The Summer of Andie's Shame

Chapter One-3

Zooey tucked her big round behind into her blue denim short-shorts and tugged the zipper up. The bottoms were frayed, and when Zooey bent over you could see the bottoms of her plump ass cheeks peeking from underneath. “Just be ready for me, hon. You’re going to be quite a playtoy.” Her eyes glimmered sexily, the way Andie had seen them do a hundred times when she was coming on to a guy. Was this fate? Didn’t even sound reasonable. Sounded more like Zooey taking advantage of the situation, and she would let her for reasons she wasn’t even sure of.

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Andie sat in the barn once her grandfather went up for his nap. The day had been stormy, and a hard rain still thundered against the roof. Her peach-colored sundress was open to her breasts and she fanned the air with an old tractor catalog while she waited for Zooey to appear. Her apprehensions were as high as her s****l desire.

Hoping she could finally throw off her indecent yearnings, she’d done her best to ignore Zooey’s idea over the last forty-eight hours. After all, the idea was out of the question. She planned to call off the ‘date’ once her sassy friend arrived, vowing that her aberration Tuesday afternoon was a fluke, not something she wanted to repeat. Yet, as the afternoon faded toward evening, as the sultry rain turned lusciously erotic, desire crept into her belly and loins, and invaded her thoughts with the same compelling insistence as those many previous occasions. To her dismay, Zooey was very much a part of her imaginings—as the woman who wielded the birches and demanded the deplorable from her submissive lover. The anonymous person inside thoughts was no longer genderless, no longer faceless. How quickly her psyche responded to these new elements of fantasy; her body easily answered the desire with a firm, Amen.

Instead of standing her ground against the obscene acts, Andie moved with haste toward the barn at four o’clock, knowing that she could expect Zooey any moment. She sat in wait, not knowing what to hope for, while the minutes ticked by and her desire and anxiety rose together, clashing in nightmarish imaginings…What if she changed her mind?…What if, after the fact, Zooey realized what an abhorrent thing they’d done?…What if she never wanted to see her again?…What if she told Harper her secret?…

She didn’t trust her not to tell Harper. Zooey was impulsive and often thoughtless. A half hour passed. Her mind was in a tizzy; she was about to exit the barn, running in fear when she heard Zooey’s voice and looked up.

“Hey, Andie.” She stood at the door, all smiles, her blonde hair wet and bedraggled, clinging in ringlets to the side of her face.

“You did come. I thought you might not.”

“Yeah, I’m late. Nasty weather.”

“Been that way all day.”

The busty blonde wore high-heeled sandals and a blue print dress that was much too short. When she wiggled her ass as she walked forward, she did so with an authoritative saunter that was unashamedly sexy.

Andie’s body shook with feverish excitement. This was really happening…again…

Zooey had dropped her purse just inside the barn door, but there was something in her hand—a thin reed maybe two feet long. Seeing that Andie had spotted the thing, she looked at it herself, “Property of Robert.” Robert was Zooey’s brother, who was serving his third year in the Army. This odd item had been the conductor’s baton he’d used as student director of the high school band. Anyone who knew Robert would know what the baton was used for, although it seemed that its previous function was now lost to the fantasy between two girls with hormones flying at full speed, desire ripping at their insides.

“I remember it,” Andie commented with a slightly horrified expression on her face.

“Oh, do you?”

Zooey was close to her now, using the baton to lift Andie’s chin so she could look her subject in the eye. “Bet you’ll remember it even better once today is over.” Her voice was low and pregnant with meaning.

“Zooey, I was thinking…” Andie started. Her chest was heaving sumptuously, perspiration almost soaking the lightweight peach-colored dress.

“Don’t think, hon.” The tip of the baton still rested under the trembling chin, Andie’s ash blonde curls quivering as much as the rest of her body.

“But…”

Zooey hauled off and gave her a sharp whack across her chest. The fabric of Andie’s dress kept the baton from biting, but the shocking force of the blow made her lean back in fear.

“You’re waiting for me here. I know what you want. Don’t lie to me, farm girl.” Zooey was in her erotic zone, a dream world alternate reality, which was now knocking at the gates of Andie’s most obsessive fantasies. “Take off your dress. You’re going to be punished for balking, you hear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Ma’am. Ma’am, like Andie was her subject. Andie was the older of the two by two months, and she was calling her girlfriend ma’am?

“That’s right, farm girl, you show me a little respect.”

Andie didn’t understand why she was compelled to obey, but obey she would. Her breathing deepened as she unbuttoned her sundress to the waist and shrugged it off her shoulders. It dropped to the dusty barn floor, leaving her in bra and panties.

“Those too,” the blonde ordered, nodding to the mismatched underwear.

Andie’s frightened eyes looked into Zooey’s hardened ones. They seemed almost crazed, but uniquely alluring. She sloughed off the bra and drew her panties over her hips, feeling an instantaneous tickle of delight between her legs as a draft of cool damp air caressed her pubic mound.

“Slut!”

Andie stood up straight.

“Back into that post,” Mistress Zooey pointed to the support behind her, and she obeyed. “You ever thrash your t**s?”

“No.” Andie shook her head.

“Well then, this will be a first,” Zooey smiled.

As Andie leaned against the wood for support, her hands behind her, Zooey struck her exposed breasts, flailing back and forth with the baton until an angry red rash covered the surface on both sides. Initially, the blows stung, moving Andie to tears. She jerked, the pain sharp and nearly uncontrollable. But after a brief pause in the beating, the sensations began to transform when Zooey started up again. Just as she experienced with the switches, the lust began to move erotically through her, the feelings headed downward, rapidly growing the desire in her groin.

