I take a position in the centre behind the two girls; stretch both arms and tell them to turn towards me. Within a few seconds both girls are riding my hand. The first one to moan heavily now is jolien.
“Come on beg him for an orgasm; beg him please if you can cum; I am close myself and he won’t grant me an orgasm before he grants you; come on, please, please sister.”
Things are getting better and better; the one girl begging the other to beg. I think jolien needs a bit of support. Pain can make her cum but can also help the delay. I get my hand out of her and smack her cunt as hard as I can. She grunts, bends her legs to control the pain, but then quickly backs up again to search for my fingers. 

Ineke has lost it completely by now. It’s not that she doesn’t want to beg for it. Al these feelings of lust, shame, pain, years of inhibitions, they all get out at once and make her head go crazy. At first it sounds like screaming but soon it evolves in a lovely, sweet type of begging. Like a pussycat mewing near the fridge when she’s starving.
“Oh my God, I can’t control this any longer. Let me cum please, please. Oh Master, sweet, sweet Sir; I am so horny I can’t hold it any longer. Please let me cum sweet Sir; and my sister also. 

“I haven’t heard her beg,” I smirked, “Maybe she doesn’t feel like cumming today.”
“Of course I do Sir; I just never expected you to grant me my orgasm first, even before Ineke.”
“Of course I will not; you need to manage to hold it longer than her.”
I can feel Ineke’s fuck-hole contracting heavily now around my fingers.
“Please sweet Master.”
The audience butts in as well.

“Let the new one have her orgasm and let the other cunt wait.”
She looks around really offended; she doesn’t like to be insulted.
“Look in front of you,” I order her, “It’s not for them to decide when you are ready. I want your sister to cum first though. Cum Ineke, you can have your orgasm.”

That last motivation is enough. I pull her panties down a bit and I can feel her lower body contracting and shaking. She pushes out some animal cries; first a roaring lioness and than higher and higher until it becomes a sweet complaining kitten. When she orgasms a flow of cum ejaculates to all sides; first a small thin flow, right in front of her in the sand. But then comes a big flood spraying everywhere; over my hand, against her own legs and over the cute little panties.

“Wow, the young lady was horny after all,” I say flipping my soaked wet arm.
She looks startled as she found out she ejaculated.
“Sorry Sir, can’t help it; don’t know what happened; this never happened before; oh I am really sorry Master.”
I flip my head back and laugh hard when I see her face red as tomato. Her first kink; her first squirt; well there is always a first for something.
“No problem,” I reassure her, “As long as it was hot.”
She nods heavily with an ever redder face now. It’s slowly sinking in what actually happened here: she’s in public, in the nude, with an audience, cumming and squirting over the arm of a complete stranger. 

“Please Sir, can I cum too, please?” jolien begs. “I really can’t hold it any longer.”
I pull my hand out of Ineke’s pussy. It plops out like there has been a vacuum. I push my other hand deeper in jolien’s box and use the left to stimulate her clit on the front.
“Why? You want to squirt too?”
She shakes her head; I know she doesn’t squirt. I just want some more delay while talking about an orgasm but not granting it. Now Ineke starts helping jolien. 

“Please Sir, let her cum too now.”
I can see jolien holding her breath and her head getting redder and redder; like a tomato ready to explode. The audience shout she shouldn’t be allowed, but I would not ask the impossible from my little girl.
“Cum and get your orgasm little girl; you deserved it.”
First she lets her breath escape slowly like a balloon slowly losing its air. Then she grasps for air and starts puffing, like she’s in labour. Then there is a long and roaring cry and a full explosion. For more than a minute this cry keeps on and then her lower body starts shaking and trembling. 

First the shaking starts at a very high pace and then slowly and irregular like the aftershocks of an earthquake. I pull my fingers out of her pussy and want her to lick them clean. She’s not fond of doing that, but she knows I’ll make her do it most of the times.
“Thank You Master for granting me an orgasm; it was great.”
Reluctantly she starts cleaning with long strokes of her tongue. It is now that Ineke realises she never thanked me for the orgasm. Even I had forgotten all about it.

“Right, sorry Sir; thank You too for making me cum.”
“Sorry will not do, young lady; sweet that you used the word but it’ll not help you now.” 
“If you make a mistake, you will pay; Master’s rules,” jolien clarifies. “He will make you say sorry but you will be punished nonetheless.”
“Yes alright smartass; I am perfectly capable of explaining myself. I suppose you would like a desert?”

Desert means the use of a number of floggers and whips after she had her orgasm. She finished the left hand and I now offer the right hand to Ineke to clean. She tastes carefully with the tip and then follows up with long strokes of her tongue enjoying it.
“Great Sir, I never tasted cum before ……. of a woman that is.” 

