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It was the first time Krista could recall being so warm in the middle of Autumn, and the number of random bodies moving around her at the party wasn't helping matters in the least.

She was tempted to tug her sweater up over her head; she'd made the mistake of listening to the weatherman and believing that it was going to be much cooler, but the flow of her skirt kept her from completely overheating.

Though the crowd around her would have been perfectly fine with her stripping down, given the kind of party that she was at, Krista preferred to keep her modesty around that level of a crowd...and after fanning herself in the kitchen for the past few minutes, she was getting tired of waiting for Alice to make a reappearance.

"Seriously...she said she had to go find someone, and then she disappears for half an hour," Krista groaned, sipping down the last of her drink and soothing her throat, at the very least. The cool, empty glass would have been dragged across her forehead if she wasn't so concerned with making a faux pas, but until she set it on the counter and left the kitchen, that temptation remained. "Gotta be somewhere better than the heart of the action to wait for her..."

Stepping outside wasn't guaranteed to help at all, but there was always once place cooler than the rest of the house, and she'd been too nervous to head down there on her own; she wasn't the biggest fan of basements, but she could almost feel the cool air radiating from the stairs, and though she was enjoying the passing conversations, she needed a reprieve.

There were voices down there, but only a few...and as far as she was concerned, they could handle another person taking advantage of the colder air in the space.

"Just walk in quietly...act like you belong there...look for any familiar faces, and...A-Alice?!"

All of her decorum went out the proverbial window as she came down the stairs and saw the aforementioned red panda on a couch near the back wall of the basement. There were a couple of other onlookers that she didn't recognize, but she immediately covered her mouth, fearful that she might have disturbed a more intimate gathering within the party.

Alice didn't look up right away, but with a pair of lips pressing so heavily upon her own, Krista couldn't blame her for _remaining_occupied.

"I'll...j-just...head back upstairs and wait for you, then."

Krista wasn't at all inexperienced in the world of swinging, but the upper level of the house had only seen some heavier petting and aggressive flirting: it didn't prepare her to see a lovely, thick ursine, stripped down only to her stockings and a brassier, drinking in the full taste of what Alice was willing to give.

In the paws of her bedroom superior, Alice didn't have all that much of a choice in the matter, but she was like clay in the grasp of a master sculptor...no matter what form she was made to take, what act she was tasked with doing, she would go about it faithfully, even if it broke her.

"Mnn...n-no...that really won't be necessary," a voice gripped at Krista with such force that she felt as though an ethereal leash was being at the base of her neck. "In fact, I daresay you've got a little explaining to do, wandering in on a private event like this with no warning, no invitation, and no tact..."

" She was my invitation," Krista argued, but she had a feeling that she was already digging her own grave by sticking around; it wasn't too late for her to turn back, but a sheepish grin from Alice demanded further questioning. "If she doesn't want to vouch for me, that's fine, but if you wanna talk about tact, she abandoned me almost an hour ago and never came back!"

"Of course she didn't: I demanded her company," the bear explained, her voice so casual about the fact that it commanded a higher level of respect. "I am terribly sorry that her obedience to me created an awkward situation, but I'm afraid that an intrusion of this nature can't go unpunished..."

If not for the pile of clothes by the side of the couch and the way that Alice so bashfully rubbed her face into the shoulder of her mistress, Krista would have noticed the stockade in the middle of the room sooner. The wood was thick and authentic, the leather padding on the other side was worn in properly by the knees of the others who were unlucky enough to enter the basement uninvited, and on the wall to her side, a host of different paddles were hanging from leather cords, freshly polished and reflecting Krista's nervous anticipation.

"If it wasn't for her, I never would have done this," Krista said. Her efforts to remain stalwart in the face of such an intimidating presence were putting a visible strain on her, and as she tried to take a step back up the stairs, her legs trembled...but they never managed to carry her away. "But I...I am sorry for interrupting."

No one else in the basement seemed put off by her appearance, but Alice's companion was looking at her with such complete interest that it was impossible to ignore.

She didn't want to admit it, but she felt as though she'd been put on display for the entire basement to see; whether it was premonition or wishful thinking, she couldn't deny that it was arousing.

"You've said that your sorry, but how can we possibly believe that when you're still acting so...defensive?"

Krista didn't have a great answer for that, but when she turned her gaze to Alice, she found the red panda too busy enjoying the comforting embrace of her mistress to address the question in her stare.

"Anyone can say that they're sorry for a transgression, but it's another matter entirely to step up to the plate and prove it," the woman explained. "I'm sorry that my Alice lost track of time, but for barging in and braying like a horse's ass...I'm afraid you're still in the debts of everyone in this basement."

