New Sight
By Nessa
July 2003____****____
Tris turned over in the big bed and stretched. It seemed to her that she must have been sleeping for days. She sat up and felt very sore. The pain brought memories flooding back to her. “Oh, right” she thought “Dalton.” She looked around the big room. It was Nessa’s. Of course they would bring her here for care since Nessa would be able to watch over her more easily if she didn’t have to go to Tris’ room at the other end of the Lodge.Nessa was nowhere around now, however and Tris wanted out of bed. She didn’t have much spring and she was only a little dizzy but she managed to get her legs over the edge of the bed and stand. The commode was just a few feet away and a full bladder was motivating. Tris noticed pain on one of her thighs as she moved slowly. She finally made it to the commode. When she lifted her gown and sat she saw the bandage on her thigh. It was the place where Dalton burned her with the firebrand.
Getting dressed was slow but possible. It seemed that her breeches were a bit bigger than they once were. They were clean and laid out for her so someone, probably Killy, figured she would be getting around soon. Nessa never did anyone’s laundry but her own and that was only when tris wasn’t around to do it. Tris chuckled at the thought of the big Celt working at such a task.
Just as Tris tied her shirt together the door opened. There stood Nessa with arms full of firewood. “So, you’ve made it up have ye lass? Good to see!” she said as she rolled the wood down into the box by the fireplace. “The whole place has been anxious and concerned about ye.”
Tris loved the brogue of the Irish warrior. It made her smile to hear it this morning. She knew she wasn’t the only one folks were concerned with though. “How is Aria Nessa?”
“She is one stubborn woman, lass. She is doing well now, though I’m sure she would love to have a visit from you as soon as ye feel like ye can walk the distance.”
“I feel like it now, Nessa. I have been down too long. I want to see her. Will you take me?”
“Sure, lass. Take hold of my arm.”
Together they walked the corridor to Aria’s room. Tris looked down into the big dining area as they walked. She saw many of her beloved Kindred. Who was that talking to Killy in the corner table? Something leaped in Tris that never leaped before. It felt like something separate from her yet alive inside her. “Who is that down there talking to Killian, Nessa? She asked.
Nessa looked over the rail. “Oh, that’s Dagger. I know you have seen her around.”
Tris was sure she had seen Dagger. But something was different now. Something was deeply different. She turned arm in arm toward Aria’s chamber. She wanted to go downstairs after her visit with Aria and maybe get a drink and say hello to her beloved friend, Killian who might still be talking to Dagger. She hoped so.
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Aria was sitting up and sipping soup. She looked like she might have been through a gauntlet of one mean-ass army. Still, she was talking and making plans on how she would like the bed moved closer to the window so that she could see out better and get a view of the garden. Nessa agreed to shove and push until she got it just as Aria wanted. Then, of course the over-stuffed chair would have to be moved.Tris just said she would get herself down to say hello to Killian and backed out of the door from all the activity. It seemed that Nessa hardly noticed and that was just as well as far as Tris was concerned.
Killian looked up from her conversation and saw Tris more or less hobbling down the stairs. She got up and hurried to help her friend. When she got there she said, “What can you be thinking coming down here by yourself?” But she saw that Tris’ eyes were focused on Dagger. One didn’t have to be a psychic to notice the attraction. “Well come on then sweet one, I’ll help you over to my table” she said. They moved slowly but Tris seemed to get more glowing with each step.
Dagger stood when she saw Killian bringing the young seamstress to the table. She politely pulled out a chair. “Jeeze” she thought, “this girl is really hurt. Damn, she sure has pretty eyes.” Daggers own eyes made a sweep of the little figure. She felt a glow of her own. Dagger bowed formally and introduced herself. She told Tris that she had heard about the horrible trouble the seamstress endured at the hands of the brutish Dalton.
Tris was amazed at how comfortable she was with this adorable… was she a warrior? She seemed too humble to be a warrior and yet too independent to be a wench. Ah well, it didn’t matter. She liked her and that felt like enough. She felt a clenching at her core when Dagger took a lingering glance at the cleavage showing from her shirt.
Killian tore her gaze away from this most incredible event. Caitlin was waiting for her at the waterfall and she said she would have to excuse herself. She made Dagger promise to help Tris back to Nessa’s room. This could not have pleased any one of them more.
After Killian left, Dagger was at her most charming best. The conversation between the two women seemed to flow like a sweet stream from a special place in each of them. It was never easy for Tris to laugh but Dagger had her chuckling. Then it turned a little more serious and Tris told her story to Dagger who listened intently. Tris appeared to be losing wind.
“You look a bit tired, Tris.” The concern from Dagger was touchingly sincere. “I’ll help you up to Nessa’s room now” she said as she stood up.
