Emily's Spanking and Chastity Stories

The Freshman Tease      

                Rattangrove suited Emily. The campus was large, and while she wasn’t allowed down to the village yet there was still plenty to do. There were cafés and coffee shops all over campus that accepted her meal card as well as a small convenience shop that sold toiletries and snacks. Nothing glamorous, but they stocked all the necessities.

                Even better she was starting to make friends with some of the other girls on her floor. Aurora had ended up in her quad, just a few doors down the hall. Unfortunately she still wouldn’t meet her eyes and would quickly turn and walk the other direction when she saw her in the halls. Emily understood completely, but it still hurt. The other dozen or so girls seemed nice enough, but it was still early days.

 In better news, she had made the soccer team.  While Emily wasn’t exactly a star player she had made the cut, landing her first choice for the extracurricular activity her scholarship demanded. Her roommate Madison had also tried out for soccer but it hadn’t gone well and she had settled for field hockey instead.

 It was a much less desirable sport, entirely because of the coach: Miss Sharpe. She was a famed sadist who stalked up and down the sidelines with a rattan cane in her hand. Emily had been warned against trying out for field hockey on her first day at Rattangrove, and for good reason. A single missed play could see the unfortunate athlete bent over for six sharp strokes across the backs of her thighs in front of everyone.

Sitting high up in the stands Emily had seen that happen to two girls already. She and her new roommate Madison hadn’t had a lot in common when they first met, but Emily had tagged along down to the pitch this afternoon in an effort to get to know her better. She wore her light summer skirt; an absolute must in the late afternoon sunshine. After a careful glance around she had also loosened her tie just a little. She saw some girls had taken their ties and blazers off to watch the game, but Emily wasn’t quite brave enough for that yet.

The game was fast-paced, exciting, and easy to follow. Madison was a natural athlete and her blonde ponytail snapped behind her like a banner as she ran. Emily’s eyes widened as she saw Madison turn the ball over right in front of her own net. She had tried to pass the ball but her stick caught a tuft of grass and she put the ball right onto the stick of a player on the other team. She scrambled to defend the goal, but it was already too late.

The opposing player didn’t waste any time capitalizing on Madison’s mistake. In a single fluid motion she had controlled the ball and fired it at the net. The goalie had no time to move, let alone stop the shot and Madison turned away as the opposing team gathered to celebrate, furious with herself.

 Her mistake had put her team two goals behind with only a few minutes left in the game. Emily grimaced and her hand went to her own bottom sympathetically. “Oh no… Maddy…” she whispered as she watched her new roommate slowly jog back to the sideline, shoulders slumped, as the coach motioned to her ominously with the cane.

Even sitting high up in the stands Emily could hear the little yelps of pain as the cane bit into the backs of Madison’s pale thighs. Six cutting strokes, given one right after the other left a series of neat stripes down Madison’s legs as she gripped her ankles. When she was finished, the coach didn’t say a word to Madison, pointing to the bench with her cane and stalking back to the sidelines.

Emily felt heartsick at the tears of pain and humiliation that rolled down Madison’s face as she sat on the end of the bench for the rest of the game. The fans of the opposing team had cheered as she got whipped and Emily could hear occasional catcalls drifting across the pitch as well.

Madison was a beautiful young woman. Emily was no slouch in terms of fitness, but she always felt she came off as scrawny rather than fit, especially standing next to her roommate. While Emily was slight, Madison was toned. Tall, blonde, and blue-eyed she had filled out everywhere that Emily couldn’t. That made the nature of some of the cat-calls quite crude and suggestive, and Emily felt her blood boil at the effect they had on Madison.

More her looks Madison was undeniably cool. While Emily’s belly button piercing seemed oddly rebellious for someone so quiet, Madison’s pierced septum and gauged ears seemed entirely natural. Even the standard-issue Rattangrove uniforms fit her like they had been custom-tailored. While Emily was still struggling with names like “the redhead” “the tall one” and “Hey You!” Madison already knew everyone on their floor. Emily would have been bitterly envious of her if Madison hadn’t been so incredibly nice.

