Seconds later, my soul left my body, and entered Mistresses through her tight little bottom. Staying locked in place for the moment, I waited until my rabid cock softened, and slipped out of Mistresses bottom.

The two of us collapsed onto the bed, while we regrouped, and came back to earth. Moments later we crawled up the bed, and took Jill in our arms, pulling her close while Mistress, and I peppered her face with kisses.

Reaching down, I grasped the edge of the blanket, while pulling it up and over us. I had not realized that we had drifted off to sleep, until we heard Mistresses cell phone chirping. Looking at the clock we had slept only about forty minutes. Yet I felt more refreshed, as well as relaxed than I could ever remember.

Turning towards Mistress, and Jill I watched as Mistress began stretching much like a cat does, arms, and legs extending above her head, as her legs stiffened outward, followed by her body shuddering as all the muscles relaxed. This cat like motion was fascinating to witness, as Mistress came back to life. Jill on the other hand was one of those people who returned to waking life with a pure distaste for being awakened from her slumber.

Turning in my direction Mistresses face took on a bit of a scowl. “Little man, I'm a bit miffed with you right now. You took it upon yourself to take advantage of my moment of orgasm to take on a dominate role, and fuck me in my ass. Now while what you did was incredible in it's intensity, as well as driving my climax to soaring heights, you none the less overstepped you place.”

For that transgression there is a punishment that must be administered. With Jill looking on, Mistress sat on the edge of the bed, while pulling me across her lap. Knowing that this was going to be a painful experience, I took a series of deep breaths while clinching the cheeks of my bottom tightly.

A second later Mistresses hand landed squarely across my bottom. OK I thought that wasn't too bad, by the third hit, I began to reevaluate my opinion. Hit number ten took my breathing to a new level. With a pause, Mistress told Jill to bring her the hair brush sitting on the dresser table, I knew that everything prior was nothing other than a warm up for the main event.

For the first time in my life, I discovered the real meaning of pain, and it was delivered via a hair brush. At the first impact, all my mental preparation, as well as the clinching of my cheeks were for nothing. The sting from the hair brush was incredibly intense, it shot through my bottom, and radiated outward until it settled deep within my brain. Each hit after was noticeably more painful, as the tender spots on my bottom were repeatedly impacted. After thirty hits, tears began pouring from my eyes, sobs began to pour forth from within. Jill was begging Mistress to please stop, saying I had been punished enough.

I'm not certain if it was Jill's pleas, or Mistresses plan to end my spanking at thirty strokes of the brush, whatever the cause, I was glad it was over. Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed Mistress took a tube of lotion, and began to sooth my tortured bottom. The lotion had the desired effect of deadening the pain as well as knocking down the fire that was my bottom.

When it was over, Mistress pulled me up from her lap, while beginning to cuddle me as if she were holding an infant. Stroking my face, as she told me that I was a good boy, and that she was sorry that she had to resort to such a drastic punishment, but that it was a necessity if I was going to learn to ask permission before I undertook such an action in the future.

Motioning for Jill to join her, the two of them held me tightly, as they rocked me back and forth. In a flash something in my head flooded my thoughts, here I was, and here is where I belonged. Surrounded by those who loved me, as well as cared for me, regardless of the power dynamics.

Ten minutes later Mistress asked Jill to head into the kitchen, and prepare breakfast for the three of us. Hopping off the bed Jill made a bee line out of the bedroom as she raced towards the kitchen. Twenty minutes later Jill called out the breakfast was on the table. Donning our robes, we followed the aromas emanating from the dinning room. Set before us was a meal that smelled as well as looked outstanding.

Three smallish Denver omelets, three grapefruits halves, three tall glasses of whole milk, and English muffins graced the plates in front of us. The smile that crossed Mistresses face caused Jill to clap her hands like a little girl. When Mistress gently stroked Jill's face as a thank you gesture, Jill simply melted.

While we ate, the room was awash in silence, while the wolves gulped down their feast. As we finished, Mistress ordered us into the living room to begin working on our school work. In an unprecedented move Mistress said that she will take care of the cleanup in the kitchen. While we began to object Mistress spoke up. “You are surprised that I chose to do the cleanup? What the two of you have to understand is that while I am your Dom, and Mistress, if I am not willing to undertake the chores that I assign to the two of you myself than I am no better than a bully, who uses people for their own end.

Sitting at the dinning room table, both Jill, and I had our laptops open, books scattered across the table, as well as a pile of notes sorted out, ready to be incorporated into the papers that were due next week, we set about editing, and searching through our work for any typos, or grammatical errors.

When Mistress returned to the dinning room she sat next to me to review my work. In the next five minutes Mistress discovered a run on sentence, two spelling errors that the spell checker missed, and a couple of awkward sentences that she pointed out. Correcting these made the paper feel, and look better in it's overall construction.

Moving over to where Jill sat, Mistress repeated the same task, although there were fewer repairs needed for Jill's work. Two hours later when we had made good progress, Mistress called a halt to the study period.