“Alright my new friend, but there is just one thing.” Tris looked deeply into Dagger’s blue eyes. “I want you to help me to my own room please.”
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Dagger held her arm out for Tris. “Lean on me if you need. I won’t let you fall.” Tris stood slowly and took the proffered arm. Together they walked step by step to the upper level where Tris lived. Not a Lodger present missed a move. It appeared that the little jokester had more to her than she showed very many. She was sensitive to the young seamstress, and patient.Tris felt her heart beating hard within her. She was never very good at seducing anyone but she wanted to seduce this gentle multi-leveled person. She wanted to feel Dagger’s skin against her own. She wanted to explore and discover with Dagger. She didn’t know how to come right out and ask but it wasn’t as if the sparks between them didn’t speak volumes about the way they both felt.
Dagger turned the handle on the big door to Tris’ chambers. The room was on the north side of the building and there was a chill in the air. Dagger led Tris to the soft chair and quickly had a fire going. When it was going good, the Dagster stood and turned to look at the beautiful seamstress. The firelight cast a kind of light on the girl that brought out even more beauty. Dagger pulled in a breath as if to hold the moment.
“What is it Dagger?” Tris asked.
“Oh… uh, nothing Tris. I… I guess I should be on my way now.”
“But you can’t go now. I need more help.” Tris lied.
“Certainly, what else can I do.”
Tris thought for a moment and took the risk. “I can’t undress myself Dagger” she said softly. “I want you to do it.”
Dagger wasn’t exactly well versed in the art of undressing a woman nor of initiating sex but she knew it was going to happen now even if she had to stumble through it like a blind dog in a round cave. Her excitement was obvious. Immediately she moved to the seated girl and knelt down before her. “These slippers need to go first.” She pulled off one and then the other, her eyes never leaving Tris’. She lifted a small foot and sweetly kissed each toe. She could see a light in those hazel eyes that she would only dream of before today.
“Now the shirt, Dagger” Tris breathed.
Dagger leaned forward, still on her knees and pulled at the tie at the top of the laced shirt. More and more of that delicious breast showed as she unlaced the top. Gods this girl was beautiful! Dagger pulled the shirt out from the waist of the silk pants and asked huskily, “Can you lift your arms so that I can pull it off you?” Tris lifted her arms easily and the shirt was off.
Daggers excitement thrilled Tris. No one ever looked at her quite so adoringly. She was more used to a hungry, ravishing look. She misread Dagger if she thought for a moment that Dagger couldn’t be driven to just such action. But the young switch was taking her time. Then suddenly, Tris felt a breast grabbed and squeezed until the nipple popped out all ready for sucking and Dagger complied. She sucked until she heard a moan from Tris. Rising up she wrapped her arms around the lass and held her firmly while she kissed the most luscious mouth she ever tasted.
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Breaking away from that kiss was difficult. Dagger felt Tris’ small body giving and somehow taking too. She pulled her head back and croaked “Alright, that takes care of the slippers and the shirt. I am leaving this all up to you… for now, but if those pants don’t come off pretty quickly, you’ll find yourself fucked through a ripped pair of breeches. Now, ask me what you want me to do next.”Tris blinked in excited surprise. “Dagger, will you please help me out of these pants?”
Dagger lifted the girl and carried her to the big feather bed. She opened the silk pants at the waist and pulled them down slowly. She noticed the bandage on the inside of the soft thigh and whispered. “Dalton?”
“Yes”
“I’ll be careful.”
“Dagger, how is it that someone like you lives here and I never noticed you before now?” Tris asked.
“Maybe your interest was in warriors and how best to please them and win them and make their world better. Maybe you never really looked at me because I am not one of them” Dagger answered. “But right now there is something happening and I want it but I am not sure why I am not nervous… I mean, it almost makes me nervous that I am not nervous with you. Does that make sense?” Dagger never stopped looking at Tris’ sweet little body as she spoke.
Tris lay back on the pillow and pulled Dagger over her. “Maybe you trust me… maybe you just know you can be who you want to be… or who I want you to be.”
Dagger sensed the spark between them was igniting more deeply. “And just how would you have me be little girl?” The way Tris seemed to put her mouth in a pout made Dagger think she wanted to be taken… and more. “Do you need a good spanking? Are you willing to be my naughty little girl and get the spanking I want to give you?”
Tris could hardly contain her joy. “Yes, Dagger. I really can be so naughty and need to be taken across your lap for a good hard spanking. Will you do it?”
Dagger could feel the juice coming out of her. Tris was such a hot little woman. “Nothing would please me more” she said, “but you have to do as I say and obey me when I tell you to do something. I want to talk to you like you are my bad girl too. I mean, either I am going to dominate you or I am not. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Dagger” came the demure reply.
“Then you will get over my lap this minute. I will help you.” The Dagster helped tris rise and then put her gently over her lap. “Why do you need this Tris?” Dagger asked.