Zooey noticed the change, and changed too, delivering blows to Andie’s undulating pubis with almost vicious abandon. Andie jolted from the sudden shock, then taking a deep breath, forced her fears aside, and listened to her body’s clear reply. Belly heaving, she accepted each painful strike, as each one moved her closer to the ultimate end of pleasure.

“Oh, my! You like this better than I even thought you would.” Zooey was amazed. But then she stopped abruptly. “No wait! You’re not going to c*m that quick. Go to your corner and bend into the wall,” she barked hotly.

By then, Andie was in her erotic dream space. Thoughts of propriety had fled long before. There was nothing Zooey would ask of her that she wouldn’t do—within reason. She moved quickly to her special corner, and bent over, knowing that her bottom was about to be thrashed and wanting it.

Zooey started with the baton, laying on enough blows to create a decent sting. But she soon changed to the bundle of switches, delivering them on with fervor twice what she used two days before. Pain seemed to purge Andie’s shame. Her guilt fled. This was punishment…on the road to pleasure…but punishment nonetheless. This she understood. This she craved.

For a time, her inspired Mistress tickled the rough switches between her legs.

“Open up!”

Andie widened her stance.

“More, slut. And push out that ass. You present yourself to me; don’t make me go after you. You got that?”

Andie rushed to obey.

“You got that?” Zooey barked. “Answer me!”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The effect of the scratchy switches made Andie jerk as Zooey poked and prodded her privates.

“You have no idea what I’m going to make you do, farm girl. How about turn you into the trashy w***e you really are?” He lip curled up viciously.

Andie’s insides leapt on that—what a cruel betrayal. Her ass swayed, loving the words, seeming independent of her mind.

“Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you? All these years we thought we were the wild ones, but you were there, lying to us with your prissy judgments condemning our promiscuity.”

Had she really done that? Andie wondered. But she had no time to answer her friend. And disagreeing would be dangerous to her body. It was enough to that she was being punished for whatever perceived slights she was made been guilty of in Zooey’s peculiar judgment.

The switches rained again with their biting cruelty, turning Andie’s behind into a mass of welts. Only when several of them opened spilling tiny trails of blood did Zooey stop.

“Come suck my cunt,” she said, leaning back into the post where her farm girl had been previously whipped. The sultry Mistress Zooey raised her skirt and pointed to the naked snatch between her legs. It had been shaved clean of her blonde pubic curls, leaving the pink flesh and tiny slit alluringly pubescent.

Andie dropped to her knees, crawled three feet, and stared at the awesome thing that greeted her gaze. She licked her lips, humming with desire and crawled further forward, moving between her friend’s quivering thighs and gently licking her shiny labia lips.

“Ooo, tongue me deep,” Zooey’s voice changed from abrupt to inviting as she accepted the gift of Andie’s affection.

Andie pushed her face in closer, but was frustrated because she couldn’t get her tongue between the plump lips. She reached in with her fingers and opened the valley wide, drinking in the fragrant musk of Zooey’s p***y, while probing with her tongue, tasting the tart-tasting juices gathered there.

“Ooo, yes, do that!” Zooey purred. She reached down to clutch a handful of Andie’s hair in her fist.

Andie flicked her tongue along side of the tiny clit, watching as Zooey’s body clenched and released with her belly beginning to spasm. She purred, then grimaced, and hissing like a mad cat, her hands vigorously tugged Andie’s hair, pulling hard as the cumming started through her clit and groin. Andie’s craving need fed off every tug of her hair, making her cunt begin to clench by the time she felt Zooey reach her peak.

“Yessssssssss, yess, yes, yes, girl, Ooo, yeeeahhhhhh, yeeeeeeiiiiiiiieeee!”

Zooey gasped for air and took so long to breathe, Andie worried that she’d fainted. “Ahhhhhh, my…”

Finished, she slithered against the post down to the floor, expelling a shiver of energy with the last of her orgasmic spasms. Zooey sat with her dress up, her thighs wide open, her hands resting on her bent knees, and stared at Andie with calmer eyes than before, but lust-filled nonetheless.

“You’re probably aching to get off, huh?”

Andie shook her head.

“Well, then, do it.”

Andie stared at her blankly.

“Do it, girl! Lean back and masturbate for me. I want to see how you cum.” She picked up the switches, which were now a raggedy mess.

Andie obeyed, shedding another inhibition among many, turning her thoughts to the wildness that throbbed meanly between her legs. Her hand played hard and fast as the fire in her belly swelled and the engorged places between her legs ached for climax. Zooey half-heartedly—her c*m had been too terrifically good for her to quickly recover—slashed at Andie’s open thighs—even once forced the farm girl’s hand aside so she could thrash her p***y straight on. But there was no dissuading the explosion that rocked her body, that threw her head back in ecstasy and made her heated whimpers rise, infusing the tepid air with the sounds of pleasure.

“I want another bundle of branches,” Zooey announced as Andie awakened. She absently drew lines down Andie’s legs, making one particularly noticeable scratch on her inner knee.

“Ouch!” This one wouldn’t fade in a day.

“Something bigger … longer… and soak them in vinegar, got that?” She sat up a little straighter against the post. “And clothespins, bring me a package of clothespins and bottles, things you can stick up your cunt. You got that?”

Andie struggled to sit, too. “Yes,” she tentatively said.

“You want me to come back, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, Zooey, I really do.” She grimaced. “I hate this, but I can’t stop.”

Zooey frowned, and leaning forward, slapped Andie’s face much harder than the time before. Her expression turned hard. “Don’t you ever say that you hate it again, because that’s a lie. That clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? What do you call me when we’re here together?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s better. And anyone I bring in here, you treat with the same respect.”