The other swingers didn't have much concern for actually carrying out that punishment, but Alice was trying not to grin any wider than she already was: there were worlds of fun to be had, just as long as Krista was genuinely willing to consent.

Looking first to her friend and then to her mistress, Alice hoped the bristling in her tail would convey enough excitement to get on the same page, but she didn't need to put quite that much effort into it...not when Krista was already taking another step closer.

"Fine...s-since you're so set on it: my name is Krista, it's nice to meet you, and I do sincerely apologize for getting in the way of your fun," she carried on, hoping that her further eloquence might convince the bear of her authenticity.

Finally, Alice was willing to speak up, but she was giggling all the while.

"Oh, she doesn't want you to apologize for coming down here," she explained.

"...She doesn't?"

"No," the ursine confirmed. "I want you to apologize for taking so long to get here in the first place...and then going on such a bender when you finally did!"

Krista cocked a brow. "...W...what?"

"My darling Alice has had nothing but good things to say about you, and I've been so busy working her up that I was worried I might _exhaust_her...but now that you're here, I'd say she's more than ready to pass the buck," she said. "I'm Heather, by the way. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but...I'm not that talented with my tongue, I'm afraid."

She was clever, witty and dominant: it was already a deadly combination to Krista, who was fighting the urge to strip her itchy, heavy sweater for one reason...but new motivation was creeping into the twitch of her fingers.

"If the way you were snogging Alice is any indication, you're not afraid to put that tongue to good use," Krista answered, hoping Heather would appreciate her own brand of candor. "Would it be untoward of me to ask if I could be next?"

She'd sealed her own fate without realizing it, but Heather's grin carried a new deviance when she nodded. "Oh, absolutely," she answered. "As a matter of fact, the knee rest is probably still nice and warm to the touch..."

This time, Krista blinked, but she knew what she'd heard.

She was just struggling to believe it.

"I'm sorry, dear...you didn't think you'd come into my basement and start making demands, did you?" Heather asked, and just by the shift of her tone, Alice knew to rise from the couch and stand aside, letting her mistress rise and stretch. "Alice...be a dear and fetch me my favorite paddle, hm?"

Alice rushed right over to her friend and only paused to peck a kiss on Krista's cheek; the beagle was still blinking as Heather lowered her arms and adjusted the straps of her bra.

Her own comfort was paramount, but Krista was getting the impression that her own wouldn't be given such importance.

"This one, mistress?"

Alice held a paddle that looked almost comical in her smaller paws, but Heather took it with ease and gripped the handle tight, leaving Krista struggling to gulp back her nerves. The canine could feel her every submissive fiber being tugged upon, and little by little, her resistance to Heather's idea was being stripped away, until she was pretending to resist the grip of the ursine's free paw.

"That's the one, Alice. I was going to use you to warm up my wrist, but...that sharp memory of yours just saved you a world of pain. Shame I can't say that same for your little friend..."

With a single push, Heather could have easily lowered Krista into place on the stockage and gotten started, but she wanted that extra bit of confirmation from the beagle: that she was just as eager to be dominated as Alice, and more importantly, willing to be in the first place.

"The party can't start without you, lass."

That little slip of her accent and a more natural dialect sent Krista's tummy into a flip; she lowered in front of the stockade before she even had a chance to slip her skirt from her body.

"...I see why you spoke so highly of her, Alice. Mind helping to strap her in?"

It was the first time that Krista had ever seen a functioning stockade in a basement before, and if not for the fact that the rest of the den seemed completely ordinary, it might not have stuck out so much...but there was something utterly medieval about the aura that it held, and for a moment, Krista worried that she might have been in over her head when she felt Alice stroking the back of her skull.

"Trust me, Krista: she'll go a lot easier on you if you play along."

Seeing the size of the thick, hefty paddle in the first place was enough motivation for Krista to obey, but hearing such a caution from Alice dropped her neck right into the padded rest; Alice did the other portion of the work, guiding the beagle's wrists into the holes and finally, into the padded cuffs on the other end.

Her wrists proved a little too small for the wooden lock to hold on their own, but that extra bit of security left Krista struggling to contain her reaction...and even her hips were starting to sway when her tail picked up in an excited wag.

Damn it, body...do you really have to betray me like this?

Excitement continued to grow within her as Heather swung the paddle forth, but it only touched her backside with a delicate tap, so soft that it didn't make a sound.

The weight was pressed against her cheeks through the skirt, just giving her an idea of the mass that she'd be contending with when Heather decided to properly cut loose...but her body gave a greater clue of her excitement when the paddle eased back from her rump for the first strike.

