Oops Chapter 10

"So maybe... maybe it was just necessary for it to happen the way it did," Brynna said. "I still wish I knew how it happened, though. That's going to worry me for the rest of my life."

Anne shook her head. "Maybe we'll never know. I mean, it hasn't happened again, so... maybe some external factor?"

Brynna sighed. "Probably so. It's a pity, really. Because, well, if we could control it, it could let us... well, it could let us explore things safely, without risking any real physical damage. On the other hand..." She frowned, nibbling at her lower lip. "That might not be a good thing, actually. I mean, you'd still feel it, even if it wasn't permanent. It'd be really easy for me to abuse something like that."

"I would be willing, Mistress."

Brynna shuddered. "Sweetheart... what you experienced was pretty violent, but it was, for me, toned down some because, even if I didn't know you could feel it, I did know you were a real person. If I let myself get used to that, things would... get rapidly worse."

"I know, Mistress." Anne's face showed no trepidation.

"You really do, don't you?" Brynna whispered. "Even if you don't know the details, you're imagining things just as bad, just as bloody and vicious..." She tightened her arms, cradling Anne to her chest. "And you know how much the idea turns me on. That... that it would be more of a turn-on to know you were feeling it. Willing to feel it. And that doesn't even bother you? It doesn't frighten you?"

"It scares me," Anne said softly. "But... it would be worth it. More than worth it."

"Why? What would make it worth it?" Brynna asked. "You don't like the pain. No matter what happened this time, you were not liking it before you came, not even a bit."

"Being able to do it for you," Anne said. "Fulfilling your fantasies."

"But what could I possibly do for you to equal that?"

"Use me," Anne said simply.

Brynna shivered, her nipples tightening. "I intend to," she whispered. "But it just doesn't seem fair. In return for suffering to give me what I want, you get... to suffer to give me what I want? It should be more... more balanced than that."

"How did I react to this?" Anne asked.

"I'm not saying you didn't get pleasure out of it," Brynna said. "Lots, even. But... you also got lots of pain. Whereas I got just as much pleasure, but with no cost. Something this good should have a cost."

"No, Mistress. There was no cost for me."

"How can you say that? I know it hurt you!" Brynna said. "It... wouldn't have turned me on so much if you were enjoying it."

"I know it hurt. Don't you understand? I want to hurt for you!"

Brynna stroked her hair. "I know. And it's beautiful. But you should get... more. Something of your own, something just for you. If we were older, I could give you more. I could take care of you completely, keep you and protect you and pamper you. Maybe that would feel more fair. But until then... is there anything you haven't asked for? Some need or desire that you don't think I would share? Something I could give you?"

Anne hesitated. "There's... something." She looked at Brynna worried. "But... I'm afraid you'd get hurt."

"Hurt worse than I've hurt you?" Brynna asked. "I doubt it. Tell me."

Anne looked down. "When you asked me why I was changing the other day, I didn't tell you everything."

Brynna frowned. "Okay. Why not?"

"Because... I'm not sure. Maybe... I don't know."

"It's okay, baby. I'm not mad. Just tell me," Brynna said.

"I wasn't lying about the shortcut. But... I take it because I'm getting harrassed. At first it was to get away from them, but they found it. Still, they don't know which way I'm going to go home, so they have to guess," Anne said.

Brynna stiffened, hand clenching into fists against Anne's back. "Who?"

"I don't know," Anne said. "They're older. I haven't seen them at school, but they might just be skipping."

"What have they done?" Brynna asked, her voice carefully low and calm.

"They... shove me around, hit me, threaten me. Call me names." Anne looked down. "It sounds so petty, but..."

"No." The word was icey cold. "It doesn't. How long has this been going on?"

"Since school started. I could have told my parents, but I was afraid..."

That at least explained why her father hadn't done anything. Good. Brynna didn't want to be at odds with him, but if he'd let that happen... "Afraid of what, sweetheart?" she asked gently.

"I barely convinced them to let me go to school. If they knew..." Anne's voice trailed off.

Brynna sighed. "I suppose that makes sense, but... How many of them are there, and how old? Male or female?"

