—Anniversaire ou pas anniversaire, les règles s’appliquent, Julie…
—Pfff… Les règles, j’t’en fou–ficherai, moi, des règles…
—… T’es belle quand t’es ronchon…
—C’est pas vrai…
—Si, si ; t’es belle quand tu boudes…
—J’boude pas, d’abord !
—Comment ça se fait que tu sois si belle, alors ?
—Pff… Tu veux dire que je suis belle que quand je boude?!
—Euh, non, c’est pas ce que—
—T’es vraiment gonflé, Thomas… Me dire que je suis moche, le jour de mon anniversaire !
—Mais non, je…
—Ah bah désolée d’être une souillon, hein, et de te dégouter… Le goût de mes lèvres doit être une torture à chaque fois que tu m’embrasses…
—…
—Un peu trop dramatique ?
—Un peu, oui, Julie…
—C’est l’émotion… Je suis une princesse très sensible, moi…
—Émotions ou pas, ça fait cinq minutes que tu devrais être sur mes genoux, la belle au bois grognant…
—Mais…
—Tu veux me faire croire que t’en rêves pas depuis ce matin ?
—Bah si, mais c’est plus drôle si je mérite, non ? Idiot, va…»
Et donc, juste avant que la main vengeresse ne s’abatte, elle a le sourire jusqu’aux oreilles. C’est son anniversaire, et elle a eu exactement ce qu’elle voulait.
When Tiffany walked into the living room, her stepmother was sat on the sofa, her back straight, hands slightly curled over her knees. Her head was bent down, her eyes gazing at the deep-pile light grey carpet. She was frowning. Tiffany could also see her stepmum’s cheeks blushing, but the older woman didn’t make a sound or acknowledge her stepdaughter coming in. Tiffany remembered being in that exact position numerous times when her stepmum had told her to “wait for her in the lounge”. There had been no need to say what she would be waiting for. Instinctively, she put her hand to her rear and rubbed it softly before remembering herself. Her stepmother still didn’t say a word. Tiffany crossed her arms.
“Well?” she said, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Her stepmother, Kelly, pursed her lips, clearly wanting to make a comment, but knowing she would come to regret it if she did.
“You don’t want to explain yourself, Kelly?”
Still nothing.
“I remember you were quite fond of making me tell you why I was getting punished…”
“It was always for a good reason…” her stepmother muttered.
“Oh, I’m sure …” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure you had a very good reason to spank me in front of all my friends that one time!”
“You…” Kelly started, then went quiet. There was no need to rehash an old argument. Besides, who has sleepovers at their mum and dad’s at twenty years of age? With alcohol, loud music, and all… And that was years in the past now.
“Anyway…” Tiffany said, “You know why you’re here, but I think I’d like to hear it from you…”
“I’m here because I don’t have a choice…” Kelly said, dryly.
“That’s one way of putting it…” Tiffany snapped. “You know, I can still wait for Dad to be home, if you’d rather?”
Kelly stiffened. “No…” she said in a small voice. She turned her head away slightly.
“Look at me,” Tiffany said. Kelly didn’t move.
“Look at me!” Tiffany repeated, in sterner voice. Her stepmother reluctantly did as she was told. Her eyes were glistening. Was it fear? Was it anger? Either way, Tiffany liked it. Truth be told, she had liked Kelly, loved her even, despite the numerous tanning her backside had received over the years. Her stepmum had raised her and her little sister like her own. She had loved them; she had given them all that she could without conditions. Couldn’t deny that. And, more importantly, she had made her old man happy for years and years, and that was what mattered. That was the only reason they were having this little tête-à-tête rather than a whole-family discussion.
“Now tell me why we’re here,” Tiffany ordered, “And don’t you dare look away.”
“I…” Kelly started, her cheeks blushing ever more, and tears welling up in her green eyes. Tiffany glared.
“I’m here because…” Kelly continued, “because I…”
“Yes?” Tiffany said, losing patience.
“B-because I… I was… Stupid…”
“You can say that again,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes.
“I never meant to hurt John!” Kelly pleaded. A tear rolled down her cheek.
“If that were true you wouldn’t have cheated on him, would you?!” Tiffany said furiously.