That made it harder to watch as the time ticked down; Madison was clapping and cheering on her teammates initially but that cheerful façade crumbled as her team struggled to score. The team managed one more goal, but it wasn’t enough to tie the game up. She buried her face in her hands as the final whistle sounded, and her eyes were fixed on the pitch as she slowly made her way off the field.

Emily wanted to comfort her after the game, so she lingered near the clubhouse as the team had filed out to rejoin their friends. Madison wasn’t among them, which, from what Emily knew of Coach Sharpe, was probably a bad sign.

Emily lingered for another twenty minutes as the warm afternoon turned to cool evening. A chill wind blew the first of the early autumn leaves skittering across the ground past Emily’s shoes as she waited. Finally, legs covered in gooseflesh, she retreated back to the warmth and light of the dormitory to wait inside.

The dorm rooms were small and utilitarian; each girl having their own bed, desk, chair, and dresser plus a small footlocker; which held the small number of personal effects each girl was allowed. Unlike the dresser and the door to their room, these actually locked, allowing them some measure of privacy and security.

From what the RA had told her at orientation thefts weren’t common, apart from a cell phone charger going missing for a day or two, but it was nice to have somewhere to keep her laptop when she wasn’t around. Her parents would replace it if it got stolen, but her rear end would pay the price over Christmas break. Better to be safe than sorry.

Next to the door sat a small shared refrigerator and microwave, and a narrow doorway that lead to the tiny bathroom and shower. They hadn’t been allowed posters or decorations from home, and the bare off-white walls led to a feeling of loneliness and isolation. Their rooms were a place to sleep and to study; posters were considered a distraction.

 There were posters hanging above the TV and couches out in the common room of course, but Emily didn’t expect Madison was going to be in any mood for company when she got back. She took off her uniform, and her bra, storing them in the small dresser. Here in the dorms most of the girls wore the athletic wear that the school provided - a dark blue t-shirt and pair of shorts - as loungewear. The RA would insist that they wore a bra out in the common room, but in the privacy of her own room it wasn’t necessary. She slipped on the t-shirt and shorts over her panties, plugged in her phone, and sat down on her bed to wait.

Emily’s worry grew as the minutes ticked by. The longer it took for Madison to get back, the more Emily fretted. Coach Sharpe had a temper, but even a very painful punishment didn’t take all that much time. She exhausted her Twitter feed, and nothing on YouTube caught her eye as she waited and worried.

 Finally the door opened, and a livid Madison wobbled on her cleats unsteadily as she entered the room.  Her eyes were red and puffy from crying as she dropped her heavy bag of hockey gear onto the carpet with a sigh of disgust.

“That fucking witch paddled all three of us!” Madison said by way of greeting, taking off her grass-stained jersey and throwing it into the small laundry hamper at the foot of her bed. “Anita and Carmen got it too, but I swear she gave me the worst of it. I was over that vicious old crone’s lap for a good five minutes.” She griped as she gingerly pulled down her dark blue shorts, revealing a very red, sore, and puffy bottom.

Madison paused, very carefully rubbing the sting out of her bottom, and inspecting the damage in the mirror. She turned back to Emily; “Then she had us run laps for the better part of an hour, before sending us off with another dose of the paddle.” Madison turned to face Emily, crossing her arms in an aggravated pout. “Feel bad for me, damn it!”  

Emily’s eyes were elsewhere though, unlike most girls at Rattangrove, there was no telltale bulge in Madison’s panties. To Emily’s great surprise Madison was cis!

Cisgender girls weren’t common at Rattangrove. At most one girl in eight was cis, and they were treated exactly the same as the trans students apart from the chastity. The same strict schedule, the same heavy reliance on corporal punishment; it was no picnic for them any more than it was for Emily. There were a handful of free trans students as well, but no more than a handful – if you could find an excuse not to go to Rattangrove, most girls would take it.

 “Look at this!” Madison turned around, showing Emily her dark red bottom and cane-striped thighs. She pulled her panties to the side to show off the damage. “I missed one play, Emmy. One. I played my guts out and all I got for my trouble was a bright red ass. If she hadn’t benched me I could have scored a goal to get us back in the game, but noooooo… I had to get my butt paddled instead.” She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat as she slipped off her sports bra and threw that in the hamper as well.