"...Well, I'll be...is that a spot of moisture on me paddle?" Heather looked down at the flat and noticed the tiny, glistening strand, settled right in the center and dripping toward the floor. "Now where, oh where could that have come from, Krista?"

The paddle came down against her ass once more, this time with greater force...but it was still just a tease, and enough of one to draw a yelp of concern from the beagle.

"I don't...d-don't know what you me-

WHACK! The beagle recoiled against the stockade and cried out, feeling a mingling of bliss and pain that only a select few had ever been able to awaken within her before. The weight of the paddle landed with such force that the edge of her skirt was blown up, and the tiny dab of natural arousal she'd left upon it was wiped back into the thin, flowing fabric of her garment, just to add a little insult to injury...

...Just to let the heft of the paddle stimulate her tingling skin anew.

"I don't do well with dishonesty, lass."

Krista was yet to decide if she was delighted with her brilliant luck, or disgusted with her terrible luck, but another blow from the paddle was coming, no matter how she felt about it.

"Alice? Be a dear and show her where a liar's tongue is fit to rest..."

The poor beagle wouldn't be able to focus on when the next spank was coming, if Alice had anything to say about it...and Krista already knew that her friend would have plenty to say, once a canine tongue was put to better use.

"As you wish, Mistress!" Alice was giddy in her compliance, her full, pluming tail swishing about as she danced her way to the front of the stockade once more. "I was kinda hoping we'd get to this part of the party sooner, but...better late than never, right?"

Krista did her best to look up at the red panda, without scowling in the process.

"Apparently being late means being ini- oh FUCK!" she yelped, feeling another strike just as she allowed her mind to wander from the sting of the first blow...and her quip about initiation was never finished, thanks to the eager grip of Alice's paws on either side of her open maw.

Dripping from the tender, skillful touch of her mistress, Alice was all too happy to share the spoils of Heather's work with her friend, knowing how much Krista would appreciate the distraction from the ursine's aggressive version of a greeting.

Divided attention meant that Krista was just removed enough from the full, final swat of the paddle, but that delicate trickle of arousal spilling over her tongue was more like the missing ingredient from a complex cocktail than something to distract her; it brought completion to an experience that was already bringing fresh arousal to the petals of her own sex.

Those delicate, pouted folds were only just spared from the weight of the paddle, but while they were able to avoid the pain, they could do nothing about the sensitivity that had gathered between her legs, spurred on by a nearly unequaled level of skill.

"Initiation...that's what you were leaning into, yes?"

Heather stroked a digit along the front of the paddle, collecting the juices that had smeared over the polished surface. Treating herself to a sample of the beagle without having to go right to the source, she rumbled with delighted appreciation around her digit and pulled it free with an egregious spop.

"You know that initiation usually means being drafted into an organization or a club...the kind that meets more than once, right?" Heather continued, allowing the implication to settle easily against Krista's perked ears. "If I'm gonna bother with this in the first place, it better not be the last time I see you..."

The paddle came down once more, but this time, Heather lifted the skirt, allowing Krista's painfully sensitive rump to feel the weight unhindered...and even the cool, smooth texture of the paddle proved a little uncomfortable.

It stopped just short of crossing her threshold, and that perfect oasis of the warm, slick juices that splashed over her lips stopped just short of distracting her into another harsh swat.

"Mmm...h-hmm..." her voice drawled through the sound, pausing only to collect a hint of the plentiful moisture that Alice had to offer.

"...You forgot to call me mistress," Heather tapped the end of the paddle against Krista's rump, but it was such a delicate gesture that, even when the beagle jumped, she didn't actually feel any pain; after taking so many before that, she was understandably twitchy. "But, I'd wager this is your first time in such a predicament, lass. I suppose I ought to give you a little more leeway than that."

All the while, Alice was trying to keep her voice down, ever mindful of letting the show focus on the ursine, instead...but with her claws digging at the wooden brace of the stockade, she'd given a clear signal of just how talented Krista could be when she was put to the task.

Though a subtle glisten of saliva was present on her parted, eager sex, there was a greater volume of arousal spilling over and giving Krista plenty to enjoy in the heat of that moment. It was impressive how close she was able to bring the red panda to climax in such a short amount of time, but as a whimper finally escaped Alice, she cursed her lack of self-control.

"Close...s-so close..." she whined, her claws raking up the side of the wooden block and dragging trails through the once unblemished finish. "Gonna...cuuuuuum..."

"Like hell you are, you dirty little cunt..."

Krista was enjoying herself so much that she was disappointed to feel nothing but air against her tongue: she blinked, and in the next instant, Alice had been pulled back, her hips arched and her womanhood far out of reach of even the longest of canine tongues.