“He… He doesn’t know…”
“No, he doesn’t, yet” Tiffany said coldly, “And if you do exactly as you’re told, he will never know. But if you do anythingelse to hurt my dad in any way…”
“I won’t!” Kelly cried, “I love your dad, you know that…”
“Oh please… How could I believe that right now?” said Tiffany with a huff.
“I… It was a mistake!” her stepmother sobbed, “I want to make things better, I do, Tiffany… That’s… That’s why I’m here…” she continued.
“So, you know what’s going to happen, yes?” the younger girl asked.
“Y-yes…” Kelly said, hesitantly, brushing a tear away.
“Tell me, then?” Tiffany said with a hint of glee in her voice.
“You… You are going to s-spank me…” Kelly answered, softly, as though she couldn’t admit it to herself yet.
“On the bare…” her stepdaughter grinned.
“Yes…” Kelly said.
“Yes ma’am” Tiffany corrected her.
“Y-yes ma’am…” Kelly said, biting her lip.
“Right…” Tiffany nodded.
“But your father must never know!” Kelly begged, then added, “Ma’am…?”
Tiffany didn’t dignify it with a response. Instead, she sat down on the sofa beside her stepmother and nodded. “You know how it goes, right? Even though it was usually the other way around…”
Kelly said nothing, and with a little sigh and an almost inaudible moan, she pressed herself over her stepdaughter’s lap. Her dress clung to her shapely bottom, revealing the contours of the underwear she knew would be dangling between her legs very soon. A shiver of fear went up her spine. Oh, how she regretted her affair now. It seemed so stupid. One night of raunchy fun against a lifetime of happiness and commitment. How foolish she had been to take that turn. She wasn’t proud, and she doubted the shame would ever go away.
“Well?” Tiffany asked, and Kelly realised she hadn’t heard what her stepdaughter had been asking.
“S-sorry, hum… What was that dear?” she said with what she hoped was enough contrition.
“I asked you if you had anything more to say?” Tiffany hissed, less than impressed.
“I…” Kelly hesitated. There was no getting out of this, just like there was no rewinding the past to fix her mistakes. All she could do now was suffer the consequences and be grateful that Tiffany was even offering her this chance rather than destroying her reputation, her relationship… She shook her head. Then she squeaked “I love your father…” in a flood of tears.
If Tiffany took pity on her, the first slap that landed on her behind didn’t show it at all. The loud sound of it echoed in the living-room and she cried out in pain. The next one was just as hard, as were the two dozen after that, palmful after palmful of her stepdaughter’s wrath raining down on her guilty bottom. She cried and yelped and kicked her legs, knowing full well that it was but a start to her punishment. Twenty more slaps came down before she felt Tiffany grabbing the skirt of her dress and lifting it up. She clenched and unclenched her round buttocks, trying to make the pain go away. It was in vain, but she relished the few seconds of respite.
Tiffany passed a finger along her knickers and readjusted them, a familiar gesture that Kelly used to do when punishing the girls. It was like a bizarre, shared tradition passed from mother to daughter, she thought, and it made her feel good for a few seconds. Then the pain exploded again, the sound of her stepdaughter’s hand against her exposed flesh crisp and sharp. It hurt more than before, and Tiffany was relentless, just as Kelly knew she would be. And just as she knew she deserved. Under Tiffany’s hand, her sitspots were on fire, her fleshy bottom was agony. With only the thin fabric of her knickers protecting her behind and what was left of her dignity, Kelly was under no illusion that things would get better any time soon.
In a way, the worst part was the silence. Not dead silence, of course, as slap after slap sounded and echoed around the room, but Tiffany was quiet, focused on giving her wayward mother the punishment of a lifetime. No scolding, no comments, just utter discipline, and a commitment to making every inch of her stepmum’s bottom an ocean of pain. Kelly felt oddly proud. Slaps fell down on her thighs, on her bare cheeks, over her knickers; she kicked her legs, she fidgeted, she clenched her teeth and held on to the sofa’s fabric. She let go, she cried out, she begged then fell silent. Again, and again the cycle continued. Through it, Tiffany’s hand fell like a merciless metronome. Then she paused.
Between sobs, Kelly tried to speak. “Tiff-sniff– Tiffany… I’m so sorry…”
“What was it you used to say?” Tiffany whispered.
“I…” Kelly sniffled again.
“Think before you act and you won’t have to be sorry, right? Isn’t that what you used to say, mum?”