"Five or six," Anne said. "They're all girls."

"Did you tell anyone?" Brynna asked. "Ask anyone for help? A teacher, friends, anyone? Even an anonymous note left in the office?"

Anne shook her head.

"Why not? I understand not wanting to involve your parent, but you could have been hurt!"

"If I had, my parents would have found out," Anne said. "And I really didn't want to get pulled out of school."

The lonely, sad tone cut straight to the bone. Brynna rolled to her side so that she could pull Anne up against her, arm and leg curled around her, sheltered beside and beneath her. She looked down at her, then kissed her gently. "I'll take care of it," she said softly. "There's no need to involve your parents."

"Thank you," Anne whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Anne managed a smiled. "In the tremendous amount of free time we've had?"

Brynna's solemn expression didn't change. "When I asked why you'd been changing."

"We were talking about more important things. Us."

"I happen to think your safety is very important," Brynna said quietly.

"Not as important as our relationship," Anne said.

"I can't have a relationship with you if you're not here to have one with," Brynna said. "And it won't be much of a relationship if you don't tell me what I need to know to ensure that you will be here. Sweetheart... if you're truly willing to give me everything, that includes information. You can't just decide to hold it back because you don't think it's important or because you think it might bother me."

"Yes, ma'am," Anne said. "But at the time... we really didn't need to be sidetracked."

Brynna sighed. "Maybe not, but... what were we talking about anyw— Ah. I remember." She frowned thoughtfully. "And I guess... at that time... but you still should have told me, pet. Don't you think I have a right to know if something or someone is a threat to you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Anne said. "I'm sorry."

Brynna kissed her. "It's all right, baby. Just... work on that. You're not alone anymore," she said softly. "You don't have to handle things by yourself. You don't have to always be strong. I'm going to take care of you."

"Yes, ma'am." Anne's eyes were shining. "T-thank you."

"You're mine," Brynna whispered, caressing her cheek. "I take care of what's mine. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

"Yours..." Anne whispered.

"Mmhmm. My little toy. My sweet baby girl. My hot little slut. All mine," Brynna said. "No one touches what's mine without permission. Remember that. Take care of my property."

Anne nodded. "Yes, ma'am." She closed her eyes, melting against Brynna.

Brynna kissed her again, licking at her lips, then pulled back, smiling. "Well. I guess that shower was a wasted effort."

Anne giggled. "I guess so."

"Unfortunately..." Brynna sighed. "It'd be pushing it to think we could get away with that twice. My mother's relieved enough that I'm not straight that she's pretty easy going right now, but... there are limits. So... here's what we'll do. I'll go wash up first, real quick, then go help with dinner or whatever, give her a chance to lecture a bit, while you have a nice shower and miss anything awkward."

Anne nodded. "Yes'm."

One more, lingering kiss and Brynna reluctantly released her. "Good girl. I'll just be a minute."

Brynna was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling again. This time, though, her mood was more one of pleasant bemusement, rather than the dread and guilt of last night. The evening had been... interesting. She wasn't sure why the expected lecture on discretion never happened, but it didn't. Her mother was looking more than a bit frazzled though, which was worrying. But she had to admit things had gone pretty well. Her mother was friendly and accepting, Siobhan was trying hard, and Anne even managed to get a bit less shy, but that was going to take a while. There was one minor embarrassing moment— Brynna hadn't even thought about asking her mother if Anne could sleep over. She was used to being the one to approve or disapprove Siobhan's sleepovers, not having one herself or having to answer to anyone else about it. It was... weird.

Fortunately, that had worked out okay, too. Everything worked out, bringing her to the point that she was once again staring at the ceiling and waiting. This time, she was waiting for Anne to get back from talking to Siobhan. She hadn't quite realized when she'd agreed to it that Anne had meant she wanted to talk to her sister alone, but, well... she'd already agreed. She sighed, idly kicking her leg that hung off the side of the bed, and wondered if she should get a poster for the ceiling there.

Finally, the door opened, and Anne slipped in, followed, to Brynna's surprise, by Siobhan.

Brynna raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

Siobhan shook her head. "No. But I wanted to talk to you."