“A girl,” I correct, “All women I play with are girls, regardless of their age.”
She doesn’t answer and with a huge grin she goes on licking. In the meantime I use my left hand to untie her. At some place the rope left marks on the skin. Deep imprints at some places. When she gets up I can see her tits damaged and bruised especially the nipples and the area around it. The rest of her tits are quite green from the tree.
“We will smack those clean,” I promise while pinching and turning the nipples. 

But before that you can help me. I put these whips in a row in the right order; you will hand them to me when I say so. This is my sweet girl’s desert. Oh and just in case I would get tired; you will motivate me to whip her harder.”
She nods her head. I grab jolien’s hair – close to the skull – and pull her head back as far as possible; I whisper in her ear.
“Get ready for the desert; I have great plans with you today. If one of the strikes scores higher than an eight – on a scale from one to ten – you can use the safe-word orange. I don’t want to hear the safe-word red today, have I made myself clear?” 

As she doesn’t answer I smack her pussy with my flat hand and repeat the last question.
“Yes Sir,” she smirks, “Oh and by the way orange.”
“Leave the jokes to me smartass. We don’t count these after all.”
I give her three more at the same spot, just a tad harder. I know these three are over ten; but hey this is punishment and not pleasure. I work my way through the row of floggers and whips. I start with the floggers that warm up the skin but leave no marks; then the ones that colour the skin red. I close with a belt and a single tail leaving beautiful stripes in the skin. 

The single tail causes an occasional orange especially when I hit the same spot twice. At the end of it I see her slowly giving up. It is total submission as well as total surrender. I finish of with a hard smack on the ass. She moans and thanks me. When I untie her she falls into my arms, sighing and grasping for air. Ineke just stands there feeling left out and I invite her for a group hug. The bystanders applaud and one of them comes our way. I sign them to stay there and one after the other disappears. 

After five minutes jolien is ready to go again and she gives me a long and passionate kiss. Ineke also tries to kiss jolien, but I grab her hair and keep her at a distance.
“Don’t kiss her; she doesn’t like to kiss women. You can kiss me later when I cleaned up those filthy tits.”
I tell jolien to stand behind Ineke and hold her arms behind her back.
“And now, young lady, let’s give you some desert.”
She smiles; partially because she had hoped to get a desert and partially she’s nervous, not knowing what to expect.

“You’re going to smile? I’ll wipe that smirk of your face, young lady.”
I put my money where my mouth is and strike her three times hard across the face. 
“Thank You Sir,” she says, hoping I will not continue.
“Stick my tits out,” I order her, “I am going to enjoy this moment. Her tits are not available for punishment, so I’ll have the time of my life. Besides they really need to be cleaned.”

I spit on them and slap them hard from the top; they directly redden. Then I slap them from the side, smacking one tit against the other. She moans; I am sure it’s not pain but lust. I continue with her belly and turn her around. I order jolien to hold her arms again. The buttocks colour red ever so nicely.
I turn her around again, grab her nipples and pull them up. She is tiptoeing and moaning again; this time it is pain. I let her down and slap her inner thighs ordering her to spread her horny legs. Then I smack her soaking wet cunt; the little panties are up again but provide no protection. She immediately orgasms again and falls unto her knees in the sand.

“Thank you Master,” she stammers with her last power and then falls over.
I forgive her not having begged for permission to cum. In the meantime jolien started to gather all equipment. After a few minutes I help Ineke up and hug her. At the end of this hug she gives me very long and very wet, intense, French kiss. The girls get dresses and carry the rucksacks and the rest of the equipment. I walk behind them to the car and just hold a single-tail. Every now and then I play a bit and let the tip of the whip warm their asses. The girls are walking arm in arm, gossiping and giggle each time they feel the whip. I bet they gossip about me and Ineke’s boyfriend. I leave them to it; sub-sisters need to have their own secret moments.

When we get back to the car, Ineke wants to say goodbye. Her friend’s car is parked there, but there is no sign of him. She says she will wait for him, but I feel that’s a bad idea.
“Where do you live?” I ask.
“In Arnhem she says; but if you take me to a train station I’ll be fine. He makes me go home by train too.”
“Well hop in then,” I say opening the backdoor, “The girls on the backseat.”
As I drive to the nearest station in the next city I cast my attention to the traffic and I repeat in my head this great session. It had been awesome; I recollected the great feeling of introducing a newbie to this world and pop her cherries. 

The girls lie in each others arms, whispering and giggling. After I dropped Ineke off at the station and we are well on our way to jolien’s home, I ask her if she exchanged telephone numbers.“No, but you do know her, right?”
When jolien and I are together and no others present there is no You or Sir, or Master.
“No I don’t know her; I just met her there in the woods.”
“Oh,” jolien smirked, “I thought you had it all arranged like that, a set up.”
“Shit now we’ll never know who she really is.”

It was the first and last time I met Ineke at least that was what I expected. How was I to know to find her back on my doorstep, exactly nine months after this event.

Starmaster, Berlin, 13 juni 2009.