Emily felt a small stirring in her cage. Madison was clearly not shy. They had barely been roommates for a week, and this was… unexpected. She had seen Maddy in a towel, but never nude like this. She couldn’t help but stare a little at her roommate’s chest; she told herself it was mostly jealousy, but there was a little lust mixed in.

Madison was at least a C-cup, with pale areolas and puffy nipples. They had a pillowy softness and roundness that Emily couldn’t help but envy. Her own small bust seemed so dense and almost muscular by comparison. She knew she shouldn’t compare herself to Madison like this, but she couldn’t help it.

Emily was most definitely not immune to the charms of other women, especially in circumstances like these, but she was woefully inexperienced. While she wanted to feel bad for Madison’s predicament, the room suddenly felt uncomfortably warm and her cage just a little tight.

Madison peeled off her sweat-soaked panties with a squeak of pain, throwing them into the hamper with the rest of her clothes. She rubbed the sting out of her scarlet posterior with both hands, pushing her hips forward in a pose that Emily couldn’t help but find suggestive.

Despite herself Emily’s eyes were drawn to the small strip of hair beginning just below the line of her hips and the delicate folds of skin beneath. She flushed and looked away before she was caught staring, but her cage was unquestionably tight now. She crossed her legs in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner and tugged the front of her t-shirt down over her lap. The cage didn’t usually show, but she wasn’t taking the chance.

“Still not as bad as I got it at home though.” Madison said, opening her dresser. “What about you, Em? Strict parents?” She asked casually, sliding on her Rattangrove gym shorts without panties.

Emily laughed at that. “Very.” She said. “Hairbrush, strap, sometimes they’d even send me out to the yard to cut a switch… and don’t even get me started about how long they kept me locked…” Emily clamped her hand over her mouth. She really hadn’t meant to let that slip, especially now that she knew Maddy was cis. Locked girls would gripe about their cages with each other, but never to someone who had their freedom.

Maddy turned around, her eyebrows raised in confusion. “Locked?” She asked as Emily blushed scarlet and tried to think of any way to change the subject. “Ohhhhhh…” she trailed off as comprehension set in. She looked away, clearly feeling a little uncomfortable, but then looked back with keen curiosity.

Emily wasn’t naïve. Living in such tight quarters Madison would have found out eventually, but hadn’t Madison simply assumed she was locked? Emily had certainly assumed it about Madison. There simply weren’t enough cis girls, or for that matter free trans girls on campus to make it likely you’d have one as a roommate.

“Maddy… I…” Emily struggled. What was there really to explain? She hadn’t lied, exactly. She had tried to hide it in a sense, but that wasn’t really all that strange. Did she have anything to apologize for?

Madison finished pulling on her shirt, and padded over to her bed, bare feet nearly silent on the carpet. She lay down on her stomach, sore bottom in the air, and propped her head on her arms looking across the narrow gap between their beds.

 “You’re from out west then?” She asked Emily, a little hesitantly. “I’m from Vennel City myself, we uh… we don’t really have a lot of locked girls.” She tried an awkward smile despite her sore bottom and aching legs.

 “Yeah.” Emily said. “I’m from Ruswich, out in the middle of nowhere.” That wasn’t completely accurate, she thought. Ruswich wasn’t quite the middle of nowhere, but it was one small city in a sea of farmland. Nothing like growing up somewhere cosmopolitan and cultured like Vennel where the rules were more relaxed and restaurants actually stayed open past 8:30 at night. Ruswich was the most exciting place in Western Hartia, and even then it was about as exciting as a mayonnaise sandwich.

Madison looked sympathetic. “Huh. You must’ve really got it at home then, like I did. My friends all thought my parents were crazy, but they both grew up out west and moved to the city later. I guess that’s why they were always so strict.” She rubbed her bottom. “I never got the strap, but my dad liked to threaten me with his belt when I got too far out of line.”

Emily smiled. She still was a little chagrined at letting her… situation slip, but Madison seemed to be getting over her initial shock. She was grateful that they had something in common at least. Putting in a request for a new roommate was possible, but it was usually easier just to make it work with the one you were assigned.