The fact that Tiffany had called her mum for the first time that day didn’t escape Kelly. It made the punishment all the more worth it if it mended their relationship in the slightest…
“Y-yes ma’am…” she said softly, “That’s… that’s what I used to say…”
Tiffany nodded, grabbing her stepmum’s knickers with both hands and sliding them down one side at a time until they rested midway down Kelly’s thighs. The older woman pressed her legs together and clenched her bruised bottom, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
“When you’re in the corner, later,” said Tiffany, “I’ll make sure to take some pictures”.
“Wh-what for?” Kelly asked, horrified.
“If I hear anything from dad I don’t like…” Tiffany said, letting the threat hang.
“There won’t be anything… I promise…” Kelly whimpered.
“There better not be…” Tiffany said, tapping her stepmum’s bright red cheeks. Kelly winced with every tap.
“And I think we should make this a weekly thing for the foreseeable future,” Tiffany added, “To make sure you keep in line…”
Kelly screwed her eyes shut but didn’t argue. In a twisted way, it was a relief, and she wanted it. She wanted to see her daughter. She wanted to know that Tiffany still cared about her relationship with her father enough to come and punish her every week. It was humiliating, it hurt like nothing else, but deep down, it was comforting.
Then the spanking resumed, and all ideas of comfort and relief vanished in a wave of deserved pain. Burning, stinging, her bottom was nothing but misery. She doubted she would be able to sit ever again, just as she doubted she would look Tiffany in the eyes again after the humiliation she was enduring. Was there anything left to hide, was there any pride left to burn? Could anything be more shameful than being disciplined by your own daughter? Still, as the spanking continued, and as her flesh was marked with a darker and darker red, she whispered “I love you, Tiffany”, and she could have sworn that, between two loud and painful slaps, she heard her daughter whisper back “I love you too”.
Question : ça veut dire quoi, « trop » ? Elle est où, la ligne ? Parce que c’est bien gentil de me dire « tu pousses, là, Julie… » ou « attention, Julie, t’es limite, là ». Mais c’est pas très clair, quoi… Je pousse quoi ? Je suis à la limite de quoi ? C’est très vague, moi j’dis… C’est quoi la prochaine ? « Attention, Julie, tu vas bientôt dépasser les bornes des limites ? »
Je suis pas un poisson rouge, mais c’est pas évident de me rappeler de tous les différentes règles, tu vois… Sur les routes il y a des panneaux qui te les rappellent, les limites de vitesse… Moi j’dis que si j’ai pas de rappel, c’est pas juste que je sois punie…
Quoi ? Non je ne me moque pas… Je pose des questions, c’est tout… Et—
Non, c’était pas très poli, ce que j’ai dit…
… Mais si, je l’adore, ta mère…
Bah non, je savais pas que t’étais en haut-parleur !…
Oui, j’ai mal aux fesses, oui…
…
Même sans me retourner, je le vois, ton air satisfait, Thomas…
Non, ça ira, merci, je pense que tu t’es bien fait comprendre il y a cinq minutes… Pas la peine d’en rajouter…
… Mais bon, quand même, tu dois bien avouer que—
Les mains sur la tête, oui, oui… Mais…
Aïe !! Okay, okay, je dis plus rien !
…
C’est juste que… parfois j’abuse un peu et tu rigoles… Et parfois, paf !, je me retrouve avec les fesses dans cet état… Un peu de clarté, ce serait mieux pour tout le monde, non ?… C’est comme si la limitation de vitesse changeait au jour le jour.
Ha ha, très drôle… Non, j’étais pas à 200 à l’heure… J’étais à 5 au dessus, max… Et pas en zone urbaine ! Z’êtes juste un peu inégal, m’sieur l’agent ! Un jour ça passe, et le lendemain…
Mais non, Thomas, je veux pas que tu deviennes un tyran, rhooo… Qui exagère, là ?
Je dis pas que je veux jamais être punie non plus… Ce serait pas marrant… C’est juste que parfois je dis bien pire que ce que j’ai dit tout à l’heure… Et tu rigoles… Mais là, bim ! Fessée !
