Best Lesbian Erotica 2012

ON MY HONOR D. L. King

It was the Girl Scout badge sash that did it, really. I mean, I was a Girl Scout, as a child, and had a badge sash; still do. It’s at the bottom of the drawer I keep my jeans in. I ran across it a few weeks ago. It’s tiny. I mean really tiny. There’s no way I could wear it now. But she was wearing hers. Here she was on uniform night in a Girl Scout badge sash, a pale green short-sleeved cotton shirt and a green pair of boy shorts.

“Are you a good little Girl Scout or a bad one?” I asked her.

She looked at me and smiled before looking down. “I try to be good, Ma’am.”

“Based on that smile, I’d say you probably fail a lot. In fact, I’d bet you’re a pretty bad little Girl Scout. Where’s your hat? You know you’re out of uniform without your hat?”

“I lost it. I lost it in the bushes.”

“What were you doing in the bushes?” I asked.

“Katie told me she wanted to show me something, but she didn’t show me anything, she just put her hand down my shorts. And then our troop leader called and my hat fell off. In the bushes.” She smiled and ground her toe into the floor, looking up to see if she was having the proper effect on me.

“Just as I thought, you are a bad little Girl Scout. Where did you get the badge sash?”

“It’s mine, Ma’am. I mean, it really is mine. I was a Girl Scout for years when I was a kid.”

“Well, girlie, you look just fine.”

I wasn’t really wearing a uniform. I was wearing my short-sleeved leather shirt, black jodhpurs and black riding boots. I suppose I sort of looked like a state trooper—in some alternate universe. The shirt is something I tend to wear occasionally, when I go out. Really, the whole outfit is a normal night at the bar, with the possible exception of the jodhpurs. Those I put on for uniform night. Hey, it worked. All the little girls knew I was one sexy-ass top, and that was all that mattered.

“Let me see that badge sash,” I said. “So these are really yours, huh? I had some of these. What’s this one?” I asked, pointing to one with a coffee cup on it.

Her attention was drawn to the place where my finger rested against her abdomen. “Oh, that’s Hospitality or Hospitality Services, I think. Something like that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t have that one. Guess I wasn’t into service, even then. Why don’t you go get me a drink and we can talk,” I handed her a twenty. “You can bring it right back here. We’ll see if your service skills are still up to par.” I saw a little shiver course through her. “Ketel One martini, three olives, up. What’s that you’re drinking?”

“Tom Collins, Ma’am.”

“Tom Collins? God, haven’t heard that one in a long time. A retro drink for a retro girl. Well, get yourself another one of those too. Show me what kind of hospitality slut, er, sub you are.”

She grinned, licked her lips and headed off toward the bar. Actually, she flounced off to the bar, giving her ass a little extra shake, just in case I was looking. And of course I was looking.

The bar was filled with cops, paramedics, doctors and even a few nurses but I was smitten by the little Girl Scout with the curly brown hair, sweet tits and curvy ass.

“Sorry, Ma’am, there was a crowd at the bar. I’ll try to do better next time.”

The bar looked to be about ten deep in women wanting drinks. “You seem to have deserved that badge in hospitality.” I was fascinated by her badge sash. She had a sewing badge and a cup with pens and brushes sticking out of it. I had that one; I seemed to remember it was called Dabbler or something like that, It was an art badge. She had a lifesaving badge and something that looked like helping hands.

“I guess you like to help people, huh? Saved any lives?”

“Nope. I got the badge and then, when I turned sixteen, I passed my Red Cross Junior and Senior Lifesaving tests but I never got a job as a lifeguard. I suppose I do like to help people. I’d like to help you.”

I looked at her. “Oh, yeah? What do you think I need help with?”

“Well, anything. I mean, you might need help with cleaning your house or cooking or,” she paused. “Or putting your clothes away, you know, like after you take them off. Or maybe I could just help you relax. I’m pretty good at massage—all kinds of massage and I’m pretty good at—providing a canvas for relieving your tensions, ya know?”

I stroked the badges and let my fingers trail down her chest to her hip. She leaned in to me. I could just see the white of her bra peeking out at me. I ran my hand over her throat and slowly moved it down, reaching into the neck of her shirt. My finger traced the top of a cup. “A white bra. How pure and virginal. Just the thing for a naughty little Girl Scout.”

We had another round before deciding to go back to the apartment. I’d originally thought a late supper would be good, but when I asked if she’d like to get something to eat, she said, “You mean, like you?”