“I got my dad’s belt a couple times.” Emily admitted. There was no shame in it, knowing that Madison had grown up in a similarly strict family. “I usually deserved it and it sucked but it wasn’t as bad as the strap.” Emily laid back on her bed, beginning to relax.

“It was always the spoon for me.” Madison said with a laugh. “The worst was when they found out I’d been stealing them and hiding them in my room. My mom gave me a dozen with each spoon I’d taken, and there were six or seven spoons by that point.”

Both girls laughed at that. Emily told Madison about the time she had tried stealing her own spanking brush and hiding it from her parents. Her father had made her kneel in the corner until she had confessed where it was. Emily giggled as she described the battle of wills between herself, kneeling bare-bottomed in the corner, refusing to confess, and her father reading his book in his easy chair a few feet away.

“The best part was when he finished his book, and had to get up and start another one!” Emily was grinning from ear to ear as she related the end of the story. “Eventually I cracked because I had to pee and he wouldn’t let me leave the corner until I told him – he tanned my ass right afterwards with the brush, but I still wasted his whole afternoon.”

The awkwardness was gone, and to her surprise she found Madison to be relaxed and open about well… everything. Emily had felt a little homesick these last few days, and while she was getting to know some of the other girls around campus she had missed having someone with whom she had a real connection. Laughing with her roommate was the first time Rattangrove had felt like a place she could call home.

Emily continued the story, feeling a bit more confident; “After he finished with me, when my mom came upstairs to rub cream on my bottom before bed. She told me that she’d never seen my father so angry. It was almost like she was proud of me for holding off so long…”

Madison laughed at that too and Emily was delighted to see Madison happy. It seemed that swapping punishment “war stories” had made her forget all about her most recent paddling, right up until Madison rolled over onto her back.

Madison’s back arched immediately, lifting her backside off the bed as she sucked in her breath with a hiss at the sharp pain. Wincing she rolled onto her side and pulled her pillow to her chest. “My… my mom used to do that too.”   Madison said in a low whisper. The laughter was gone and replaced with a wistful sadness and vulnerability she hadn’t shown before. “The cream, I mean.”

Madison reached back with her hand and cupped her sweltering cheek gently, still wincing at the gentlest touch. She looked over at Emily, the homesickness plain to read on her face. “Would… would you do it?” She asked.

Emily swallowed hard. “I…” She felt her face growing hot at the idea of touching Madison like that. “I… I shouldn’t…” she stammered.

Madison’s face dropped. “No… I… I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry. It just really hurts and I saw your jar in the fridge and…”

Emily hopped off her bed and sat down next to Madison on hers. Her hands were cold and she pressed her right hand very gently onto the cane welts on the back of one of Madison’s thighs. She felt the athletic blonde tense with fear, and then relax. “Of course, Maddy.” Emily said, trying to sound soothing rather than excited, as she very tenderly stroked her skin. “Let’s make you feel all better, okay? I’ll go get my cream.”

The fridge was tiny, more a bar fridge than anything else; but the girls weren’t really supposed to do any real cooking in their rooms. The microwave was too small for anything larger than a bag of popcorn or a mug of tea anyway. Each of them had their own shelf, and along with a couple bottles of water and some creamer for her tea, Emily’s shelf held her jar of special cream.

It wasn’t just face cream or cold cream; this product was a post-spanking cream, which is why Emily had hated having to buy it at the pharmacy. It wasn’t like you could pretend it was for something else; thank goodness for self-checkout. As much as it was embarrassing to buy she wasn’t attending Rattangrove without it, not with the reputation the school had.

 Any time Emily had earned a spanking serious enough to leave her welted or bruised, she would always get a visit from her mother just before bed. Sore and sorry daughter stretched over her lap, Emily’s mother would gently rub some of the chilly cream into Emily’s burning bottom. Her careful fingers massaging the sting and heat away while they talked through why she’d needed spanked in the first place and how she was going to avoid repeating the same mistake in future. Apparently she wasn’t the only one who had grown up with the tradition.

