The Center of Attention

“Mm…now, then, how shall I administer this punishment?” Rarity thought out loud. She wanted her little pet to see just how far she was willing to go in order to please her. Her many “accidental” eavesdropping moments had revealed to her the depth of Twilight’s depravity. Once, she had overheard the intellectual describe a fantasy where she was tied to four bedposts and thirty men and women were having their way with her. There had also been the time when she’d heard Twilight mention a lesbian three way with two beautiful domineering women. She’d gone into graphic detail regarding clothespins on her clitoris, a huge toy driven into her ass, and even some excrement smearing.

But Rarity wasn’t about to give in to Twilight’s fantasy. No, this was her fantasy, and her little worms were playing along just fine. So, she decided to use a little bit of psychological warfare. She knew how bad Twilight’s vagina must have been throbbing. It sat there dripping with preparatory liquid, aching for something to either lick it or penetrate it. The designer and mistress had other ideas. She was going to punish Twilight for her comment about high grades simply by…not punishing her. It was the most brilliant thing she could do. Torturing Twilight with a few wagging fingers and snake like tongue movements would be a lot of fun. So, she went about teasing Twilight.

“Oh…please, mistress, punish me!” Twilight begged.

“I am punishing you, my pathetic little flea,” Rarity scoffed sexily, “or is your mind much too small to comprehend something so elaborate?”

“My mind’s not small!” Twilight squeaked in defiance, and then sneered, “I make much better grades than you.”

“Ha-ha, nice try, Twilight,” Rarity said, seeing that Twilight was beginning to understand her method of torture, “but nothing will get me to hurt you, beat you, or drive you to orgasm. You will cum when I feel like making you cum.”

“Damn it,” Twilight muttered.

“Good worm,” Rarity said, patting Twilight’s cheek mockingly, “now, then, who’s ready for some trivia?”

“Give it to me!” Sunset suddenly exclaimed, “I am READY for this!”

Rarity smiled, and crawled over to where Sunset sat. She took the yellow girl in a kiss, and used her teeth well. She bit Sunset’s lip, causing her charge a good deal of pain. But the yellow girl loved it all, and she begged for more. Rarity shook her head and grinned devilishly as she placed a tender finger over Sunset’s mouth. The tortured knew that it was the cue for silence, so she shut right up.

“First question, bitch,” Rarity snarled, “what was the exact date of the Battle of Hastings? Also, I’m going to need the victor, loser, and result of the battle. You have thirty seconds. Go!”

Sunset racked her mind. She knew that, in a previous world history class, they’d studied this particular conflict. Something about Norman and Harold stuck in her mind, but she couldn’t quite link the two together. It was a terribly long thirty second period. Time seemed to slow to an absolute crawl as the naked girl thought of her answer. She knew that the right guess would yield unimaginable pleasure courtesy of her equally naked mistress. But the wrong guess would get the stick nearby jammed up her anus. While both pleasure and punishment would be fun, she would prefer having her pussy licked gently and tenderly.

“Time’s up,” Rarity said, “what’s your answer?”

“Well…um…I think it was…er…something about Harold?”

“EAGH!” Rarity said, imitating a buzzer, “the Battle of Hastings took place on October 14, 1066, and was contested between the armies of Anglo-Saxon King Harold II and the Norman armies of William the Conqueror. Since Harold was defeated, he was the final Anglo-Saxon king of England. Now, let’s have some fun with this stick.”

She pried the wood from its place in the sand and began tickling around Sunset’s exposed cunt. Her sneer was evil and her eyes were wild as she embarked upon yet another sexual journey. She’d dreamt of giving Sunset a bit of payback for all the times she’d been bullied by her before her reformation. Now was that time. She broke off a tiny piece from the branch and slid it into the canopy of her friend’s birthing canal. Sunset howled in pain and pleasure as the wood lodged itself within her. But she also noticed that Rarity was very careful not to break off any splinters or do any permanent damage.

“I thought it was going in my butthole, mistress,” Sunset said between pants.

“While I’d love to do something like that, my worm,” Rarity said insultingly, “it’s impossible with your ass cheeks facing the sand like that. Granted, it’s my own fault…but I prefer vaginas anyway. So shut up and take what you’re given!”

“Yes, mistress!” Sunset exclaimed as she felt the wood go further in.

“Mm…you like that?” Rarity asked.

“Yes-er-I mean-no-I mean-well…it’s hard to explain,” Sunset stammered.

“Darling, don’t be afraid,” Rarity cooed, “just tell me how you feel.”

“Alright, alright, I will!” Sunset cried, “I love it! I love the stick jammed in my pussy! It feels so good, like the roughest dick ever! Oh, fuck, it’s awesome!”

“You’re being punished, worm!” Rarity suddenly thundered, smacking Sunset in the face, “you’re not supposed to enjoy this!”

“But…you told me to be honest,” Sunset pointed out.

“I did,” Rarity said, “and now I’m being honest with you. If you don’t like it, tough!”

Rarity yanked the stick out, causing Sunset to screech in pain. Yet, there was still that wondrous and amazing sense of pleasure. It was such a weird juxtaposition, yet she wanted more of it. She couldn’t wait to get punished again, and she even thought about purposely answering incorrectly just so she could experience it again. The idea of Rarity jamming foreign objects into her bodily orifices was insanely exciting. Her cunny hole throbbed with her thoughts, forcing her into a new plane of sexual existence that she’d never known before. She’d mated with her boyfriend a few times, but she’d never, ever experienced the wonderful world of lesbian punishment before.

Oh, my Rarity, she thought, please…shove something in me again. I don’t care whether it’s the stick, a rock, or your finger! Just please…invade me again…hurt me again…punish me again.