Rosie Bottom’s Blushing Buns Cafe – Part Two

if you haven’t done so, I should read part one first to get a feel of the scenario.

 

Continued….

Unbeknown to the girls, a few days before all what had happened, and  realising her waitresses behaviour was getting steadily worse, Rosie had decided that spanking the waitresses by hand was not really enough. Neither for them or her.

Both the girls and herself had needs, Dominant and submissive needs, that were not being met, so, she had sent off for a few catalogues, and found that a company called ouch.uk.com  seemed to have the best selection. She ordered two tawses and a cane.

They had soon arrived and were put into her office. She anticipated that one day she would call them in for discipline, and there before them on the desk, would be the punishment implements.

After spanking the girls by hand, on their bare bottoms before the customers, for their disgraceful behaviour, she went to her office. Surely after being publicly punished, she could leave them alone whilst she did some paperwork.

‘My word, they are in for a surprise soon!’ She thought.

She took her cafe blouse off and slipped into her office top, she hated the smell of cooking being brought into the office, so she put it in a small locker

She had got on rather well with the man who sold them to her, and decided to let him know of their impending usage. She called ‘Ouch’.. “Hello, is that Mr.. Tersley? Oh hello Roy, it’s Rosie Bottom from the Blushing Buns  Cafe, I am just ringing up to say that the punishment implements you make are excellent and will be used sooner than expected, much sooner in fact, the girls I spoke of have been very naughty and are in for a shock!”

A delighted and amused Roy Tersley thanked her for the call and said a report of their use would be appreciated, and if she was willing could  he use her words on the web site recommendations page.

She agreed, and after doing her work, followed by a coffee, she slipped back into her work attire, picked up all three implements, and returned to the cafe, and so the story resumes from where we left off in Part One…

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 Kate bent over as instructed.  The girls could see the new tawses, the smell of freshly tanned leather filled the air. Kate pleaded for mercy as soon as she saw the harsh looking implements. 

“Oh Mistress, please, that looks terrifying! Please, don’t, I’m sorry, very sorry….pleeeeease!”

“It’s time you  learned a real lesson Kate!”

Charlene walked to the cafe counter nonchalantly , leaned against it and laughed. “Spank her hard with them Mistress, make her dance, she’s a naughty girl isn’t she Mistress?”

Rosie glanced at her and tutted. “Quiet!” Then slowly pulled down Kate’s knickers to just below her beautiful ample bottom.

Charlene sulked and sat down to watch Kate get spanked with the tawse, it looked cruel, yet strangely beautiful.

Kate looked over her shoulder with a worried look, as her Mistress tapped it lightly against her vulnerable cheeks, to take aim.

“My hand is not enough for you two, it is time for some serious discipline and training! It is time that leather and rattan began to kiss your cheeks!”

WHACK!

The tawse was a virgin implement no longer as it struck those pale globes with force, a resounding smack echoed around the empty cafe. Soon followed by a squeal.”

Owwwwwwww!

She raised it again and delivered another five in quick succession. Kate jumped about screaming and begging, but Rosie just ignored her pleas and delivered a good sound punishment.

 

 

 

“Right! Swop places! You are getting six more than Kate, because you started it Charlene!”

Charlene was horrified. “No Mistress, please no, no, no!”

“CHARLENE! Get here..NOW!”

They changed places, and Kate sat down gingerly, with a wince of pain. She looked at her rival. “Not so clever now are you! Spank her good and proper Mistress.”

And of course, Rosie did just that, with more vigour and more strokes of the leather tawsee, than Katie got!

Katie delighted in the spectacle before her as Charlene jumped from foot to foot wriggling and squealing.

The new shiny leather tawse whistled through the air and cracked repeatedly on her naughty plump cheeks.

How Katie loved it. She did not know which end to look at. The screwed up squealing, crying face, or the wobbling, bouncing reddening cheeks. She settled for alternate looks at each! Right up to the last, extra hard, echoing

….SLAP!!!!!

‘Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

Panting for breath, Rosie stopped. “Now you can see what is in store for you both in the future! You both need punishments like this more often, and more training. And I don’t mean waitress training. Tomorrow night it is back here, both of you naked. For some obedience training! Now off you go!”

They both left sulkily, but deep down they had both drank their punishments up like hungry puppies drank warm cream.

The next day in the cafe went well, no spankings, no tellings off, all in all it was quite uneventful… That is, until the evening, when after work, in twilight, the cafe once again took on a delightful warm hue, and Mistress greeted the girls.

“Hello my little beauties, you have done well today, well done. Now both of you, strip!”

The naughty waitresses did as they were told, and stripped.

“Now kneel, side by side.”

the naughty waitresses did as they were told, and knelt.

Mistress Rosie calmly walked up behind them and slipped a rope leash around each of their necks. Which they loved. “Now my little girls, tonight you are my ponies. Tonight is all about obedience. Understood?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You will obey each command I give,  as quickly as possible, if I am not satisfied your new ‘attitude correctors’ will come out to kiss your lily white plump cheeks again. Now…kiss each other.”

Instantly the girls did so, much to the delight of the beautiful Rosie Bottom.

Her precious girls, like two little fillies were naked before her, her Domme dreams fulfilled.

“Tell Mistress how much you like being my submissives.”