You didn’t have to refrigerate it, but it felt so much better cold when applying it to a freshly-spanked bottom. Emily returned to Madison’s bed, sat down, and gently patted her lap. “Alright, Maddy. Come lay over.” She said, very softly.

Emily’s heart was pounding and her palms felt cold and clammy as she watched Madison slide off her shorts and lay over her lap. Emily sat far back on the bed so that Madison could have the upper half of her body supported on the bed, while her hips rested on Emily’s skinny thighs. Emily tried not to think about how much of Madison’s body was exposed or how much she would be allowed to touch. She tried to imagine herself as a dispassionate nurse, but she knew she was leaking already.

Madison still smelled slightly of sweat from her field hockey game, and there was a green scuff on her calf where she had slid to block a shot. Her legs were longer than Emily’s and substantially thicker; well-muscled and toned. Emily opened the cream with shaking fingers and started with the thin marks left by the cane on the back of Madison’s thighs, not trusting herself to touch Maddy’s round, muscular bottom… at least not yet. Her stomach twisted as she fought between her good intentions and the raw need caused by nearly half a year of denial.

Emily scooped up a small amount of the chilly salve from the jar with her index and middle fingers and very carefully began to smear it onto the back of Madison’s right thigh. She could feel the raised welts where the cane had dug into the skin, and she felt Madison tense up briefly before relaxing with a quiet sigh of relief. While her roommate was relaxed, Emily felt herself being wound tighter and tighter like a spring. The sensation of touching her new friend in such an intimate way had set her heart to pounding and her mouth was dry.

Emily tried not to think about how tight her cage had become as she squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could. She could feel the cage bouncing and throbbing in between her thighs and she hoped that by keeping her clit tucked beneath her legs Madison would be none the wiser.

 She could feel herself getting wet though; she knew that the end of her cage would already be slick with pre-cum, and she worried that Madison would be able to smell her excitement before too long. God she had long legs – Emily could see the tan lines where her shorts ended, and down at her ankles another set of tan lines just above her feet. She imagined those legs wrapped around her, while she… No. Focus.

Emily scooped up a little more cream and applied that to Madison’s left thigh, trying to keep a clear head. The lotion was unquestionably effective; not only did the vitamin B help the skin heal, but there was also a tiny amount of willow bark to it that helped with the pain. Maddy would still be sleeping on her tummy tonight, but in the morning she’d be nearly as good as new. With trepidation, Emily turned her attention to the damage done to Madison’s bottom.

The coach had been extremely thorough; Madison’s entire bottom was an angry red, with the center of each cheek as well as both her sit-spots darkened to nearly purple. Cream or no cream, Emily knew that those sit-spots were going to bruise, and Madison would do well to avoid earning another punishment for the next week or so.

As much as she tried to keep her thoughts on helping Madison, her eyes betrayed her. From the inflamed skin that was supposed to be her focus her eyes moved swiftly to the crinkled pinkness of Madison’s bottom-hole and then further down yet. Madison had her legs drawn tightly together, but Emily could see just the tiniest suggestion of pinkness between her legs and heart breath caught in her throat.

Emily had taken health class in high school, and she had the same dizzying access to internet porn that the rest of the world did, but when it came to other women she was admittedly a little inexperienced. She’d had some sleepovers with her other locked friends, but that had rarely gone past some nervous and giggly kissing and fondling. With cisgender women, it was even worse. Emily had kissed a girl at a party once in a game of truth-or-dare when she was fifteen, and that was about it.

Emily wasn’t a prude; and she knew she’d had a bit of a ‘reputation’ for being a little too willing with the boys back in high school, but women were an entirely different matter. The truth was Emily felt she had nothing to offer cis girls with her clit locked away in its cage – admittedly she had very little to offer without it – and they couldn’t do much to please her either. It didn’t stop her from being intrigued, just inexperienced  

Emily could feel her petite anatomy fighting against the steel cage as she scooped up another dollop of the white, clean-smelling balm onto her fingers. Emily hesitated, her fingers just millimetres from Madison’s skin; she could feel the heat radiating from her inflamed bottom. With incredible delicacy and gentleness Emily began to apply the cream in tiny circles to Maddy’s skin, her fingers scarcely brushing the inflamed tissue.