"I suppose I ought not be surprised." Brynna sat up and turned to lean against the wall, one leg stretched out, the other tucked in under her.

Anne sat down beside Brynna, leaning against her. "I think she's started to understand, Mistress."

Brynna wrapped an arm around Anne's waist. "Oh?"

Siobhan sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sort of. I think. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but... I guess."

"Um, okay... guess what?" Brynna asked.

"That I understand. But I want to know why you do it."

"Um. Why do you like girls instead of boys?" Brynna countered.

Siobhan looked at her like she'd lost her mind. "Because they're pretty."

"But why do you think so?" Brynna asked. "It'd be easier to like boys. And they can be pretty, too. Even I think so. So why be gay?"

"They aren't pretty," Siobhan said. "No tits, no curves..." She shook her head.

"Bodies aren't that important. Those," Brynna pointed to the LotR poster on her wall, "are some of the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Besides, other people do see guys as attractive. Why don't you? And I don't mean tell me what's wrong with guys. I mean tell me why you don't think the things that people find attractive about them are attractive? What's different about you that you can't appreciate male beauty?"

Siobhan hesitated. "I don't know."

Brynna smiled and leaned back against the wall. "There you go, then."

Siobhan blinked. "Huh?"

"You asked why I do it," Brynna said. "Why do you look at girls instead of boys? It's the same sort of thing. Just another preferance. As far as I know, I was born that way."

"But... I can tell you what I like about girls. What is it you like about... about...." Siobhan waved her hands vaguely.

"That's... harder," Brynna said. "I mean, I just like it. Like other people like playing with toys, or a certain position, or having the lights on. I like things kinky. But it's really more than that. It's more of... a need. I mean, if you closed your eyes and had things done to you instead of being the active one, a boy could give you pretty much the same physical sensations as a girl. You could probably come, and even enjoy the experience. But if what you really want is a girl, it wouldn't be enough. You wouldn't be able to do what you really wanted, get what you really wanted. You'd need something else."

"It's the same way for me. I could enjoy regular sex. But it wouldn't feel that need. It wouldn't be enough, even if it was pretty good all by itself. See?" Brynna asked.

Siobhan nodded, slowly. "I... guess so."

"But... well, there are aspects of it that I can describe that I like," Brynna said, then smiled ruefully. "They're not all that flattering, though, to be honest. I'd prefer not to have to admit to them."

"I... I'd like to know," Siobhan said. "It would help."

Brynna sighed. "Well, okay. But it's really just... well, base human nature. I like to be in charge. Or rather, I honestly don't know how not to be in charge." She shrugged. "Embarrassing, but true. I wouldn't be comfortable in a relationship where I wasn't the one making the calls. I'm too bossy, too arrogant. But at the same time, I realize how big of a sacrifice it is to tell someone, 'okay, you be in charge,' because I know I couldn't do it. And the idea of someone doing that for me is... it's amazing. It makes me feel... um... like I have a hell of a lot to live up to, but like I must be able to do it, or else she wouldn't believe in me like that." She cuddled Anne close to her side. "And, of course, there's no greater trust than to tell someone that they can do whatever they want to you. Of course receiving that trust feels good! As to the... um... other stuff... it's pretty much human nature, too. The bad part of human nature. The part that feels strong and powerful when it sees someone else weak and vulnerable. But really, it's all pretty easy to understand. If you want something confusing, ask her what she gets out of it. Good luck, though, I haven't really got an answer I understand yet."

Siobhan smiled. "I didn't really understand it either." She sighed. "I just..." Her voice trailed off for a moment, and then she looked at Brynna. "I want to watch."

Brynna looked at her expressionlessly for a long moment, then asked, "Why?"

"Because... because then maybe I'll really understand."

"I... don't know," Brynna said. "If you're actively turned off by it, I don't think it would work. Not for you, and not, with a hostile audience, for us."

"I don't know if I am," Siobhan said honestly. "Until yesterday I had no idea people actually did that kind of thing. I thought it was a joke."

"Um... there are movies about it. And shops. It's, like, a multimillion dollar industry," Brynna said.

