and left the room, and Angie took the moment to wipe her hands over her face. She heard the click of claws in the hallway and smiled as Cara re-entered the bedroom with Joey right behind her. Cara rounded to the other side of the bed and pulled Angie across so that her head was hanging off. When Cara patted the bed, urging Joey to put his feet up on either side of her head, she understood what was going to happen.

Cara massaged the dog’s sheath until he began humping and his cock started to slide out.

“Open your mouth,” Cara commanded.

Angie obeyed and relaxed her throat as Cara moved Joey’s paws from beside her head to between her arms and her sides, so he would have a place to hook them. She continued rubbing his cock until he was humping hard and his knot was beginning to bulge, then put the tip between Angie’s lips. He hopped forward a couple of steps and tightened his front legs around her body, fucking her mouth.

Angie felt his pre-come squirting. The salty fluid coated the inside of her mouth and she swallowed convulsively as the thickening and lengthening dog cock pushed into her throat. She took deep breaths when he pulled out enough that she could and was glad that he was spurting straight down her throat, so that she didn’t have to concentrate on swallowing the liquid without choking.

Cara got onto the bed again and lay down between Angie’s legs. She pushed Angie’s knees apart and admired the neat slit of her pussy before pressing her tongue into it and licking up its length. She used her fingers to spread the lips open and sucked Angie’s clit between her teeth, worrying it a little and making Angie squirm again before biting down a little harder, making Angie’s legs jerk in response. Cara gave sucking kisses to the outer lips and soft flesh of Angie’s mound before raising up a little and slapping her pussy hard with a flat hand. Angie made an encouraging noise and spread her legs wider. Cara slid two fingers into Angie’s cunt, stroking hard upward a few times before pulling the lips wide open spanking it again, striking right over her reddening clit. Cara watched closely, and after a dozen hard slaps, Angie groaned and came, her cunt constricting and relaxing in rhythm and leaking wetness onto the blanket with her orgasm. Cara licked at the inner lips and sucked the juices off them.

The dog’s knot was pushing at Angie’s open mouth, but she was afraid to let it in. She was terrified that his knot would get locked behind her teeth, so she kept her jaw locked just narrow enough that it couldn’t get through. She could feel the warmth pulsing down her throat and into her stomach when Joey came fully.

Cara picked up one the toys she had taken from the drawer – the dog cock dildo – and pushed it into Angie’s cunt. Angie grunted when the tip hit the cleft of her cervix and Cara twisted the toy, pushing at the same time, until Angie’s fists tightened in the blanket again and Cara knew she had gone through. Angie squeezed her eyes shut until the pain of the stretch lessened and Cara pushed the dildo’s knot in until the base was flat up against Angie’s pussy.

Joey slowed and finally pulled his cock out of Angie’s throat, going to the end of the bed to lick it until it withdrew back into its sheath.

“Turn over,” Cara told her and helped to move Angie onto her stomach, then pulled at the redhead’s sore thighs, making her whimper as she was put up on her knees with her shoulders and face against the bed.

Angie reached toward the pillows and grabbed her bunny, pulling it against her and hugging it happily with her arms pinned between her body and the bed. Cara stepped into her strap-on harness and picked up the other toy, a thick black silicone dildo with the opposite end shaped into a shorter, egg-shaped, ribbed protrusion that she pushed into her own cunt, so that it would rub against her clit when she moved. She put the cock-shaped end through the hole in the harness and tightened both sides well, then kneeled up on the bed between Angie’s legs and rubbed the head of the dildo against her pink asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes… please, Ma’am…” Angie half moaned and half whispered, swaying her hips slowly and pushing her bottom back against the toy hungrily.

Cara gave a sharp smack to the already darkening welts on Angie’s right ass cheek, making her whimper and stop wiggling. She reached up and pulled Angie’s arms from beneath her, folding them behind the girl’s back, stretching her fingers across both Angie’s wrists and the part of her forearms that they were resting with. The bunny was still partially underneath Angie, against her breasts.

Cara pulled herself forward with Angie’s arms, watching as the thick dildo disappeared into Angie’s body. The redhead whined as it was pushed in, having to share room in her body with her full cunt, stretching her insides satisfyingly. Cara pulled it almost completely out again before pushing it back in just a little faster. She repeated this until she was ramming it in hard, jarring Angie’s body with each thrust.

Angie’s breath quickened as much because of the cane welts burning with friction on both sides of her body as because of being fucked hard. Her heavy breaths turned into whimpering and mewling as Cara rammed into her, the other woman’s hips hitting her sore ass cheeks hard, and Angie keened through her next orgasm as the base of the dog cock dildo scraped against her clit, making her cunt flex around the silicone knot and making her ass tighten against the push of the second cock.

“God, yes,” Cara grunted, enjoying Angie’s noises and slamming into her ass even harder, trying to increase the friction of her clit against the ribs of the strap-on cock. “You’d be fucking gorgeous with a belly full, wouldn’t you? I’d love to see your pale legs spread wide to whelp a litter of puppies… see them all nurse at your pretty little tits…”

Cara came hard, her fingers biting into Angie’s wrists before letting go and grabbing at her hips to squeeze the flesh there, too. Angie moaned octaves higher at the scrape of Cara’s short fingernails over her cane marks and orgasmed again. Cara went limp on top of her in the middle of it with the dildo still buried all the way in Angie’s ass. Angie moved her hips, humping against the mattress to finish coming. She jerked as she did, and Cara reached under to squeeze her breasts, then kissed her back, over the dusting of freckles across her shoulder blades, and pulled the black dildo slowly out of Angie.

