My girlfriend Teri and ex-girlfriend Rachel are friends, roommates, and occasional rivals. That combination has led to some… interesting consequences.
One night, Teri and I were at a party. Rachel was there too. I wasn’t worried—Rachel had been the one to set me up with Teri after we broke up four months ago. That said, seeing them huddled in what seemed like an intense conversation across the room stirred something uneasy in me. I’d known Rachel long enough to recognize that look in her eyes.
Later, back at the apartment Teri and Rachel shared, I was looking forward to some privacy. Rachel had said she’d be heading to the suburbs after the party, which meant we had the place to ourselves for the weekend.
Teri looked incredible in her short black dress, and I was already peeling off my suit jacket, ready to relax. But she wasn’t quite herself. She sat beside me on the bed, her smile tight, her eyes distant.
“Rachel was bitchy with me tonight,” Teri said finally.
“Oh?” I asked, knowing full well that Rachel could be very domineering. “What’d she say?”
“She said she hopes I’m happy having a boyfriend I can walk all over.”
I froze, processing the words.
“She thinks if a man’s considerate, he’s a doormat,” Teri added.
Teri was unaware that Rachel and I had lived a female-led relationship.
“Rachel always did have a mean streak,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. But the comment stuck with me, sharp and lingering. “Maybe that’s why things didn’t work out between us.”
Teri’s lips curled into a faint smile, but there was something calculating in her expression. “Maybe you weren’t firm enough with her.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sometimes people need boundaries,” she said simply. “Or consequences.”
Her words hung in the air like a dare. Something primal stirred in me, something I wasn’t used to indulging.
“Is that what you need, Teri?” I asked quietly. I surprised myself with those words, as I had always felt more like a submissive.
Her eyes flicked to mine, wary but intrigued. “Maybe.”
I didn’t give her a chance to second-guess. “Go get your hairbrush,” I said, my voice low but firm.
Teri froze, her breath catching. “You’re serious?”
Her hesitation lasted only a moment. Without a word, she rose, crossed the room, and retrieved the hairbrush. But instead of handing it to me, she held it tight, her knuckles white.
“You think you can handle me?” she challenged.
I stood, took her wrist, and pulled her down across my lap. The hairbrush clattered to the floor. She struggled briefly, testing me, but when I flipped up her dress and yanked down her panties, she stopped resisting.
“Maybe Rachel was right,” I said, picking up the brush. “Maybe this is overdue.”
The first strike landed with a satisfying crack, her body jolting against me. I kept my movements controlled, measured. Each swing of the brush drew a gasp or a groan, her kicks growing more frantic.
“Are you going to be good now?” I asked, my voice cold.
She didn’t answer, her breathing ragged. I spanked her again, harder this time, and she cried out.
“Answer me,” I demanded.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
After a few more strikes, I ordered her to the corner. She stood, her legs unsteady, and did as she was told, her dress still bunched around her waist, her reddened skin on display.
The apartment door creaked open, shattering the silence.
“I’m back,” Rachel called out, her voice cutting through the tension. “Plans changed.”
She stopped short in the doorway, taking in the scene with wide eyes. A slow, cruel smile spread across her face.
“Well, well,” she said, her tone mocking. “Looks like someone finally grew a spine.”
Teri’s blush deepened, but she didn’t move. I suddenly felt vulnerable. The swing from dominance to submission was dizzying.
Rachel stepped into the room, picking up the hairbrush. “This,” she said, turning it over in her hand, “explains so much.” She laughed, a cold, sharp sound. “I always knew you were a little subby, Teri. Guess I was right.”
Teri turned, her anger overriding her embarrassment. “Put that down, Rachel.”
Rachel ignored her, brushing past me to stand in front of Teri. “What’s wrong? Can’t take a little criticism? Or do you just need to be put in your place again?”
Before Teri could answer, Rachel turned to me. “Donald, britches off and assume the position.”
My body moved before I could think, the command ringing with a force I couldn’t resist, my head bowed.
Rachel’s smirk deepened as she stared at me. The weight of her presence was overwhelming, dragging me back into a familiar, submissive current I thought I had outgrown. Teri shifted in the corner, her gaze flicking between us, but I couldn’t meet her eyes.
“Donald,” Rachel said, her tone smooth and cutting, “I believe I asked you to drop your britches.”
My throat felt dry. I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. Her voice carried the same edge it always had—a mixture of authority and derision that left me disarmed. My hands hesitated at my sides, trembling slightly.
“Go on,” Rachel said, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer I do it for you?”
My mind was a whirlwind of conflict. A part of me wanted to resist, to reclaim the power I’d found tonight. But another, deeper part—the part that had once thrived under Rachel’s dominance—was already yielding. Slowly, reluctantly, I reached for the button of my pants and undid it.
Teri’s voice cut through the tension. “Donald, you don’t have to—”
But Rachel silenced her with a glance, a single raised brow that seemed to freeze Teri in place. “He knows what he has to do,” Rachel said, her voice honeyed poison. “Don’t you, Donald?”
I nodded, barely able to look at Teri as I let my pants drop to the floor. The cool air against my skin was nothing compared to the heat of humiliation burning through me.
Rachel’s laughter was soft, almost a purr. “There he is,” she said, stepping closer. “My obedient little Donald. Teri, you really should thank me. I trained him well.”
Teri’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought she might intervene. But Rachel’s confidence was unshakable, her presence overwhelming.
She reached out, tilting my chin up to meet her gaze. “Good boy,” she said, the words cutting deep and familiar. “Now, let’s see if you remember how to behave.”
“Good boy,” Rachel said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She looked back at Teri, gesturing for her to step closer. “Now you, Teri. Come here.”
Teri hesitated but eventually obeyed, taking her place beside me before adjusting her dress to cover the evidence of her spanking.