Laptops, books, and a ton of paper notes, were stuffed into our backpacks, as we finished cleaning up the debris of our presence. Returning from the other room, Mistress ordered us to head up to her bedroom. Upon arrival, we noticed that Mistress had laid out clothes for both Jill, and myself. For Jill there was a beautiful silvery dress designed by Jason Wu, made of a silk like material. When the light catches the dress in just the right angle, it cast a disco ball like reflections all around the room. Spaghetti straps held up the top, leaving the shoulders bare. The lower hem came to just about mid thigh. If Jill bent over, the dress hiked up just a wee bit to much for Jill's taste. However any objections she had were shot down with nothing more than a look from Mistress.

For myself, Mistress laid out an English style double vested suit in a tweed like pattern from Turnbull & Asser.
Although this was a wool suit, the entire thing weighed almost nothing. Being by nature a jeans, and pullover shirt kind of guy, I had no idea concerning what was considered fashionable, let alone what a suit like this cost. A few days later I Googled the maker of this suit, and nearly fell off my chair when I learned that this suit cost somewhere in the vicinity of eight thousand dollars. Researching Jill's Dress, the outcome was much the same, that skimpy little dress was nearly four thousand dollars, and some change in cost.

Never telling us the destination she had in mind, Mistress led us to the lower garage where a Bentley limo awaited for our pleasure. Upon entering this magnificent auto, Mistress sat in the front facing seat, while Jill and I sat in the rear facing seat. Never having been in such a luxury auto, I sank into the leather seat while marveling in the purest of hedonistic pleasure that an auto could provide.

Twenty minutes later I discovered our destination, as we pulled up to the “Founders Club”. This place was reserved for those who had reached the highest level of the wealthy. Never in a million years did I ever think I would see the inside of this club.

As our limo came to a stop, the doorman held open the door for our party. Holding out his hand he assisted Mistress exit the limo, while offering her his greeting. “Good evening Ms Parker, it's wonderful to see you again. Your table awaits you, the Manager is standing by for anything you might need this evening.”

“Thank you Simon, as usual you are the very soul of efficiency as well as courtesy.”

When the doors swung inward, we were greeted by opalescence that stunned the eyes, and stilled the heart. Standing aside the door the clubs manager greeted us, while leading our party towards our booth. Situated in the rear while overlooking the entire club, a cadre of staff came to await our beck, and call.

At the far end of the dance floor, an eight piece band was playing while a young lady sang torch songs. While we situated ourselves, a bottle of wine was brought over for Mistresses approval. Signifying her acceptance, the sommelier filled the glasses before us, while waiting in the background.

During the next fifteen minutes or so, half a dozen people left their seats to come over, and greet Mistress. The first gentleman to greet her caught both Jill, and myself off guard when he told Mistress, “Ms Parker, it's so good to see you again, your club has not been the same without your presence.” When he said “Your club”, Jill and I did a double take.

Speaking up, I began to sputter my words a bit, due to my shock. “Mistress, am I missing something, that gentleman called this your club, am I to understand you are the owner of this establishment?”

“Oh my little man, you can be so wonderfully naive sometimes. But to answer your question, yes I am the sole proprietor of this club, I built it six years ago due to the fact that I wanted to have a place to unwind from the outside world. Every employee here was hand picked by me, and I dare say they are incredibly loyal, they had better be after I paid them three times the wages they could earn elsewhere. I also covered any, and all moving expenses, as well as covering their housing as long as they are in my employ.

Stunned into silence, both Jill and I tried once again to understand where Mistresses money derived from. Begging my leave, I asked Mistress where the men's room was. Making my way past the band, I made the required pit stop. On my way back, I stopped by the band leader for a moment to make a special request.

Stepping up to Mistresses chair I held out my hand, requesting her presence on the dance floor. Momentarily taken aback by my boldness, I led her out onto the dance floor. With a nod to the band leader, the music began. I had asked the band to play, “Asi Se Baila EL Tango”.

Pulling Mistress close, I began leading her in a tango. What must be understood is that the tango was all about seduction. Not only are you seducing your dance partner, you are taking her, you are making her yours.

The first few moments, were a bit awkward as we found our feet. Yet the energy was there, as Mistress, and I burned up the dance floor. Every eye in the place was glued to the two of us as our bodies moved along the dance floor. Mistress turned out to be an enthusiastic dance partner, well able to pick up on my signals as to the direction, and flow of the tango.

Five minutes later the band concluded it's rendition of the piece. As the last vestiges of the music died away, I bowed to my dance partner, as she returned the gesture. Making our way back to our table, the crowd signaled their approval by their applause.

Holding out the chair for Mistress, my final act of chivalry was to lean over, and kiss the back of her hand. “Well now little man, I am deeply impressed, where in the hell did you learn to dance like that!”

“Mistress, my mother was a dance instructor in her youth. So for most of my life she had given me a dance lesson once a week ever since I could walk. For the most part I didn't see any point in it until I was older, I just did it because she gave me little choice in the matter. It wasn't until later in life that I began to truly appreciate what she did for me.