Rhooo… Fais pas le grognon… Je sais que je méritais… Mais je sais aussi qu’au fond t’adores quand je suis—
Non, pas une chipie, non… J’ai pas 5 ans, merci… J’vais pas t’appeler ‘monsieur’ non plus… Mais, comme je disais, au fond, t’adores quand j’abuse…
Mais si…
Mais si…
Mais s… Oh, dis donc, Thomas, les mensonges c’est n— aïe !! Aïe-euh, mes fesses ! Arrête !! Je dis plus rien !
…
C’est pas juste…
Mais non, j’abuse pas, là !… Je fais la conversation…
Bah oui, j’y suis, au coin… J’ai pas bougé… Je me suis pas retournée, j’ai les mains sur la tête, tout comme tu m’as dit… Bah oui je parle mais je voudrais pas que tu t’ennuies… Je t’aime bien trop pour ça, mon lapinouchounet d’amour…
Comment ça je suis limite encore ? Un ton moqueur ? Moi ? Jamais…
J’ai pas vu de panneau « moquerie interdite », de tout façon… Puis tu m’as déjà punie alors bon…
Moi, je pense que tu veux pas en parler parce que tu sais bien que j’ai raison. Et donc je pense que vu que les règles ne sont pas claires, pour les deux prochaines semaines je devrais avoir une immunité.
Euh… C’était quoi, ce bruit ? C’était pas ta ceinture, hein ?
Eva wasn’t sure what to say. Her friend Lauren had come to her needing to talk. Again. Eva was pretty sure it was going to be about James again… Lauren’s boyfriend was not a bad guy, really, but both him and her seemed to be quite rubbish a communicating. More than once, Eva had found herself playing intermediary between the two. Sometimes, he was being an ass, and sometimes, Lauren was being pig-headed. And in the end, they always ended up back together, and Lauren would text her about how happy she was. Meanwhile, Eva was still single, but that didn’t seem to cross her friend’s mind.
This time, however, things had been a little different. From the moment she had entered her little apartment, Lauren had been blushing and avoiding eye contact, only answering in short, monosyllabic mumbles. Finally, after two cups of tea and a lot of patience, Lauren had spilled it. Not only had she had another argument with James, he had… spanked her! The admission had left Eva stunned, and Lauren blushing more than ever. And now, Eva wasn’t sure what to say.
“What do you mean he spanked you?” she finally asked.
“Well… You know…” Lauren said, miming a downward slap with her hand.
“But like… To punish you? As if you were a kid?” Eva asked, torn between shock and hilarity.
“It’s not funny!” Lauren protested, seeing the corners of Eva’s mouth creasing up into a smile.
“Well, no, of course, but like… How does that even happen?”
“I… I kinda yelled at him and… I shoved him a little…”
“O… kay?”
“And then the next second I was dangling like an idiot over his lap, and he was slapping my butt!”
Eva bit her lip, trying not to laugh. She could picture Lauren kicking her legs and pouting, with James just peppering her rather round backside with slap after slap… It couldn’t be real. She laughed out loud.
“You’re pulling my leg, right? What did he actually do?”
“No, Eva! It’s not funny! He even got a ruler!”
“No way? Like Miss Carter when we were in school?!”
“Actually yeah, just like her…”
“Wow…”
Both fell silent for a moment. Eva suddenly realised that this whole time, Lauren hadn’t sat down.
“So… Are you okay, like?” she finally asked.
“Pff, I don’t know, he’s such a knob…”
“What was the argument about?”
“Nothing…”
“You don’t get to that point for no reason…”
Lauren sighed. “I just wanted to order pizza and he said we had lots of food in the fridge…”
“That’s it?” Eva asked, incredulous.
“Well… I did call him a small-dicked melon because he wouldn’t let me get my pizza, like…”
“That insult doesn’t even make sense…”
“Yeah, that’s what he said… And he started laughing so I yelled at him, and I pushed him, you know…”
“So, you were clearly being reasonable, yeah?” Eva said, rolling her eyes.
“No… But like, I just wanted pizza…”
Eva shook her head. “Seems to me like you were being a spoiled brat…”
Lauren pouted and shrugged. Another moment passed.
“So…” Eva started.
“So what?…” Lauren said.
“Can I ask…”
“Ask what?”
“How did he do it, like…?”
“The spanking?”
“Yeah?…” Eva blushed.
Lauren looked at the floor and mumbled.
“What was that?” asked Eva
“I said, he took me over his lap… On the sofa, like…” Lauren said again, louder.
“Aren’t you a bit too tall for that?” Eva said.