That did it. I told her she was very bad and would need to be punished and that she’d better come along with me.

“Ooh, you gonna slap the cuffs on me, Officer?”

“I might, with that kind of smart mouth. Hell, I might anyway.”

Once back at the apartment, I told her to take the shorts and shirt off, but to put the badge sash back on. It was perfect; she looked like Miss Girl Scout America. The sash separated and framed her tits perfectly. I tweaked her nipples until they stood up and saluted.

“Ooh, Daddy,” she squealed.

“I’m not your daddy and I bet he’d be pretty PO’d if he could see you now. I think you’d better stick to Ma’am. Now why don’t you get in the kitchen and fix me a nice cup of tea to go with that steaming cup badge you have?” I slapped her ass. I was still fascinated by the way her tits looked separated by the sash.

“On second thought, come with me.” In the bedroom I opened my cabinet of goodies. She began to salivate. I took out a pair of clover clamps, joined by a fairly heavy chain, and attached them to her perky little nipples.

“Ooh, Mommy!”

“I told you: Ma’am! You’re impossible. Now go in there and make me a cup of tea. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding what you need.” I smacked her on the ass again to hurry her along, loving the way the chain bounced with her movements.

While she was busy in the kitchen, I went back into the bedroom to choose my toys for the evening. I brought an armload of stuff back to the living room, not sure we’d get to all of it, but it’s better to be prepared… wait, that’s the Boy Scout motto.

By the time my naked little Girl Scout reappeared with a tray containing a steaming mug of tea, sugar and milk, along with a small plate of cookies, I had everything nicely laid out and ready for her. She set the tray down on the coffee table and came over to have a look at everything I’d set out. After fixing my tea, I came back to join her. “What, no tea for yourself?”

“I didn’t know I could, Ma’am. You didn’t tell me to.”

“That’s right, I didn’t. And that’s a very good answer. You won’t need to be punished—for that. You do, however, need to be punished for calling me by the wrong name—twice—and for letting Katie put her hands down your pants and losing your hat. A spanking is in order for misbehaving in the bushes. And, just for the record, I’m neither your daddy nor your mommy. We’ll have to see what punishment best suits those lapses!” I sat down on the couch and patted my thigh. “All right, get down here now.”

Once she was settled across my knees, I fingered the chain attached to her nipple clamps. “Here,” I said. “Put this in your mouth, between your teeth, and don’t let it fall out.” It was a bit of a stretch and she had to tilt her head down a little. I knew she’d be pulling on that chain, tightening those clamps in no time.

As the first smack landed, she jerked her head up and dropped the chain. “What did I tell you?” I picked the chain back up and put it back in her mouth. “And keep it there.”

I continued with her spanking. To her credit, she didn’t drop the chain again, even though there was a lot of grunting and whining coming from between her clenched teeth. Once her bottom had a good glow going I moved my hand down between her legs. Yes, she was nice and juicy. I briefly let my fingers play in her slick pussy before removing them to her whines of disappointment.

I gathered her wrists together behind her and hauled her off my lap. With both of us standing, I could see that her poor nipples had withstood a lot of pulling and pinching and were red and swollen. I quickly cuffed her wrists and attached the cuffs together behind her back before removing the clover clamps. She squealed and shook her tits when they came off but I ameliorated her pain by bathing each nipple with my tongue and then sucking on it until she moaned. The sheen on her thighs didn’t escape my attention.

Pulling her by her bound wrists, I brought her around the couch to the back and bent her over. “Back up. I want those legs spread and that ass in the air. Now, on to the caning.”

“Oh, please, Ma’am, not the cane. I’ll be good; I promise.”

“Oh, I know you’ll be good,” I said. “You’ll be my good little piece of Girl Scout ass when I’m done with you. Maybe you remember what to call me now, but you didn’t before. It’s the cane for you, my pretty.” Just saying that made me feel like Snidely Whiplash and I wished I had a mustache to twirl.

I picked a sturdy cane out of the bunch I’d brought from the bedroom and sliced it through the air so she could hear the whoosh. She shrieked.

“That’s right, girlie,” I said, and brought the cane down in the middle of her ass. A thin white line appeared and then slowly turned red as she danced on her feet. I gave her two more swipes in quick succession, each just a little lower than the one before, and watched them color up too. A quick peek between her legs told me what I wanted to know. Her trimmed bush had swollen and split open like an overripe tomato. The inside was shiny and wet and the shine was spreading down the crease of her leg onto the inside of her left thigh.

