Sav felt boneless as she lay splayed out over Celeste’s lap, a silent, all-consuming rush flowing through her ears. She was only vaguely aware of her other senses, giving her hazy impressions of what had just occurred. Her arms sore from holding up her curvy frame, her bottom sizzling with lingering heat. Had it been mere minutes since she’d wandered boldly into her roommate’s room? It felt like lifetimes had passed, transforming her into a new woman along the way. But the most pervasive feeling was one of deep pleasure. Sav had always enjoyed being intimate, but she’d never felt this level of intensity around a sexual experience. What did that say about her? she wondered. 

It was Celeste’s voice that snapped Sav back into reality. The painter doubted that there would ever be a time when that raspy voice didn’t command her attention. Slowly and gently, Celeste helped Sav up from the precarious wheelbarrow position. Maneuvering her with consummate ease, she settled Sav sideways on her lap and looked down into her big doe eyes.

“Are you okay, Savannah?”

An involuntary laugh erupted from Sav’s mouth, and she resorted to nodding when she found that words failed her.

“Good. Your punishment is over. You’re free to go back to your room or stay right here for as long as you need.”

Sav knew exactly what she needed, and it wasn’t alone time. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and whispered out her desire.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You already have.”

“No, I-I want to bring you pleasure.”

Celeste smiled down at Sav, her eyes dancing with mystery, her full lips curved into a sphinx-like smirk. Quickly, she leaned down and left a feather light kiss on the younger woman’s nose. 

“I think you’ve had enough new experiences for one day,” Celeste stated, not unkindly. 

“I’m a quick study,” Sav quipped back, noting the hint of challenge in her own voice.

There was a moment of perfect stillness as Celeste stared unblinkingly into Sav’s eyes. The moment was so fraught with tension that Sav felt compelled to look away. But somehow she was transfixed, unable to break the connection between herself and her roomate. Celeste wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even really touching her, yet she was somehow still dominating Sav with her eyes.

“On your knees,” Celeste commanded, finally breaking the silence.

Sav quickly followed instructions, eager to prove herself and please her roommate. As Celeste gracefully opened her long legs, Sav felt a trill of nervousness. It felt a bit like she was taking a pop quiz. She’d never done this before, but she did know what she liked and that gave her the confidence to press forward. Slowly, she reached up, grabbed the waistband of Celeste’s panties, and slid them down her legs. She couldn’t help but notice that even her roommate's underwear was sexy—black, lace, and likely more expensive than Sav’s entire outfit on any given day. Glancing up, she found that Celeste was looking down at her with a mixture of smugness and encouragement. It was almost as if the older woman was issuing her a dare. Eager to replace the mischievousness on Celeste’s face, Sav leaned in and inhaled her scent before leaning in for a taste.

Sav was tentative with her tongue, hungry to find the exact pressure that Celeste liked. Tasting along the outermost seam of Celeste’s vulva, Sav felt an unexpectedly strong wave of pleasure. And when she heard her roommate’s throaty moan, she knew she was on the right path. As Sav doubled her efforts, she felt her first hint of power in her roommate’s presence. Celeste always left her feeling askew, but here, on her knees, Sav finally felt some semblance of control.

But the control fled as quickly as it had come. All too soon, Celeste reached down and threaded her elegant fingers through the hair at the nape of Sav’s neck. Gripping firmly, she began issuing orders to optimize her own pleasure.

“Suck on my clit, Savannah.”

And just like that, Sav felt the full force of Celeste’s dominance. Not that she minded. Celeste's growly command only left her more turned on, more eager to please, more determined to obey. Gently, she took her roommate's sensitive bundle of nerves between her mouth and applied pressure.

“Harder,” Celeste rasped, gripping Sav’s hair even more firmly. Sav followed her roommate’s orders, using her free hand to gently stroke Celeste’s inner thighs. Under Celeste’s breathy tutelage, Sav feasted on her roommate as if the woman was her favorite popsicle; gently suckling, licking, and nibbling. Soon, Sav felt Celeste’s muscles clench, and she peeked up with urgency to witness her release. Watching Celeste’s mouth part, her head falling back in ecstasy, her eyes fluttering closed, Sav felt as if she were in the presence of the most beautiful artwork in creation. She continued to worship Celeste with her tongue long after her roommate’s orgasmic tremors had subsided. Only when Celeste demanded she stop did she sit back on her heels.