“No.”
“Really?”
Lauren sighed and came towards her friend. “Right, sit there, like that, yeah. That’s how he was.” She lowered herself and came over Eva’s lap. “There, see? It fits surprisingly well…”
Surprised, Eva didn’t even think to protest. From one moment to the next, her friend was over her lap, her little skirt barely covering her bottom. She felt heavy over her lap, but other than that it did feel comfortable, like a natural position for one to be.
“And then what?” Eva asked, her breath a little shallow. She fully expected Lauren to get up again, but she didn’t show any sign of it.
“Then he started spanking me!” Lauren said, shaking her head.
Eva gave her a playful slap. “Like this?”
“Kinda…”
Eva gave her another, surprised by the bounce she could feel under the skirt’s fabric.
“What do you mean, kinda?”
“He wasn’t so gentle; I can tell you that…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah… It hurt!”
“Like this?” Eva said, slapping Lauren’s bottom hard.
“Oww… Yeah… That’s more like it…” Lauren sighed.
Eva bit her lip again, feeling a very pleasing warmth spreading from between her legs.
“But like…” Lauren continued, “He didn’t let me keep my skirt down…”
“Ah…” Eva said, “So like… this?” She lifted the skirt up and rolled it around Lauren’s waist. At a glance, she could see that her friend had been telling the truth. Her bottom, round and attractive now that she had a full view of it, had some clearly visible marks on it underneath the tasteful knickers that Lauren was wearing.
“Yeah…” Lauren said, nodding. “He even took the undies down and everything…”
“Really?” Eva said, passing a finger along the knicker’s elastic band. She wasn’t too sure why she was doing all of this, or why Lauren was letting her, but somehow, it seemed right. James had clearly had enough of her childish behaviour, and she couldn’t really blame him. Maybe she could let a bit of frustration out as well… The thought made her blush, and the warmth in her stomach felt a lot warmer. She pressed her thighs together.
“Yeah!” Lauren said, seemingly oblivious on the effect the demonstration was having on her friend.
The panties slowly came down as Eva pulled them.
“No, no!” Lauren said
“I’m sorry!” Eva said, letting the band go with a clack! against Lauren’s flesh.
“I mean he, like, yanked them down!”
“Oh!” Eva said, doing just that. With the white knickers at half-thigh, the full glory of Lauren’s pretty bottom was all hers to admire, and she did like what she was looking at… Without even realizing, she was patting and gently rubbing along the marks she could make out. Lauren moaned softly. Pain? Desire? Eva had no idea. But neither did anything to stop what was going on. Before long, the pats had become little slaps, and then harder ones. Palmfuls fell one after the other on Lauren’s fidgeting behind, and both girls’ breaths were getting shorter. Eva felt her nipples harden; her thighs moist. She had never desired Lauren like that but… Her bottom bouncing under her hands, her shole body pressing against her as she was being punished… It was something deliciously new, deliciously different… Lauren moaned, her cheeks running wet with tears. Both girls were panting now, from pain, tension and lust alike. Eva stopped a moment, rubbing Lauren’s reddened cheeks in large concentric motions. Lauren closed her eyes and softly sighed.
“He wasn’t nice like that…” she said.
“You mentioned something about a ruler?” Eva said, innocently.
“Oh yeah! Dunno where he found it, but it was a shock…”
“There’s probably one under there,” Eva said, pointing at the coffee table. As a young teacher, she spent a lot of time marking and planning on her sofa, and a ruler always came in handy. Lauren extended an arm without getting up from Eva’s lap, rummaged around a few second and held a ruler triumphantly. “Aha!”
She passed it to Eva, who took it without a word. Lauren fidgeted herself back in a comfortable position. Before long, the ruler was whipping down on her already sore bottom, the noise of each hit as biting as the pain. Like a crackling fire, it burned and left mark after mark.
“Is that how he did it?” Eva asked.
“Well, yes…” Lauren said, “A bit harder perhaps?”
“Oh! Let’s see…” Eva said with a smile.
And the ruler came down harder, and harder, over and over again. The pain kept building, and Eva showed no sign of relenting. Just like James had done. And just like Lauren wanted.