Angie made a noise of protest, missing being filled up. She lay still as Cara removed the strap-on from herself and pushed Angie’s legs open again to pull the dog cock dildo out of her. Angie’s cunt was still clenched around it and she groaned as Cara pulled hard to get it out, the knot bulging her outer cunt lips and making a wet sound when it exited her body.

Cara took the toys to the bathroom and put them in the bathtub for washing. She cleaned herself up and came back with a couple of cloths wet with hot water. She knelt on the bed beside Angie and turned her over, moving the stuffed rabbit out of the way a little and gently washed Angie’s face, then wiped over her breasts and down her body before throwing the first cloth back into the bathroom. She moved down and just as gently cleaned between Angie’s legs, washing her mound and between her pussy lips, then folded the cloth over and washed her bottom.

Angie giggled sleepily as Cara rolled her over again and put her under the sheets so that she could pull the soiled blanket off the bed. After dropping it and the second washcloth in the laundry room, Cara fanned another quilt over the bed and turned the light off, crawling in beside Angie and nudged her over onto her side so she could curl around her. Angie squirmed a little to find a position that didn’t make her caned thighs and bottom burn.

“Satisfied?” Cara chuckled, settling an arm snugly under Angie’s breasts.

“Mmm, yes, Ma’am,” she mumbled, half asleep. She reached back and upward. “I like your hair like this. I can get my fingers in it.” She smiled, enjoying the feeling of Cara’s hair, a few inches longer now than when they’d first met, between her fingers.

Cara moved Angie’s hand and kissed it before resting it against the pillow. Angie’s toes wiggled slowly as she went to sleep.

When Cara woke again and looked at the clock, it read 7:05AM. She closed her eyes against the light and she felt around the other side of the bed, but Angie wasn’t there. Just about the time she raised up, Angie wandered out of the bathroom, naked and rubbing her hair dry with a light blue towel.

“What are you doing?” Cara asked muzzily, still a bit asleep.

“I have to get to school.”

“Today?”

“Yep, our Easter break was all last week.”

“Aww… I thought I’d have you to myself all day long.” Cara stuck out her bottom lip

Angie crawled onto Cara’s side of the bed and straddled her over the quilt. “I’m sorry,” she said, leaning down to kiss Cara and nuzzle her neck.

“I’ll drive you,” Cara smiled and rolled Angie off her, getting up.

“I can just get a taxi, if you wanna stay in bed.”

“Like I’d let you catch a cab to school. Come on, get dressed, you don’t want to be late.”

Angie put her backpack on the bed and pulled out a wrinkled little blue uniform tee shirt and plaid skirt, putting them in the dryer to un-wrinkle before going back to dig panties from the bottom of her bag and locating her bra. She had her uniform on when Cara came out of the bathroom, dressed.

Cara raised an eyebrow. “Wearing a skirt today? That’s brave, after last night.”

“I’ll just have to be careful and not forget and roll it up. Or bend over. Or get in any wind.”

“Mmhm. I bet those stung in the shower, didn’t they?” Cara nodded at the purpling welts spread over her front and backside.

“Oh, God, yes. It wasn’t so bad, until the hot water hit them. You didn’t hear me squeal?”

Cara laughed.

“It’s not that funny.” Angie narrowed her eyes, but couldn’t keep from smiling.

While Cara looked for the other half of a pair of shoes, Angie rifled through the restraint drawer of the dresser. She found a loose ankle cuff and held it up, “Can I have this?”

“Sure, of course. Why?” Cara asked.

Angie bounced back onto the bed and reached for the stuffed bunny again, setting it in front of her and buckling the cuff around its neck. She put it in her backpack and latched the flap shut.

Cara went through a diner’s drive-thru on the way and made Angie eat something for breakfast, ignoring her whine about being late.

“Now, see there? We aren’t late.” Cara told her as they pulled up to the drop-off pavilion.

“Just barely.” She leaned over and kissed Cara, being sure to make a smacking sound when she pulled away. “Thank you for…” she reached up reflexively to touch her new collar, “And for last night, too.”

“You know you’re welcome any time at all. That is why I gave you a key. Want me to pick you up, too?”

“Nah, I may as well go home.”

“Mmkay. I’ll call you, make sure you’re okay and everything.”

“Okay,” Angie smiled, more than content at Cara’s small show of protectiveness. She got out and closed the door, and turned to see Karen waiting for her near the entrance, one foot tapping impatiently.

“Did they call?” Angie asked as she walked inside with Karen.

“Your mom called. I put my hand over the phone and talked to myself where she could hear and told her you were going to sleep and didn’t want to talk.”

“Did she buy it?”

“Yeah. So, was that the boyfriend you’ve been sneaking around with?” Karen prodded.

Angie blushed a little. “Sort of.”

“Do I ever get to meet him, since I’m the one sticking my neck out with the fake sleepovers?”

“Maybe one day…”




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