Siobhan's eyes widened. "No way!"

"Err... yeah? I mean... don't you ever look at the ads online?" Brynna asked. "There's as many kinky bdsm sites as their are 'hot Asian schoolgirl' sites."

Siobhan shook her head. "Ads?" she asked weakly.

"Um, yeah? Open any even vaguely 'adult' page, or do any search on google, and there's tons of them," Brynna said.

"Wow..."

Brynna shook her head. "I know I've always tried to give you time alone on the computer to do you own... um... 'exploring'," she said.

"I... never wanted to," Siobhan admitted. "I didn't need it."

Brynna blinked. "Wow. You must have one hell of an imagination..."

Siobhan's cheeks pinkened. "Not... really."

"Then how... Um, sorry. I guess it's not any of my business," Brynna said, blushing. "I guess I just assumed you were looking at stories or at least pictures, and would get exposed to just about everything."

"Not really," Siobhan said. "So... can I?"

Brynna bit her lip and looked down at Anne. "How do you feel about that idea?"

Anne looked up at her, eyes wide. "Do you really need to ask, Mistress?"

"Your body can want things sometimes that you don't," Brynna said, smiling. "Or that you're really, truly scared of."

Anne licked her lips. "The idea is... hot."

Brynna bent and kissed the top of her head. "And how do you feel? You've... done a lot today. I'm not going to cause another collapse, no matter how hot the reason."

"I'm fine, Mistress." Anne licked her lips again. "And... it's a really hot idea."

"It could be," Brynna agreed. "What would you be comfortable doing?"

Anne blinked. "Anything, Mistress."

Brynna shivered and pulled her close. "I'm not so sure I'd be okay with anything, but..." She turned back to Siobhan. "What are you wanting to see?"

Siobhan spread her arms helplessly. "How do I know? I don't even know what I could see!"

"Well, what do you think you might see?" Brynna asked.

"Um. You two... doing it? While you tell her what to do? And, um, maybe you spank her?"

Brynna caressed Anne's thigh. "I don't know if I could spank her. It would depend on how bad the bruises are from earlier. And we haven't technically 'done it' yet. I'm not sure how I'd feel about the first time being for an audience."

"Uh... bruises?" Siobhan said, eyes wide.

"From beating her, earlier."

"Beatings?" Siobhan's eyes managed to get even wider. "Wait. What do you mean you haven't done it? I heard you."

Brynna blushed. "Beating. Singular. One beating, that's all. And we've done things, but we haven't... you know,... done it."

"Um... no, I don't know. It sure sounded like you were doing it."

"Like I said, we did stuff, but... um... we're both still, technically, virgins," Brynna said, her face bright red.

"Define virgin," Siobhan said.

"Um. Well. It sounds kind of old-fashioned," Brynna said, "But we're both still, ah... 'intact'."

Siobhan shook her head. "Did you, um, you know. Go down on each other?"

"Oh god yes," Brynna said, her facing going dreamy for a minute.

"Then you aren't virgins," Siobhan said.

"I'd say that's a matter of personal opinion," Brynna said. "If you feel like one, and have some physical basis for thinking it, then you are."

"I don't know," Siobhan said. "I mean, it's not like either of you have a, you know. So penetration isn't a big deal."

Brynna shook her head. "It is for me. At least, when it comes to me doing her. It's... she's so small, and... it's symbolic. Something that's kind of like a... a point of no return. Something that won't heal, or go away after it's done. Something that is... kind of... the last connection to 'normal', her last choice, sort of. Not something I'd just take, casually." She sighed. "Maybe it doesn't make any sense, but it's how I feel."

Siobhan thought for a moment. "Okay... I guess I can see that."

"But I wouldn't really object to doing other things," Brynna said. "Except... well, tonight is kinda her birthday present. So if she wanted that tonight and didn't want an audience... It's up to you, baby." She nuzzled against Anne's hair. "I'll give you whatever you want tonight."

Anne looked up at Brynna. "I...." She hesitated. "The idea of her watching is hot. And..."

Brynna kissed her forehead. "I told you you could have what you wanted tonight. Don't be afraid to ask for it."