“You really hate the cane, don’t you little girl?”

“Mm-hmm,” she sniffled.

I pushed three fingers into her cunt and said, “Yes, I can tell how much you hate it.”

“Not fair, not fair,” she cried.

I pumped her one, two, three times, until I began to feel a slight fluttering in the walls of her cunt. I withdrew my hand.

“Nooo, not fair, not fair, not fair,” she cried.

This time, I picked a thinner cane from the bunch and gave her a quick, hard swat right on the spot where her legs met her ass. She raised her hands, as if to reach down and rub the spot, but the leather cuffs prevented her from getting close to the area. Instead, she danced on her toes again.

“Stick that ass out for me. All the way out. And spread those legs; what do you think this is? Rest time?”

“No, Ma’am!” She backed up, arched her back and really pushed her ass out with her legs spread as wide as she could.

I sank to my knees behind her and pushed her cheeks apart with my hands before shoving my face into her wet pussy and licking and sucking out all the juices. I alternated between pushing my tongue inside her and biting her labia before going on to nipping at and bathing her hot, swollen clit—but not enough for her to come. I withdrew my face and grabbed her mound with my hand and squeezed until she danced on her toes again.

“Ooh, thank you, Ma’am,” she moaned. “I promise to be good if you’ll do that some more.” She wagged her butt back and forth.

“Oh, you do, huh? We’ll see what gets eaten and by whom,” I said. I pulled on her wrists, forcing her to stand up. After I made sure she was steady on her feet, I unfastened one of the cuffs and turned her around to face me before refastening it again, this time in front of her. I bent her over the couch again and kicked her feet apart with my boots. “Push that ass up. How many times do I have to tell you?” I gave it a light smack before pumping some lube into my hand and smoothing it into her ass. I lubed up a large butt plug and slid it inside her. After getting it past the first ring of muscles, her body swallowed it whole, all the way up to the jeweled guard at the end. She flexed internally, pumping it in and out of herself, getting used to the feeling of being filled. “Greedy little Girl Scout,” I said.

She whimpered and danced some more.

“Now it’s time for you to freshen up my tea. It’s gotten cold. Heat it up in the microwave. And I’d better not smell cunt juice on your fingers when you come back.”

She pushed herself to a standing position and said, “Yes, Ma’am.” She waddled over to the coffee table and retrieved my mug with both hands before waddling toward the kitchen. With each step, her body got more and more used to the plug in her ass. She was walking normally by the time she reached the kitchen. While I waited for her to come back, I stepped into my black leather harness and fastened my double dong onto it.

She came back into the living room, carrying my hot tea, and her eyes grew large. I held out my hand for the cup. “Did you touch yourself?”

She raised her hands, formed the right one into the Girl Scout salute and said, “On my honor, I didn’t,” then giggled.

“There are condoms on the table. Put one on each of my cocks and then worship them while I drink this tea.”

“Oh, Mom—uh, Ma’am!” She raced over to the table to get the condoms. Tearing open one package, she slid the latex down the largest dong and kissed the end. Then she opened a second package and slid the condom over the slightly smaller cock. On her knees, she licked, sucked and kissed the latex-covered double dong while I watched her, slowly drinking my tea. She couldn’t get them into her mouth to suck, past the tip of each, so she had to content herself with sucking on the heads and kissing up and down the shafts.

Once I’d had enough tea, I pulled her up by her cuffed wrists and told her to go get both sets of clover clamps. She whimpered but hurriedly rushed to comply. She brought them back to me and I had her bend over the couch one more time, with her legs spread. I attached a set of clamps to her labial lips, letting the chain hang down between her legs, and gave it a little pull to tighten the clamps. While I was there, I twisted the plug in her ass, for good measure. Telling her to stand, I turned her around and applied the other set of clamps to her nipples, putting the chain in her mouth again. “Raise you head, there’s a good little girl. Now, trot on over and bring me the weights.” When she returned, drool was running down the chain hanging from her mouth and her nipples were pointing up to the ceiling. She handed me the weights.

“Good girl. This time, I want you to put your hands on the back of the couch, bend over, back up and spread your legs. That’s right. You know how to do it. Who knows, you may earn a whole new merit badge for this.