Janet checked the clasp of her garter-belt’s strap one last time. She wanted everything to look good for Him. No, not good, perfect. She pulled on the strap and let it snap against her thigh with a satisfying clack. A delicious shiver ran up her spine at the thought of His eyes running up and down her long legs clad in their dark stockings, of His gaze admiring her lacy corset and the smoky make-up look that she had spent an hour perfecting. She imagined His hands caressing the small of her back, tracing lines across her legs, the nape of her neck. She dreamt of His lips kissing her neck, her chest, and of His teeth biting her lips, teasing her with promises of pleasures to come.
She checked herself in the mirror one last time. Getting dressed in the office’s bathroom was not the most ideal of situations, but when you were having an affair with your boss, some sacrifices had to be made. Besides, He treated her really well, and that was not just the mind-bending sex. What could she say? A man who knew what he was doing was worth all the trouble, the secrets, the lies… And the fact that she found herself in a company bathroom at eleven at night wearing a rather naughty lingerie ensemble. She smacked her lips after applying a last touch of red to them. She was ready for Him.
Her heels click-clacking on the floor, she made her way to her boss’ office. The workspaces around her were dark, save the glow of a few computer screens that had not been turned off. Through the large windows beyond, she could see the lights of the skyscrapers of the city below. With a frisson of naughtiness, she wondered if a late-night worker in another building would catch a glimpse of her hips swaying in her skimpy outfit. Smothering a giggle, she placed her hand on the doorknob and knocked softly. She opened the door.
The office was dark. He did like the theatricality of it. It was part of His charm, really. He would always make her feel like every part of their secret time together was lifted from the pages of a book. Every minute an adventure, and she always loved the endings. The thought made her smile. The lights suddenly turned on, and she smiled broadly, her hand shooting to cover her eyes.
“Ooh!” she purred, “You surprised m—”
She cut herself short when she saw that the person sat behind the large oak desk was not her boss at all. It was…
“Sally? W-what are you doing here?” she asked, an arm covering the ample bosom that her corset flattered. The attempt at modesty was somewhat defeated by the rest of the outfit, frilly panties and all, but her mind was busy racing to find anything to say, and trying to understand why Sally, her boss’ personal assistant, was sitting there instead of Him.
“Hello, Janet,” Sally said, with venom in her voice as she spoke her name. “I was hoping to have a chat with you…”
“A… chat?” Janet asked, troubled by the other woman’s commanding tone. She was nothing like the demure, discreet assistant that she was used to seeing during the day.
“Yes… A chat. You seem surprised to see me here? Maybe you were expecting someone else?”
“I think you already know…” Janet answered, blushing. Her secrets didn’t seem so well guarded after all…
Sally got up from behind the desk and walked to her. With a smirk, she looked up and down the embarrassed younger woman.
“Yes. I’m afraid Jim won’t be coming… He has a dinner tonight,” Sally said after an uncomfortably long silence.
“D-does he?” Janet stuttered.
“Yes, he does… With his wife.”
Janet said nothing. Right. Think, what could Sally want? Money? She wasn’t particularly rich, but He had made her gifts that she could sell for good money. Maybe Sally would stay quiet for that pair of diamond earrings that He had gotten her last time. Think, think! She needed to stall for time.
“Did… did she send you?” she asked, “Does she know about… this?” she pointed to herself and to her outfit as she said the last word.
“What?” Sally scoffed, “That stupid frigid hag doesn’t know anything, nor does she care, really.”
Janet gasped, and Sally went on: “As long as he keeps her bank account well cushioned, I don’t think she gives a damn what he does, really. Or who.”
“But then… What’s all this? Why are you here? And… What do you want?”
Sally came closer, glaring. She frowned and cusped Janet’s chin between two fingers.
“Jim is mine,” she hissed, “and he has been mine for much longer than you have even worked here.”
“Wh-what?!” Janet said, blushing at her other woman’s touch.
“I’ve been his mistress for years and I’m not about to let him ruin everything for some bimbo who thinks dressing like that is what he likes!”
Janet was too stunned to speak. Sally? Sweet, boring, in-the-background Sally? She couldn’t imagine Him with her, no. No. That was a lie, it had to be! Janet had been seeing Him for over a month, she would have noticed something, she…
“I won’t let you have him,” Sally said again, “and I’m going to teach you a lesson…”
Without another word, her hand flew to Janet’s ear, and she was dragging her towards the desk. With cries of pain, Janet followed.
“Stop! What are you doing!” she moaned, to no avail.