Even this light touch was too much as Madison whimpered and squirmed despite Emily’s best efforts. Emily knew how that felt; to be so sore and sensitive that even the cream was like having barbed wire dragged across your skin. She felt terribly guilty for how much pleasure she herself was taking from this.

She hoped that Madison couldn’t feel her body’s futile struggle against the steel cage, that she was too distracted by her own concerns to notice. Her only hope was that she was too… petite… for the throbbing from her cage to be transmitted into her roommate’s body.

“Sorry, Maddy.” Emily whispered. She stopped applying the cream with her right hand, and with her left she reached down and stroked Madison’s hair. It was an unconscious reaction, and only once she had started doing it did she remember that her mother had done the same for her whenever she had been too sore for the cream.

 She felt Madison fully relax for the first time, letting her chest sink into the bedding. This also spread her legs apart the tiniest bit, and gave Emily a heart-pounding view of the soft folds of carefully shaved skin between her legs. It was so tantalizingly close…

Emily tried to focus on soothing Madison’s bottom as she got back to gently applying the cream. She was her friend, her roommate, she was just doing something kind… but her eyes kept returning to the same place.

It didn’t help that Madison was breathing heavily and whimpering with both discomfort and with pleasure as the cream worked its magic. Emily felt a drop of sweat start at her hairline and slowly work its way down her forehead, between her eyes, and along the side of her nose before she finally licked it off of her upper lip.

Emily’s cage was painfully tight as she strained. She didn’t really strain that much anymore; her body had figured out long ago that there was almost never any reward for getting hard. She had been unlocked for 3 or 4 orgasms a year at home. Normally she would feel herself fill with blood and strain for a few seconds, maybe at most a minute, but then it would pass and she would be left incredibly sensitive, tingly, drippy, and still inescapably locked. This was different.

Emily’ cage had been uncomfortably tight for longer than she had managed in years and she could most definitely smell her own excitement. Emily had been locked long enough to know how to keep herself clean inside her chastity device, but she couldn’t hide the strong, musky smell that came from the cage as she dripped. Emily’s stomach was sour; if she could smell it this distinctly, then Madison could definitely smell it too.

She felt awful for being so excited but she simply couldn’t help herself; Madison had a gorgeous body, and feeling her pressed into her lap, and getting to gently caress her perfectly formed backside was as much as she could stand. She’d have given anything in that moment to just be unlocked for a few seconds; that was all Emily really had the stamina for anyway, and her clit was screaming for attention.

After another minute, Emily had run out of excuses to keep Madison in this position any longer, no matter how tight her cage was. She had rubbed the cream into all the places where Madison could conceivably need it, and honestly now she was just making things worse for herself and awkward for poor Madison.

Emily stopped rubbing and with no small amount of regret she placed her hand in the small of Madison’s back to signal that she was finished. Rather than get up, Madison pushed her hips up and spread her legs far wider than she had before. If that wasn’t a clear enough invitation, the fact that Madison was positively soaking wet put any doubts to rest. Emily whimpered with need at the sight and Madison laughed, giving her bottom a tiny wiggle that made her cheeks move in a way that made Emily’s cage painfully tight.

Emily wiped her hand on the bed nervously. She didn’t want to get any of the cream onto Madison’s glistening pussy. Hesitantly, Emily stroked Madison’s bottom in a much more lascivious manner, her fingertips moving closer to Madison’s cute little hole. She held her breath as the tip of her middle finger just grazed Maddy’s anus. Despite the open invitation a tiny part of Emily still expected rejection; for all of this to be some horrible misunderstanding. Instead Madison moaned and squirmed with pleasure, removing any last doubts.

Emily’s hand was shaking as she slid it down Madison’s willing body. She brushed against her perineum before finally reaching her pink, slippery labia. Madison moaned loudly at her touch, and Emily felt emboldened to try more. Haltingly, but with incredible curiosity and excitement, she explored Madison with her hand.