The girls looked to each other and told Mistress how much they loved her, how they adored her strict ways, her voice, her legs, her face, her clothes. They told her how they love to serve, to be controlled and told what to do.

“Perfectly put my little ponies. And talking of ponies…” She giggled. “I want to ride you. Charlene, put your hands up, Katie, get on all fours!”

Rosie clicked her tongue. “Giddy up girls!”

The girls whinnied and bucked up and down.

“Come on, trot faster!”

Mistress rubbed her pussy hard on the ridge of Kate’s lower spine and galloped until she had an orgasm, watching Charlene’s bottom bounce faster and faster as commanded.

She stayed there for a full five minutes, breathing deeply in recovery time. The cafe was quiet, warm and still. The two Submissives in particular loved this tranquil moment in time, which slowly etched itself indelibly into their memories as the cafe clock ticked loudly.

“Now then my little pets, ahem…” She coughed as she put her voice back in its commanding tone.

The girls giggled.

Mistress frowned.

“Up you get my little ponies! I want you prancing, and keep the knees high!”

The waitresses noticed a subtle change in her voice, not cruel, but more assertive, they grew nervous and sexually excited. This voice signified arousal and flogging. They loved it!

The girls pranced for their Mistress like highly trained Austrian display horses.

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Looking aloof, and totally in control, Mistress Rosie watched their every step. “Faster my pretty fillies, dance for your Mistress!”

Out of breath the girls were allowed to stop. Mistress took her turn to delight in heavy breathing. The clock seemed to tick louder..

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“You have been spanked recently, as you know. But now your Mistress has a selfish need to punish you.”

She knew that both girls had their own selfish needs, to be punished.

“to the counter…NOW!”

Both girls trotted over immediately.

Mistress tied their leashes high. The ownership of their bottoms was now in Rosie’s possession. They wanted her to do exactly as she pleased with them, their bodies were hers, they wanted to please her.

Mistress went for her crop, and stood looking at them. “This is going to hurt, you are going to scream, writhe and wriggle. There is only one person who decides for how long, how many, how hard…understood?”

Both girls agreed willingly, and nervously. They were totally hers.

This was a moment in time that even the girls would struggle to explain.

…for a Domme this moment is precious and beautiful to their eyes, it helps to satisfy her needs. The sight of two naked girls, struggling, wriggling and writhing like snakes. Vulnerable and eposed with no defence or way of escape. Their bottoms hers, to punish as they scream.

…for the girls it was that feeling of being restrained, helpless and under control. The fear that here in this room, this cafe, right now, their life’s choices, nor their bottoms, were their own. They were owned. Fear of pain, fear of not pleasing, and not knowing how  hard or how long the thrashing would be.

Both parties of this arrangement though, were exactly where and how they wanted to be.

Their bottoms felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. They could see Rosie’s eyes focussed on their cheeks. She meant business.

Rosie positioned herself.

She took them by surprise, the first strokes were delivered hard and fast, only seconds between each one.

Mistress stood back to observe them, as slowly they settled. The stripes on their bottom excited her, her power over them at moments like this were what she craved more than anything. “Beg for more you dirty little bitches, you know you want it!”

They begged helplessly, not for mercy, but for more.

She he knew exactly how she wanted them and adjusted their posture, until their bottoms were perfectly placed for the next onslaught.

“Perfect, now keep them at that height when I lay this crop on your naughty cheeks.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She walked in time to the ticking clock which suddenly filled their senses.

Imagine how they felt…

Two young women who both knew exactly what they are at the right age. Too many let the world know  too late in life, but not these. They listened to the caressing voice of their Mistress, strict and in control. They picked up on every key word or phrase. They needed her, they wanted to please her, they wanted to thrust their bottoms out for punishment, to be afraid yet, at the same time yearn for the very same pain they feared.

And their Domme, drinking the sight before her like a vampire drinking blood. The submissive looks and meek mild voices fuelled her passion. The way they thrust out made her drip. The act of whacking those pert rumps, seeing then quiver and the girls scream, yet push up again, and again were life’s blood to her soul.

She stood to their left, and thrashed them hard.

Her body shape in the perfect caning pose thrilled them.

The whistle and crack of the crop terrified and excited them.

Rosie was in full flow.

A magnificent Domme.

…when the two delicious bottoms before her were suitably striped, and the girls had stopped shuddering and whimpering Rosie summoned them to her side.

She caressed their beautifully curved buttocks with the crop as she spoke.

“You have satisfied my craving, you are the best two submissive’s a Domme could wish for. Do I make you happy?”

Both girls replied eagerly.

“Oh yes Mistress, you are perfect!”

“Yes, she’s right, we adore you, and how you treat us. We need punishment, and we are so glad you got the new things. They hurt tremendously, we will enjoy fearing them.”

Rosie laughed. “You do both say the most wonderful things, that is why I love you both…equally.”

Both girls squirmed wiith pleasure, and then winced as Rosie said “Come on, girls, this way!” And cracked the crop across their cheeks.

She led them to the drink store and told them to get glasses and a bottle of their choice.

As they chose their drink Rosie stripped naked and sat at a table. Together they sat and toasted their good fortune at finding each other.

Kate said, “Oh Mistress, we only fetched two glasses!”

Rosiie picked up the bottle and took a swallow. “Oh good! Another reason to spank you! But not tonight. Let’s drink these and then go upstairs to bed and drink each other.”

THE END