“Teri, I’d like you to remove your clothes. Actually, I want both of you to remove all your clothes.”, Rachel commanded.
Rachel’s command still hung in the air, sharp and clear. Her eyes never left Teri, then shifted to me. She knew exactly how to make us both respond, and I could already feel the tension building as she stood before us.
“Both of you,” she said, her voice low and thick with authority. “Undress. Now.”
I felt a sudden wave of vulnerability rush over me, the command cutting through my thoughts. Teri’s body stiffened beside me, but I knew she wouldn’t resist. Rachel’s presence was too overwhelming, too inescapable. Slowly, I undid the button of my pants, hands trembling slightly as I lowered them to the floor.
Teri followed suit, her fingers fumbling slightly as she lifted her dress over her head. There was no hesitation in her movements, only a resigned obedience as she stood in front of Rachel, her body exposed and vulnerable in a way that made my heart race.
Rachel’s eyes took in the scene with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, her lips curling into a smile. “Much better,” she said softly, stepping closer to us. She reached out, brushing her fingers down Teri’s arm, then turned to me, inspecting me the same way.
“You’ve both been so good tonight,” she said, her voice a silky purr. “Now, let’s see if you remember how to behave.”
The room seemed to close in around us as Rachel circled us, her gaze sharp and calculating. She was in complete control, and I felt the weight of it deep in my chest. It was the familiar, unsettling feeling of being utterly at her mercy, and yet, somehow, it was comforting.
She stopped in front of us again, standing tall, looking down at us both as if we were hers to command. “You’re both so beautiful,” Rachel said, almost thoughtfully. “But you need me to remind you how to stay that way, don’t you?”
Teri nodded, her breath hitching, and I did the same, unable to break away from the pull of Rachel’s power.
“Good,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a more teasing tone. “Now, let’s see if you can keep this up without me having to remind you again.”
We both knelt before her, the air heavy with anticipation. Rachel’s gaze never wavered as she stroked her fingers through our hair, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she stepped back. “See?” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “You both know exactly what to do when I give you the right instructions.”
Her hand moved to Teri’s cheek, lifting her face to meet her eyes. “And you, Teri,” she said softly, “you’ve always known exactly how to please me. Just like Donald.”
Teri’s face flushed with both embarrassment and something deeper—something that made her look almost… peaceful, surrendering completely to Rachel’s control.
Rachel looked between us both, her eyes gleaming with a quiet triumph. “You’re mine tonight. All of you.”
The words hung in the air, thick and final. There was no room for argument, no space for defiance. Just acceptance. And, in that moment, I knew—whatever had been between Teri and me before was now irrevocably shifted.
We were both under Rachel’s sway, and there was no escaping it.
Rachel’s smirk returned, her hand brushing through Teri’s hair once more before she turned away. “Now, stay where you are,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy this. Both of you.”
Teri and I remained on our knees, exposed and vulnerable, as Rachel moved around us like a queen surveying her domain. It was a strange, unsettling peace that settled in my chest, as if everything had finally fallen into place, even if that place wasn’t what I had expected.
Rachel reached down, grabbing my chin roughly, lifting my face to meet her gaze. “I gave you a chance to prove you could handle this,” she said softly, her tone deceptively gentle. “But you showed me exactly how weak you are. You need me to guide you. You need me to remind you how to behave.”
I swallowed hard, the tension in my chest growing. I wasn’t going to be able to talk my way out of this. And I didn’t want to. Part of me, the part that had once thrived under her dominance, felt that familiar twinge of anticipation. But it was mixed with a sharp sting of guilt. I had disappointed her.
Her eyes flicked to Teri, who remained kneeling beside me, her body tense but unmoving. Rachel’s smirk deepened as she surveyed us both.
“Do you know what happens to people who forget their place?” she asked, her voice cool and measured. She didn’t wait for an answer. “They’re reminded. Over and over, until they remember. And I think it’s time for you to be reminded, Donald.”
She stood back, moving deliberately, slowly. There was a cruel satisfaction in the way she positioned herself, her eyes never leaving me. “Teri, watch closely,” she said, her tone commanding. “This is how you show someone they’re nothing without me.”
Teri’s gaze flickered to me, and I saw a flash of something in her eyes—sympathy, maybe—but it was quickly replaced by obedience as she stayed silent.
Rachel’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You’ll take your punishment like the good little sub you are.”
Before I could brace myself, Rachel’s hand came down on the back of my head, pushing me forward until my hands were on the floor. Her other hand gripped my shoulder, forcing me down in a way that left no room for protest.
Her voice was steady as she spoke, each word carrying a weight of authority. “You need to learn, Donald. You don’t make decisions anymore. I do. And if you forget that again, you’ll regret it.”
I felt a sharp sting as Rachel’s hand landed across my backside, and then another, harder this time. The pain made me gasp, but there was something deeper, something stirring in me that had been buried for too long.
“I expect better from you,” she said, her voice cutting through the noise in my head. Another strike, harder this time, making my body jerk. “I will remind you, each and every time, until you remember your place.”
I could hear Teri’s breath quickening beside me, and I knew she was watching, her own submission evident in the way she knelt beside me, completely silent.
Rachel’s voice softened, almost tender, as she finished. “You’re mine, Donald. Always. And you will stay that way.”
The last strike landed with a satisfying crack, and the world seemed to shift around me, the pain mixing with a strange sense of relief. I had been reminded of my place, just as Rachel had promised.
Rachel reached down, brushing a strand of hair from Teri’s face, “I have very disappointed in you, Teri. You’ve let down all womanhood. You’re exactly where you belong.
Rachel stood tall between us, her dominance absolute, and as the night stretched on, I knew we were both hers—completely and without question.