Her skin was so soft and slippery, and Emily became aware that some of the scent she had smelled before had been her roommate’s excitement rather than her own. It was a new scent, and immediately exciting; she hesitated for only a moment before bringing her fingers to her lips and tasting her for the first time.

Gently, she stroked along both sides of Madison’s pussy; her hand still shaking. She couldn’t help but imagine this softness, this wetness, against her freed clit.

 It was a foolhardy fantasy, of course. Even after she graduated from Rattangrove, the possibility of feeling anything apart from her own hand was years and years in the future. But listening to Madison’s purrs and mewls of pleasure Emily couldn’t think about anything else. Madison’s hips began move in a circular motion, pressing her clit against Emily’s thigh as Emily finally dared to move inside.

 She bit her lower lip as she gently slid one finger inside of Madison; it was so soft and slippery and warm. Madison’s pussy felt tight, and her body seemed to try to pull Emily’s finger deeper inside. Emily gently finger-fucked her whimpering roommate, savouring every second of the sensation despite the intense denial; her clit throbbing in the cage to the beat of her pounding heart.

She slid in a second finger, increasing the pace as Madison pushed her hips back against her fingers. She could feel Madison’s need rising as her pace quickened. Madison whimpered as she ground her clit into Emily’s thigh. “Oh fuck; I’m gonna cum, Em. I’m gonna cum…” She panted. Emily kept her pace consistent as Madison began to buck and jerk on her lap, the power of her orgasm and the smell of her arousal making Emily’s brain swim with need..

Finally, she stilled, and Emily stroked her back as her breathing began to calm. “That… that was so good…” Madison said after a few moments. Emily stroked Madison’s still-tender backside as her body continued to fight the cage, giving her a hard twitch every now and then. She couldn’t really fault her body for it, that had been… incredible. She heard Madison giggle.

“I can feel that, you know.” She looked back over her shoulder at Emily with a smile, and pressed her warm, nude body down into Emily’s lap, getting a low moan from Emily. “I wasn’t the one who started it you know… You were getting excited just from putting the cream on my thighs.” Madison clambered up off of Emily’s lap, sitting next to her on the bed.

 “You seemed so nervous though… you wouldn’t stop shaking.” She wrapped an arm around Emily’s waist and leaned in next to her, her hand now on the top of Emily’s bare thigh. “That wasn’t your first time, was it?”

Emily tried to pull away, but Madison held on firm. “I….” Emily’s mouth was dry. “N-no…” She stammered. How could she explain it to her?

“Oh come on!” Madison laughed. “After you just made me cum!? You don’t get to be shy now!”

Emily looked down. How much did she really trust Madison? It seemed like a bit of a silly question after what they had just done together, but Emily had never enjoyed talking about the cage.

“I… no… I just… I’ve never really gotten to be unlocked with anyone before.” She stumbled over the words, mumbling more than speaking. “I’ve been with guys before, but not… not…” She wanted to explain, but she kept getting mixed up, the words tumbling over each other, confusing the issue rather than explaining.

Madison rubbed Emily’s bare leg comfortingly. “Well… can you tell me about it? You’re my first friend who had to… who was… um. Who had to wear…” Madison had started strong, but she was struggling to phrase it in a way that wouldn’t hurt Emily’ feelings.

“You can just say locked.” Emily said, looking up. Madison seemed genuinely concerned. Curious, of course, but it seemed to come from a pace of kindness rather than scorn. It was awkward for her too, Emily knew.  She supposed she really couldn’t blame Maddy for being curious, growing up where she had.

“It’s not really uncomfortable.” She confessed. “You get used to it eventually, and they’re all custom made so it doesn’t really chafe. I....” She tried to look away, but Madison had gathered both of her hands in her own and held on. Emily summoned her courage to continue.

 “I can’t feel anything with the cage on. I can’t even get … y’know…” She looked at Madison helplessly. This was so humiliating.

“Hard?” Madison guessed. Emily nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” So how do you… um…like…”

Now it was Emily’s turn to finish her sentence for her. “Cum?”

Madison nodded, looking so nervous and awkward about it that Emily had to smile.