Wincing as her tender bottom made contact with her feet, Sav peered up at Celeste once more. She couldn’t have hidden the look of adoration in her eyes even if she wanted to.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sav heard herself say, her voice sounding almost reverent even to her own ears. She wanted Celeste to know how much she’d enjoyed this experience — how much she’d enjoyed her.

“As are you, Savannah,” Celeste replied, offering Sav the most gentle smile she’d ever received.

A week later, the events of that day still loomed large in Sav’s head. The painter had assumed that the dynamic between her and Celeste would be forever changed. She was both irritated and relieved to find that that wasn’t the case. Rather than any awkwardness, the two women continued to have an easy camaraderie, even as they spent more time together. However, Sav found that her penchant for following any directions that Celeste laid out for her had only increased.

“Would you like to join me for yoga today?” Celeste asked, as she always did, the day after Sav’s spanking.

“No, thank you.”

“You really should join me, Savannah. I’ve noticed that you don’t stretch for long enough after your runs. Your body needs recovery.”

“I’ll go change,” Sav responded, thinking her roommate had a point. It was only when she was putting on her sports bra that Sav realized that she’d, once again, bent to Celeste’s will.

Of course, yoga with Celeste was no hardship. Sav found that she loved watching her fellow artist stretch her beautiful body into a myriad of positions. Celeste had an unparalleled amount of flexibility, and watching her muscles pulled taut left Sav feeling a deep sense of longing. As Celeste cued downward facing dog, Sav couldn’t help sneaking a peek over at her roommate. Celeste’s ample breasts suspended in air seemed to be Sav’s personal siren call. Marveling over the woman’s grace, Sav watched as Celeste gently walked her feet up to her hands. As Celeste rose, one vertebrae at a time, Sav reminded herself to breathe. As she walked over to her, Sav averted her gaze, focusing instead on refining her own downward facing dog.

“Flattered as I am, Savannah, when we’re doing yoga, your attention needs to be solely focused on what’s happening on your own mat,” Celeste commanded. Sav felt herself blush, knowing she’d been caught staring. The heat only increased as Celeste pushed on her low back with infinitesimal pressure, helping Sav reach a fuller expression of the pose.

“And stick this butt out,” Celeste demanded.

A week later, that directive remained Sav’s sole reminder of her spanking. She could almost forget that the event ever happened if not for the fact that she'd remained on her very best behavior. She had absolutely no desire to let Celeste down again. But she was lying to herself if she didn't admit that she occasionally fantasized about getting into trouble again. Those fantasies had led her to quite a few orgasms over the past week. Still, they paled in comparison to the bliss she’d found with Celeste.

It was Saturday, and Sav was attempting to spend a lazy afternoon reading on the couch. In truth, she was finding it incredibly difficult to concentrate. Her eyes kept flickering over to Celeste, who was bustling around in the kitchen. Why was she so affected by this woman? What was this thing between them? Would Celeste ever even kiss her again? It frustrated her to no end that she was like a schoolgirl with her first crush whenever Celeste was around. As her thoughts spiraled, Sav decided to throw caution to the wind. She was a grown woman who didn’t have to wait for Celeste! Determined, Sav stood up, ready to seduce her roommate. But before she could even take a step, Celeste’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Savannah?”

“Yes?”

“Go find a corner.”

Desire slammed into Sav like a ton of bricks. Immediately, her body was on high-alert, her mind reeling. What had she done this time? Racking her brain, she couldn’t think of anything that might incur Celeste’s wrath. She stood, gaping at the back of her roommate’s head, but Celeste hadn't even turned around. Confused but intrigued, Sav found her feet carrying her to the closest corner of their own volition.

As she stood, breathy and wet, Sav remembered the last time Celeste had ordered her into the corner. But wait, Sav thought, this wasn’t right. Celeste had given her specific instructions of how to do corner time. Quickly, and hoping her roommate hadn't noticed her faux pas, Sav stripped out of her clothes and underwear. As she placed her clothes on the nearby ottoman, she shot a surreptitious glance at Celeste. But the woman had yet to even turn around from her post in the kitchen. It was then that Sav realized that Celeste hadn’t even considered that she wouldn’t follow her orders. Sav had no idea why, but that particular thought really turned her on.

Searching her brain, Sav tried again to recall Celeste’s exact directions for corner time. Spreading her legs slightly, she arched her back, leaving her butt jutting out attractively and her wet pussy on show. Next, she laced her hands behind her head and adjusted herself until her nipples touched the wall. The painter felt even more exposed this time around, fully on display in the living room waiting for whatever Celeste had in store for her.