Anne licked her lips. "You'd... you'd said you thought it was a bad idea."

Brynna frowned thoughtfully. "Ah, I see. Hmm. I won't promise, pet, but if you want it, and I think things are going well, then... okay. We've... talked a lot since then. But I still need to see how things go, okay?"

Anne nodded eagerly.

Smiling at her enthusiasm, Brynna asked, "Anything else, sweetheart? Anything special you want to do?"

Anne hesitated. "Anything, Mistress?"

"You may ask for anything, pet."

Anne licked her lips. Glancing at the sad expression on Siobhan's face, she raised her head. "I'd like to see you make love to you sister, Mistress," she whispered in Brynna's ear.

Short of asking Brynna to amputate something, Anne couldn't have surprised her more. She looked down at the girl, shocked, her brow wrinkled with concern. "Are... are you certain, baby? I would never, never make you do that, not if it would hurt you. I know that I... ah... approach these things from a different point of view, but I've been thinking about them for years, and I still have to be in control to tolerate the idea... this is all new to you."

"I'm sure, Mistress. I'd like to see it. I'd... I'd like to help, I think, but not your first time. That should be just the two of you." Anne licked her lips. "When... when you had me bent over the bed, I just had this sudden image of... of her being there, and you pushing my face into her..."

Brynna couldn't help a tiny twinge of disappointment. "You wouldn't want to be involved this time?" she whispered.

Anne blinked. "Um. Would you want me to?"

Brynna blushed and looked away.

Anne licked her lips. "What about Siobhan?"

Brynna hesitated. On the one hand, Siobhan had had that jealosy issue. On the other... she'd told Brynna how very hot she found Anne. And the idea, Bryn had to admit, was incredibly hot. Would the jealosy get in the way, though? Or would doing it that way fix it. She kind of thought maybe the latter was the most likely, but... she was getting damned tired of being uncertain all the time. "I don't think she'd object." She smiled. "I don't think many sane people would object to having you pushed down between their legs and licking. But if it looks like it might be a problem, we'll try it some other way, okay?"

Anne squeezed her legs together. "Okay!"

"No promises, though... it all depends on how things go," Brynna warned. "But... if everything goes well, then you'll get what you want." She kissed her gently. "Anything else, angel?"

"Maybe... a birthday spanking?"

Brynna smiled. "I would love to, but didn't you say you were already sore?"

Anne looked up at her with big eyes. "I like being sore."

Brynna licked her lips. "Well, I can't say the idea of turning your little ass a nice, cherry red isn't appealing... but what will your father say if you're having trouble walking when I take you home?"

Anne's lips quirked. "I have no idea anymore."

"Well... that is somewhat true, but what do you think he'd say?" Brynna's smile faded, and she looked at Anne seriously. "I don't want to risk losing you."

"Um." Anne thought about it for a moment. "If I wasn't actually injured, and I was happy about it... I think he'd be okay."

"Well... all right then. As long as there's isn't any broken skin," Brynna said. "There shouldn't be. I was watching for that. Bruises... are okay, I guess."

Siobhan watched them, an odd, sad expression on her face.

Brynna smiled, but it was a rather troubled smile, and reached out to squeeze Siobhan's shoulder. "Vhana, I... I think everything's going to be fine. And... we're both okay with you watching, if you want to. Um. We should probably make sure Mom's gone to bed first, though, because... uh... well, that would be... bad."

Siohban's eyes widened. "Oh yeah!"

Brynna nibbled nervously on her bottom lip. "I mean... Ugh. Okay, we need to figure out how to take some precautions. Um... okay. First rule: We all keep quiet, no matter what. Second: We keep an ear out for the hallway, and, ah, cease incriminating activities until it's clear. Finally... the door stays locked, and... and you should probably lock and close yours, too, in case she decides to check on you. If she catches us breaking you back in, you can always say you locked yourself out by accident. Can anybody think of anything else?"

"Um." Siobhan looked thoughtful, but shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Baby?" Brynna looked at Anne. "You're the super genius here... anything?"

"I think that pretty much has it," Anne said.