 “I get unlocked when I’ve behaved. You know, keep my grades up, and not get spanked for a few weeks, that sort of thing. Happens a couple times a year or so. I uh… I can also cum from having sex, even with the cage.”

Madison looked at Emily for a long moment. She looked down at Emily’s lap where the shorts hid the cage and then back up at her face. Emily could see the gears turning in her head.

Finally, Madison asked; “Really? How?”

Emily blushed. “Not… not like that. I mean like anal sex, with boys.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That makes way more sense.” Madison laughed. “I kinda wondered…”

Emily’s voice turned bitter. “Even then… it-it’s not great. It takes a while to cum like that and most guys… they never last long enough…” She looked down at her lap with resentment. “Or they choose not to last long enough because they think it’s fucking funny to treat locked girls that way. Just blow their load and leave me with an even worse case of blue-balls than before.” She looked up at Madison, who had a very small and cautious grin.

Emily’s stomach sank for a moment, but she saw the humour in it. “It’s not funny!” She said, with a whine as a giggle crept into her voice. “I just wanna cum!”

Then Madison laughed, and after a moment it was contagious. Emily had never really been able to laugh about her situation before; but with Madison it seemed easy. Finally she let her guard down. Madison didn’t care if she throbbed or leaked in the cage, she was just happy to be her friend. Or maybe…

“Let’s see if I can help with that.” Madison said with a mischievous smile, and leaned in for a kiss.

It was a quick kiss. Barely more than a dry brushing of her lips over Emily’s, but in a way it was more intimate for Emily than having her fingers inside Madison. Madison pulled back, a little worried that she had misread the signals, and smiled broadly as Emily leaned forward to kiss her back

Madison sighed at Emily’s touch and Emily’s kiss was deeper and needier, her tongue pushing past Madison’s lips and probing inside. She slid her hand up to cup Madison’s soft breast in her hand, feeling the warm, delicious weight of it filling her hand until she broke off the kiss.

“Mmmmm… No fair.” Madison breathed, her hands sliding him up Emily’s sides. I can’t play with yours.” She teased Emily’s hardening nipples through her shirt, smiling in a way that Emily found irresistible.

“They aren’t much to look at…” Emily felt a little self-conscious of her much more modest bust, but Madison wasn’t having it.

Once Emily’s shirt was off Madison’s hands were all over her. Madison playfully pushed Emily back on the bed, pinning her in place as she licked and sucked Emily’s nipples making her gasp and squirm. Eventually Madison eased her own chest down to Emily’s and kissed her tenderly as Emily’s hands stroked the outside of Madison’s thighs, carefully avoiding the areas touched by the cane and paddle.

Madison was flushed now, not with embarrassment, but excitement. All thought of her earlier punishment was forgotten. “Can… Can I see?” She asked, breaking off a kiss. “The um… cage?”

Emily nodded and let Madison climb off of her. With a deep breath she lifted her hips off the bed and slid both her shorts and her panties down, leaving her as nude as Madison. She was trembling now, she had never felt quite so vulnerable as she did in this moment.

Her instinct had always been to cover the cage, to hide it but not now. She spread her legs slightly and leaned back, letting Madison have a good look. Her heart was in her throat with apprehension.

Madison leaned forward, not touching, but looking intently. “It’s not pink?” She asked after a moment. “I thought they were pink.”

“Really? That’s your first question?” Emily laughed. At least the ice was broken.

Madison shrugged, smiling back. “I don’t know… I guess?”

It was such an innocent question that Emily finally relaxed. She felt safe with Madison; she wasn’t going to be teased or bullied about her cage. Madison really was just curious, and that curiosity held all sorts of possibilities for her.

Madison was waiting for an answer and Emily cleared her throat; “All the freshman locked girls get white cages for their first semester. I’ll get my pink cage at Christmas break and then… what… what are you doing?”

Madison leaned down and licked the very tip of Emily’s cage, a long strand of clear pre-cum followed her lips as she sat back up, leaving Emily in absolute shock. The warm softness of Madison’s tongue gliding against the tiny nub of skin that protruded from the tip of her cage had been electrifying and left her gasping and clutching the bedsheets.

“That was the second thing I was curious about.” Madison said with a mischievous smile.