"Should've known you'd be busy enjoying yourself instead of properly punishing her," Heather mentioned. "Suppose I only have myself to blame for thinking you could be trusted not to goof off..."

Tight as she was gripping the wooden block with the throes of her passion, Alice felt like she might splinter the lumber when that first, brutal strike of the paddle WHOMPED against her rump.

She was on the verge of buckling; there was such incredible pleasure flowing through her that she hardly noticed the pain, but the impact against her sensitive backside took her right to the edge of her release...and every fiber of her being was screaming at her to beg for the mercy of that greater, fuller bliss from her mistress.

It was the flip of a coin, if that would prove the more prudent move for Alice; at the end of the day, silence won over bold, brazen wishes.

"I can practically feel those words dripping over your lips," Heather teased. "I know what you're really after...and that's going to make it that much sweeter to make you pass that pleasure along to our new guest, instead."

Dragging out the length of Alice's sexual tension would provide a more fulfilling orgasm for her when the time finally came, but in the minutes to follow, it was Heather who would find herself squirming with climactic bliss...and if she was lucky, Krista would be soon to follow.

"Y...yes, Mistress...I'll make her feel as welcome a-as I can," Alice offered, and thanks to their previous interlude, it was the kind of offer that Krista knew she could count on.

Silently, the beagle had to wonder how much of that encounter had been passed along to Heather, but when the red panda moved around the back and the ursine stepped right into place, she didn't have a chance to ask any questions.

Stockings didn't pose any barrier to the unabashed flesh of Heather's womanhood, and that mound was spread by a pair of digits before she pushed the slick, silky flesh onto the flat of Krista's already soaking tongue.

"See to it that you do," Heather kept business before pleasure, but they were starting to mingle at the behest of a quick, flickering tongue. "You know, little lass...I d-didn't say that you could get to work yet, but if you're so eager...w-well...I suppose I won't stop you from drinking your fill!"

Krista was expecting a little extra motivation, but she was still caught off guard by the affectionate stroke along the back of her ear; she was anticipating the act that followed, when a grip was taken around the side of her head, pulling her tongue that much deeper into an already dripping passage.

She'd never be able to properly keep up, but she was determined to prove herself...and she still hadn't gotten out of that uncomfortable, itchy sweater that brought her down the stairs in the first place.

Having her panties tugged down to her knees and her skirt lifted over her back didn't offer any sort of relief; rather than a cool, relaxing shower, she was given a heated tongue bath by one of the more obedient pets that she'd ever dealt with...and when her panties finally did come down, full trails of arousal pulled away with the crotch of the garment, showing Alice just how burdened she was with natural desire.

"Bet you're really glad I wandered off now , aren't you?"

All along, Krista was doing her best to prove her worth to Heather, and the depth of her tongue was impressive enough to get the job done, but she wasn't content to simply thrust at the heated depths of the ursine.

She was swirling the very tip of her tongue back out and circling Heather's clit with an impressive sense of precision, and just by a squeeze, Heather could give a silent signal of how much she was enjoying that blissful treatment...but the first slip-up came when Alice gripped the soft, supple flesh of her friend's rump and spread it a little wider, leaving a pair of holes for her to feast her eyes on.

Much as the temptation was in her to play with Krista's tailhole, she'd only be savoring the delicacy of the beagle's womanhood that afternoon, and her tongue pressed in quick, dancing up and down the sides of her labia and encouraging, needlessly enough, a little extra moisture to spill from within her soaking passage.

One fingertip was already poking at the subtle part of her slit, and Krista answered the call of her body, trying to reach back and fetch another to join it...but that was the first time she realized how effective the extra straps in the stockade really were.

Nothing was decorative: she couldn't budge an inch from her current position, and that desperation only added to her pleasure as a tongue pressed to her clit, swirling back and forth over the most sensitive spot, while a single, teasing finger dipped within her, hooking down toward the more sensitive flesh of her g-spot.

Her toes, with nothing to grip, were curling into themselves so tightly that she ran the risk of cramping them.

"Feels like she's g-gonna shake this whole stockade apart," Heather whispered out a groan, but then, she was trying to keep Krista motivated to dig a little deeper with her tongue; the beagle was dangerously close to bringing a fresh, gushing storm of juices to the end of the warm, wet muscle. "Wonder what punishment would be fitting for someone doing t-that kinda damage...?"

The second, glorious fingertip finally pressed against the edge of Krista's folds, daring her to embrace the idea...but it only stroked up and down against those petals, tickling them and leaving the poor canine teetering on the edge of her own climactic moment.

Alice had picked up on some devious tricks from her mistress, and Krista wasn't sure if she was happy about that or not, just yet.

How much longer they'd carry on would answer that question for her.