Suddenly, the energy in the room shifted. Though she didn’t dare to turn around, Sav could feel Celeste’s eyes on her. Her roommate’s soft footsteps seemed to echo through the room. Soon, she smelled Celeste’s spicy scent and felt her breath on the back of her neck. Closing her eyes, Sav waited for something to happen. For Celeste to touch her or even issue a command, but nothing came. Instead, she merely heard Celeste’s footsteps retreat, her absence leaving Sav cold and bereft.

A few minutes later, Celeste was back. Sav could hear her roommate take a seat on the couch she’d just vacated. The next sound had become increasingly familiar to Sav over the past few weeks: a pencil scratching against a sketchbook. Sav let out an involuntary moan when she realized that Celeste was more than likely sketching her. Fighting to keep herself under control, she forced herself to keep breathing.

Sav stood in the corner for a seemingly endless amount of time wondering what would happen next. Only when she felt herself fully relax did she feel Celeste’s presence behind her once more. Her neck fell back in ecstasy as her roommate slid her hands between her breasts and the wall and began to fondle her tits. As Celeste pinched her nipples firmly between her dextrous fingers, Sav’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Your nipples aren’t as hard as they were the last time I put you in the corner, Savannah.”

Sav bit her lip, trying to cope with the dueling sensations of pleasure and pain.

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

“I’m sorry, Celeste.”

“Hmm… well, we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

Using the pressure on Sav’s nipples, Celeste gently turned her around. Sav hissed in response, but quickly felt soothed as Celeste bent low, released her left nipple and replaced her fingers with her mouth. Sav had never thought of herself as someone with sensitive nipples, but Celeste took no prisoners. She feasted on Sav’s nipple, gently swirling it around in the hot warmth of her mouth, devouring her like her life depended on it. When she finally released one nipple to give the other the same treatment, Sav couldn’t help but drop her hands from her head and lean against the wall for support.

She didn’t realize her eyes had closed until Celeste commanded that she open them. Meeting her roommate’s gaze, she felt like a captured prey, ensnared by a stunningly beautiful predator.

“I have something for you,” Celeste said, almost tauntingly. “Since you’re having trouble keeping these delicious nipples as hard as I want them to be.”

Sav broke the intense eye contact and found that Celeste was holding a pretty rose gold chain. Confused, she met the artist’s eye again.

“Oh my sweet, naive, girl. You have no idea what these are, do you?”

Shaking her head slowly, Sav felt a core-clenching combo of apprehension and curiosity.

Leaning in, Celeste delivered a frighteningly sweet kiss to Sav’s lips. Then she reached down and began fiddling with Sav’s nipples again. Sav gasped as she felt a pressure that far surpassed Celeste’s fingers or even her mouth. Looking down, she noticed that the gold chain had what looked to be small clothespins attached to them. They were now clamped on to her nipples, providing her with the most exquisite type of pressure.

“These, Savannah, are nipple clamps. Now, put your hands back behind your head.”

Sav gasped as she obeyed. The pressure on her nipples increased, sending her careering through a whole new wave of sensation. Celeste watched her reactions closely, seeming to derive just as much gratification from her roommate’s pain as her pleasure.

Watching with rapt attention, Sav bit her lip as Celeste reached out and firmly squeezed one of her quivering breasts and then the other. She nearly purred as her roommate’s soft hand traveled upwards and gently wrapped around her neck.

“You like this, don’t you, Savannah?”

Sav could only nod through her arousal. Ever so gently, Celeste added the tiniest amount of pressure to Sav’s neck. She didn’t quite squeeze, but Sav felt the possessive energy radiating from her roommate nevertheless.

“Don’t nod. Say yes, Celeste.”

“Yes, Celeste.”

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to take you over my knees and spank you.”

Celeste released Sav’s neck and instead grabbed the chain hanging loose between her clamped nipples. Sav gasped, but found that she had no choice but to walk forwards as Celeste led her to the couch by her sore, protruding, nipples. Sitting, Celeste instructed her to remain standing, though she did allow Sav to release her arms from behind her head. As Celeste stared unabashedly at her naked body, Sav felt a wave of humiliation that did nothing to hinder her pleasure. Forcing herself to be brave, Sav finally stammered out the question she’d been dying to ask.

“Am I in trouble, Celeste?”