“Because I need to feel safe with somebody who will take care of me and I need to feel like a little girl who has been bad and getting punished.”
“Are you my bad little girl?”
“yes” Tris lay across Dagger’s lap waiting and getting anxious. “Can you spank me now?”
“I will spank you when I am ready my naked little girl. Now open your legs so that I can see your cunt.” Dagger could hardly believe the fantasy was coming true and Tris was the same as she was. It was plain to see that Tris was very wet. “Oh yes, you are very bad. You are going to get a hard spanking. Keep those legs open wide for this. That naughty little pussy needs to feel some good slaps too.” Dagger could feel Tris trembling from excitement and need.
The spanking began with firm slaps to each cheek, not too hard yet. Dagger wanted to gauge and temper when she needed too. She talked to her captive as she spanked her. “You know that you will be getting this often now don’t you? I might even decide to spank you every day for a while.” The reddening that started to appear excited Dag. “Are you ready for harder spanks yet?”
“Yes my Dagger, yes.” Tris’ voice quivered. She was emotional. She was being spanked with care. She never knew of such a thing before but it meant more to her than she could have said. She began to cry.
The sound of the sobbing served to make Dagger want to lay the girl on her sore bottom and watch her face during the fucking Dag had planned. She stopped the spanking and pulled Tris up. She demanded that the little seamstress lay on her back on the bed. Dagger quickly removed her own clothes. She looked down at the beautiful, moaning lass and ordered her to open her legs wide.
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Tris felt her burning bottom on the rough blanket beneath her. She heard dagger speak and remembered to obey. She spread her legs open as far as she could. She knew she was wet. She was wet because of that spanking but more because of this person, Dagger who was so tender and so forceful at once. She was deeply moved to be with Dagger at this moment. She felt no shyness. She wanted Dagger’s touch more than she ever wanted anything.Dagger was not going to disappoint her beautiful new friend. She was so hot from spanking Tris, she could barely keep from jumping on the girl. Instead, she held steady and crawled slowly between those spread legs, being careful not to touch the bandaged area. She pressed three fingers against Tris’ wet opening. She straddled the uninjured thigh and waited.
Tris moved her hips seductively and asked, “are you going to fuck me Dagger?” She moved so that her clitoris was rubbing nicely against one of Daggers fingers. The wetness was divine. She felt Daggers wet juices slick as the switch rocked on her. Her eyes were closed but she was told to open them. She wanted to be good for Dagger.
“Look at me now. Tris” Dagger demanded in a sultry way. She waited until she saw the lust glazed hazel eyes focusing on her own. “Now ask me again.”
The prone girl again pouted like a child and continued to move against those wonderful fingers. “Are you going to fuck me, Dagger?” Her eyes never left Dagger’s blue gaze.
“Is your bottom still sore?”
“Yes, Dagger. It hurts to move it like this but it feels so good too.”
“I think you need to be spanked again” Dagger breathed. Quickly she got off Tris and rolled the naked girl onto her tummy.
“Oh, no I don’t Dagger. Please I want you to fuck me now.”
Dagger was on her knees beside her beautiful Tris. She held her at the small of her back and began a spanking that would be making Tris’ bottom blaze before she was finished. “You told me you were a bad girl. You said you needed to be spanked. Were you lying to me, Tris?” she panted.
“No, no. I didn’t lie, Dagger” Tris cried out. Dagger was not stopping and the spanking was getting harder. Tris grabbed the pillow and cried into it. Her sweet round ass was on fire. But this was the handsome Dagger and she just got wetter as it went on, even through the pain… because of it.
Dagger’s lust was reaching a pinnacle. The sight of the swelling redness all over Tris’ pretty bottom and the girl’s compliance drove her. Finally she stopped hitting and waited for Tris to quiet down to small sobs. She rubbed her hands on the sore bottom. It was so hot! “Listen to me now my girl” she said. “I want you to put your fingers down on your naughty wet pussy and finger yourself. I want to ride your ass with my pussy. I want to feel the heat of it on me.” Dagger watched while Tris positioned her hand in the right place. At once, she straddled the poor red ass and rocked against it. It felt so good, She heard Tris moan in pain and pleasure beneath her.
Tris fingered her clit just as only she knew how. She could feel Dagger’s juices running down between her ass cheeks. She felt herself starting to come. She heard Dagger yell out in ecstasy rocking against her hot ass. The come that throbbed through her felt like it went on and on. It was wonderful. She nearly passed out.
The next thing she remembered was lying in Daggers loving arms in her own feather bed. She felt sore, sated and sleepy. She drifted off while being gently kissed about her face. Her last thought was, “Oh please, Great Mother. Let this be real.”
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End of New Sight- by Nessa