“I’ll show you what little sluts like you deserve…” Sally muttered through gritted teeth. Sitting down in His chair, she forced the younger girl over her knees.
“You can’t be serious!” Janet protested, incredulous, “who do you think you—”
The first slap landing on her ample bottom broke her train of thought. It hurt! She kicked her legs and tried to get off, but Sally was surprisingly strong, and, peppering her bottom with one hand, she held her firmly with the other. Within seconds, the pain seemed to spread, and Sally was not stopping.
“You can’t do this!” Janet cried out, somewhat unconvincingly. Her eyes were tearing up as her bottom was warming, and she tried to cover it with her hand. Scoffing, Sally pushed it away, and it only made her spank harder. The panties, as nice as they were, offered little protection against the ire of the scorned woman.
“Jim deserves the best,” Sally said, “and I always make sure he gets it…”
“Well, then,” Janet said defiantly, “then you should let him have me, rather than having to deal with your saggy tits…”
Silence. The slaps stopped as both Sally and Janet fell silent. The latter couldn’t believe that she had just said that. The former stunned into apoplexy that this girl, this airhead, this slut would dare talk to her like that.
“You did NOT just say that,” she roared, and grabbed Janet’s panties to lower them down to her thighs. “I’ll show you just what you deserve…”
The slaps fell fast and hard, as did the scolding, the belittling, the insults. Clearly, Janet had unknowingly struck a nerve. Unfortunately for her, she was in too much pain to appreciate it. Her bottom was burning, her sit spots were on fire, and Sally was not stopping. Tears were now running down Janet’s face, and she didn’t know how this was all going to end.
“Please…” she begged between two sobs, “I’ll do whatever you want…”
“You won’t see Jim again?” Sally asked, holding her hand up menacingly.
“Well, I…” Janet hesitated. Sally hand slapped her offered bottom once again.
“Shouldn’t He get to decide?” Janet sobbed, “Why did He get with me in the first place, huh?”
“He…” Sally hesitated, “He can be like that, sometimes… He gets distracted…”
Janet waited for the slaps to come. The silence stretched. Taking deep breaths to try and calm the raging fire in her behind, she asked:
“Has… Has this happened before? I mean, am I the first one that—”
“No.” Sally cut her, bitterly. “No, you’re not the first… mistake… that he made. I had to… Correct some other girls’ silly ideas… Like I said, he gets distracted…”
She fell silent once more. Janet didn’t dare move to soothe her blistered behind, for fear that the other woman would start spanking her again.
“But…” Sally began, “He always comes back to me…”
Janet could hear the hurt in that voice, the slightest twitch of regret. Her hatred of the other woman seemed to fly away in that instant.
“Oh, Sally…” she said, moving to get up. The older woman said nothing and didn’t stop her. Janet stood up in front of her tormentor, her hands unconsciously flying to clutch her bruised bottom. She winced, then looked at Sally. Tears were running down her face as well.
“Oh, Sally…” Janet said again, and against all instincts, she took the woman in her arms.
In the end, it turned out that when both women brought proof of what Jim had been doing for all these years, his wife did actually care about it very much. Far form the stupid, pampered bimbo that Janet had imagined from Sally’s description, his wife had been generous and empathetic. Most importantly, she had gotten mad at him rather than at the other women. As the high-profile divorce made headline for months, all three women found themselves forming an unexpected friendship, and saw each other often long after.
More surprisingly still, Janet found herself over Sally’s lap again, numerous times. That night in the office had opened doors in her that she hadn’t known existed, and she had been eager to cross that threshold again, but with a friend, a lover, that time. Sally, it turned out, had been just as eager.
Words of wisdom… And a picture to celebrate the many benefits that friendship can bring 😉
On a more personal note, it’s always fun to work with people to commemorate special times in their life, or to surprise a friend/partner with some naughty fun ^^
[No cats were harmed in the making of this blog. They all love to be spanked.] Exploring the psychology 'behind' spanking through fiction and poetry. Because, nothing says 'I love you' better than a red, sore, bare bottom. Comments welcome and discussion encouraged. I believe spanking between consenting adults leads to closer and more intimate relationships. Spanking is not a kink, not a fetish, not a lifestyle, but rather, a healthy and honest means of communication. Let your mind free and respect will follow. Contact me lurvspanking@gmail.com
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