Once she was in position, I hung the weights on the chain between her legs, pulling her lips down and tightening the clamps even more. I pushed a finger in her slit to gage her wetness and was rewarded with a veritable flood flowing into my hand. “What a nasty little slut you are,” I said, as I twisted the plug in her ass and gently pulled on it. “All this debasement and you’re just ready to come, aren’t you? Just shake your head, yes or no.” She groaned and nodded. “Yes, just as I thought. Lift your head up, there’s a good girl.” I watched as she pulled her nipples up higher. Then I pulled the plug from her ass and she whimpered. “Don’t worry, girlie, we’ll find something to put up there. Just be patient.”

She danced from one foot to the other and up on her toes while I retrieved the bottle of lube. I relubed her ass and both dongs. I didn’t bother lubing her cunt as it was already wetter than I could have ever hoped to make it. Slowly I lined the dongs up, making contact with her cunt first, as that was the longer and thicker cock. I teased her cunt open and very slowly slipped the tip inside her. As I eased it in, the other tip met her skin. Her anus was still gaping slightly from wearing the plug and it was easy to insert the tip of the second cock into her ass. I pushed forward and up slowly, keeping one hand on her hip and adding more lube to her ass, until the second cock broke through her sphincter and both cocks were fully imbedded in her. She arched her back and pushed against me.

“You filthy, filthy little girl,” I chided, as I reached around with a lube-coated finger to stroke the side of her engorged clit.

“Yes, Ma’am. Oh, please, please, Ma’am,” she groaned.

“Please what? What is it you want?” I asked as I fingered her distended lips, pinching and separating them before going back to stroke around the sides of her clit again.

“Please…”

“Yes?”

“Please fuck me.” She shuddered in my grasp.

“All right. If you think I should. But first, put that chain back in your mouth and lift your head up.” She leaned her rib cage into the couch and brought her hands down to the chain hanging in front of her and, once again, placed it between her teeth and raised her head. She lifted one foot and put it down, only to follow suit with the other foot.

I withdrew a little, before sliding back in, then again, and again, withdrawing a little farther each time until I was actively fucking her and had a rhythm going. She pushed back against me and the weighted chain between her legs swung and bounced with each new thrust. She growled when I reminded her to lift her head as I continued to stroke her clit in time to my thrusts.

“You. Dirty. Dirty. Little. Girl. Scout.” I said as I pounded into her. “Come for me. Come for me now.” I took the clamps off her nipples and, chain still in her mouth, she flung her head back and screamed out her orgasm. I stilled but my cocks remained buried in her while she continued to come. After she’d calmed, I slowly withdrew, leaving us both panting and sweating. I was still in my leathers and I think I was sweating a little harder, not to mention my clit was throbbing in my pants.

I reached down and removed the clamps from her cunt lips and let them fall to the floor. “Damn,” I said.

“Oh, yeah,” she replied.

“Fuck, honey.”

“They should have uniform day every week,” she said, and turned around in my arms. “But what about you, Mare?”

“Thanks for reminding me! A little help here would be appreciated. God you’re hot, woman!” My adorable Mina kissed me and unbuckled the harness, letting it fall to the floor with a thump before unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my thighs and pulling my underwear down. She sank to her knees again and buried her face between my legs, licking, kissing and sucking, making all sorts of slurping sounds while I buried my hands in her hair.

She looked up at me. “I love that smell,” she said, “the smell of leather and you. Oh god, I think I’m going to come again.”

“Yeah? Not until I do, you little slut,” I said. It didn’t take long. I’d gotten so worked up from the scene I was ready to pop almost from the moment her lips touched mine.

Both sated and curled up together on the couch, I stroked her hair and said, “You know, there’s a company that makes custom badges. I think we should design our own. Like tonight, you earned the Double Penetration badge. It could be a picture of my double dong.”

“Yeah, and I earned the Caning badge. It could be a picture of a bottom with a cane striking it.”

“Oh, honey, it’s going to take a lot more than that little caning to earn a merit badge. But we can work on it. We can work on lots of different ones, like a sewing one, where I sew up your pussy lips, or a butt plug one where you wear a plug all day. You could earn a Medical Arts badge, with a speculum on it and a hot wax badge. Wow, this is going to be fun! And I can earn my own badges too. Like one with crossed canes for a Caning badge and a pair of latex gloves and a white coat for a Medical badge. Oh, my god, the next time we go to uniform night, we’ll totally rock the house!”