Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 2
By The Technician

BDSM FFF/F D/s / Mild / Snow / Cold / Another Interlude with no sex.

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Another basically NO REAL SEX INTERLUDE in the story

Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the ninth in this series and continues the adventures of The Three J’s and Sara at Mountain Lodge Resort.

This story might make more sense if you have read the previous days of “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing,” especially “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing Day 6 Part 1.”

Again, there is basically NO SEX IN THIS SEGMENT. This is the second half of what was supposed to be a minor plot and character development. I may turn these stories into a book someday, so I am leaving the section, but putting it in its own segment that you can just skip if you want to.

If you just want the sex skip to Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 6, Part 3. Judy and Julie tell the others what happened in the afternoon and Sara tries to get things back in balance in the red ass cheeks department..

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.
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It was after 7:00 when the snowmobiles came roaring back into the yard. Judy and Julie jumped off and scampered up the steps into the cabin while Ron and Kevin turned the units around and roared back up the hill.

“You’re running really late,” observed Joan and they hurried into the cabin.

“We know! We know!” they both yelled in unison. “We’ll explain everything later.”

“Joan and I have already showered and gotten most of the way ready,” yelled Sara. We will stay out of your way.”

“Yeah,” said Joan to herself. “All I have to do is figure out what I can wear under this skirt.” She was currently standing in an off-white pleated skirt with a bright red blouse above it. She was carefully wiping off a pair of four inch heels that exactly matched the skirt. Beneath the skirt was an equally bright red bottom and nothing else.

Joan had returned to the snow in the back yard several times since she ordered Sara to punish her. Sitting in the snow took away the sting, but sitting anywhere else was brutal. She walked into the living room and looked at herself in the mirror. She fluffed her hair slightly and then turned around, lifted the skirt, and looked at herself in the mirror over her shoulder. The globes of her ass were red and swollen with dark purple splotches starting to form right on her “sit spot.”

Sara came into the room. “I should have stopped after 25,” she said. “I knew you had been punished enough, but you said ten every ten minutes for two and a half hours, so I kept going.” She hung her head and lifted up her eye at Joan like a small child caught by a parent. “Besides, for each of those ten minutes, I was riding the Sybian up to the heights of heaven.”

She sighed and stepped forward with her hand held out. Joan didn’t quite catch what she said at first, but as Sara placed something in her palm, she said “These will help take away the pain. They are left over from when I screwed up my back last summer. They are really powerful, but NO alcohol. Without any alcohol, these things will get your buzz on, but with even one drink, not only will it totally blotto you, it can kill you.”

Joan took the two pills and walked back into the kitchen for some water. After taking the pills, she went over to the stairway to the basement. “I’m going to go downstairs for a few minutes and sit on an ice pack,” she told Sara as she started down the steps.

“Take a towel with you,’ said Sara, as she started down the steps. “Or you will get that skirt wet when you put it back on.”

“Got it covered,” answered Joan.

Joan entered the basement area, took off her skirt and draped it over the couch, and then, naked from the waist down, went outside through the doorway under the deck. She walked a little ways out into the snow and sat down. There were several other depressions in the snow nearby where she had “sat on an ice pack” earlier in the day.