Training the new maid.

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A/N And time the twins’ dialogue appears between ** ** they are thinking to each other.

What would they do next? One smirked as he thought up an extension to his original request.

“Naomi, while the catalogue you gave us was most informational, you have neglected to assess our attentions to you. Please, continue. Your information will assist us in designing today’s punishment.” There, that should slow her a bit.

She nodded, then continued in much the same vein, but a slight blush crept into her cheeks.

“One. Age?” She paused to look at him inquiringly. He hadn’t planned for that. Surely as observant as she was, she knew by now they weren’t human?

“389 years,” he replied flatly. Her eyes widened and he felt infinitely old compared to her, pictured her imagining him crumbling into dust on the spot, then chided himself for thinking like a stupid human. What did he care what she thought? Hadn’t that been her question to him too? He didn’t.

She nodded and continued “One, age 389, spanking with hand and belt, occurred eight days ago on a Tuesday at approximately six PM in what seems to be a multidimensional dwelling that is able to exist in at least two places at the same time, possibly more. Assessment—painful, frightening, surprisingly enjoyable and not at all boring.”

As she continued with what One realized was going to be a very long list if she included every nuzzle in detail, he waved his hand and said, “Enough, stop.” She stopped and continued to gaze off into space again. Just where had she learned that trick? It really was useful; he honestly had no idea what she was thinking. Somehow she was actually keeping the upper hand in this game. It should be easy to change that.

“Come here. Sit down.” Two pointed to his lap. She walked forward and began to sit on his lap. “No, not like that,” One stood up and spun her around, “like this.” He had her sit on Two’s lap ass first, facing him as he towered over her, then tipped her head up to look in her eyes as he bent down and briefly kissed her.

“Umm, yes, like that, exactly” Two said as he hooked his fingers into the top of her panties and began to slide them down.

“Lift your ass,” Two commanded.

As she pressed into him and arched her back, he began to suck on the back of her neck and slid her panties down to mid-thigh. One took it from there, flicking his razor open, he cut the panties off her in two quick cuts. She was completely naked now except for the heels. They would leave those for now.

“Now, we punish you,” Two said as he slid both hands up over her breasts, circled her nipples with his forefingers until they were fully erect. Then he alternately stroked them, pulling each finger over the sensitive tip, really teasing her.

Naomi moaned with pleasure, she’d never felt anything like this, 389 years? No wonder they were so skilled. She arched her back and whimpered, unknowingly opening her legs to show One exactly what he wanted.

He lifted first one leg, then the other over Two’s legs until she was straddling Two, her pelvis arched forward. Then he began to kiss and lick his way toward her clit.

Naomi moaned and shivered, this was punishment, she shouldn’t be doing this, but it felt so good she couldn’t say no. One reached her clit, licked it with the tip of his tongue and slid a finger into her. He began to thrust in time as he licked and sucked on her swelling clit.

“Are we punishing you?” Two whispered, “Do you enjoy your punishment? Assess us.”

“Pleasurable, terrifying, please stop,” she whimpered. Instead of stopping, he started nibbling at her earlobe, continued stroking and caressing her breasts, slightly pinching the erect nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her. One added another finger, his thumb stroking her anus as his tongue licked her into distraction.

Right before she orgasmed, One paused and lifted his head. His lips were wet with her, he slid along her body until he reached her mouth then kissed her hungrily, both hands in her hair then moved one hand back to her groin and continued stroking her clit until once again she was at the edge of an orgasm. He paused and murmured, “Tell us you want it,” as he rested his hand in her pubic hair, “Say it or we stop.”

Naomi bit her lip, One was staring her right in the eyes, “No,” she said flatly.

He smiled and leaned back, “You truly wish us to stop?”

Her entire body ached for release; he could see it, knew she wanted it but wanted her to admit it to herself as well as to him. “There is nothing wrong with pleasure, surely you know this as intelligent as you are?”

He leaned back down and kissed her again, felt her open her mouth to him voluntarily as he deepened the kiss. After a few minutes, he paused again, “Say it, or this time we truly do stop.”

“I want you,” She said it so softly he could barely hear her. He began to stroke her clit with his thumb as he thrust two of his fingers inside her rhythmically. With his other hand he pulled her chin up and forced her to look into his eyes as he leaned over her.

“Tell us again,” Two demanded, “louder.”

“I want you,” she moaned as she bucked against One’s hand, he felt her begin to orgasm around his fingers as she threw her head back and groaned, “Want you, please don’t stop, please.” One kept thrusting until she lay limply in Two’s arms, then leaned back to gaze at her as he slowly licked her off his fingers with obvious relish.

“Undress us. Now. It is our turn for release.” One said softly, then stood up. She looked dazed, then a little afraid.

“Just undress us, we will teach you what to do.” Two said softly into her ear. She turned around shyly and began to unbutton his vest. One sat down next to Two and pulled her half onto his lap as well so she was kneeling between both their legs. They idly played with her hair, ran a hand over the curve of her breasts, or along the smooth skin of her neck, exploring her body and distracting her from undressing them.

She paused and looked like she was about to say something, then thought better of it.

“What do you have to say?” Two asked.

“I, I don’t want to have sex with you,” she stammered.

“Well, it’s a bit late for that dear, you already did and still are.” One said amused.

“I mean, I, I’m,” she was completely, charmingly flustered. This was the first time they has seen her genuinely flustered.

“We know you are a virgin. There are many, many pleasurable things for us to do before we enjoy that with you.” Two purred.

“We do not need to force you.” One added silkily.

They watched her bite her lower lip as she considered, charming habit.

“Finish undressing us. Now.” One snapped and smacked her ass hard.

Undoing the last button on Two’s vest, she pushed it off his shoulders. He leaned forward and allowed her to slide it off his arms, then shifted her temporarily into One’s lap as he stood up and neatly laid the coat and vest over a chair. She began to undress One. As she did, One gently stroked her face, running a finger over her full lips, then leaned forward to kiss her briefly as she reached the last already undone button and ran her hands over his shoulders pushing the vest off.

Two sat back down and One shifted her into his lap as he stood to remove his vest and coat as well. Two had her straddle him and put both hands on her ass as he pulled her tight against him. “Kiss us,” he whispered, squeezing her ass. He could feel a slight scar where One had cut her with the belt and was pleased to have marked her as thiers in this small way.

She smiled shyly, then kissed him, at first tentatively, then with more and more confidence and passion, finallidiliding her tongue into his open mouth. Shivered as he sucked on it, yes, that was good, he felt her slightly buck her hips and decided that patience would eventually be more enjoyable than forcing her.