“Have you done anything naughty?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then you’re not in trouble,” Celeste responded, before reaching out and tumbling Sav over her lap.

“Then why are you…” Sav’s voice trailed off, unable to say it aloud. 

“Why am I about to spank this delicious bottom?” Celeste teased, rubbing her hand over Sav’s tightened flesh.

“Yes,” Sav squeaked, her embarrassment palpable.

“I don’t need a reason,” Celeste replied with casual confidence. “This ass is mine, isn’t it Savannah?”

“Yes, Celeste.”

“And you love being mine, don’t you, Savannah?”

“Yes, Celeste.”

“Good girl,” Celeste said soothingly, before she began raining down fierce slaps on Sav’s defenseless bottom.

Sav was, once again, reduced to a puddle of sensations. Though it was a relief that she hadn’t done anything wrong to earn this spanking, that didn’t stop it from stinging. Each sharp SMACK that Celeste delivered seemed to compound onto the last. And Celeste was hardly taking it easy on her. In fact, she seemed to be concentrating the spanks into certain areas to maximize the pain. Sav managed to mentally count 13 consecutive smacks delivered to her left butt cheek before Celeste switched to the right and gave it the same treatment.

Soon, Sav was beyond counting. It was all she could do to breathe and keep from writhing in the painful pleasure. She was swiftly reminded that Celeste didn’t tolerate much squirming after she tried to roll away from her roommate during a particularly fearsome barrage of swats. Celeste merely pulled her in closer and delivered a vicious slap to the back of her thigh.

“Did I say you could wriggle out of your spanking?” 

“No, Celeste,” Sav replied, noting that although her roommate had used less force, being spanked on the thigh hurt way more than being spanked on her cushy bottom.

SMACK. Celeste delivered a matching blow to her other thigh.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t let it happen again,” Celeste scolded, continuing the spanking on Sav’s sore butt.

Celeste’s commands should have made Sav mad. Instead, her desire continued to increase. She liked hearing her roommate’s voice get sharp and gravelly. She liked how stern Celeste could get even though she’d technically done nothing wrong. And Sav really liked how her clamped nipples felt, each SMACK causing them to brush up against the soft fabric of the couch. In time, Sav was able to transform each sharp SMACK of pain into pleasure. Every blow to her bottom felt like a gentle caress.

It took some time for Sav to realize that her spanking had actually stopped and she really was feeling Celeste stroke her bottom. Sav let out a sigh as she felt the gentle scratching on her tenderized ass.

Before long, Celeste was ordering her to stand up. After last week’s experience, Sav knew better than to believe that her spanking was over. In a trance, she let herself be led into the kitchen. Immediately, Celeste pushed her up against the island and commanded that she bend over. Sav gasped as the cool marble met her naked body. The cold countertop pressed against her clamped nipples nearly sent her into orbit. 

Turning her face to the side, Sav noted that there was a lone wooden spoon lying next to her on the island. As she gasped in recognition, the utensil disappeared from her line of sight and she soon felt its presence on her bottom.

“What’s going to happen now, Savannah?” Celeste asked, rubbing slow circles on Sav’s bum with the spoon.

“You’re going to spank me.”

SMACK! Sav hissed in shock as she felt the sting of the wooden spoon for the first time. It was different from Celeste’s hand and even the hairbrush. Less deep; more stingy and sharp, like a bee sting.

“That’s right. I’m going to spank this gorgeous ass of yours with this spoon. Do you know why?”

“Because you can.”

SMACK came another spank, this one slightly harder.

“And?”

“Because you want to?”

SMACK.

“Correct. And because you need it. Don’t you, Savannah?” Celeste taunted, delivering consecutive spanks without waiting for Sav to respond.

“Ah! Yes, Celeste! Yes, Celeste!” Sav moaned, pleasure and pain warring within her highly sensitized body. 

“Good girl,” Celeste whispered, increasing her pace. “So keep this ass arched for me and show me that you can take the spanking you deserve.”

Desperate for her roommate's approval, Sav stuck out her butt as an offering. She moaned, panted, and groaned as the spanks continued, but not once did she pull away. Even as the tears rolled down her eyes, Sav held her position. And when Celeste finally put the spoon down and began eating her out from behind, Sav discovered that it paid to be a good girl. Reaching her orgasm, Sav couldn’t help but smile as she daydreamed about the many weeks that she and her fellow artist still had left on this magical retreat.