Best S&M, Volume 3 (15 page)

As Kathy had suspected and Anne confirmed, Anne and Bill enjoyed a solid, respectful sex life, nothing kinky but satisfying all the same. And while Anne loved listening in on the spanking mayhem of her neighbors and admitted to a slight tickle “you know where,” when they heard Joanna reacting so positively, she herself had really never experienced anything so kinky in her life before, or with Bill.

Anne was surprised—yet titillated—to hear that Kathy had had a totally different history. As the friends sipped their second Cosmos, Kathy told of enjoying a wild sex life before meeting Fred, her ex. Kathy’s ten-year marriage had not seen fireworks in the bedroom—one of the reasons she wasn’t all that broken-up about her recent divorce—and now that she was free to date and in her “prime” at forty-one, she had hoped she might revisit her more kinky times. Near tears, the alcohol buzzing her memory as much as what she just heard from Joanna and Steve, Kathy admitted to her best friend how she very much liked playing the bad girl, being taken across a man’s knee, dressing hot for a night out only to pay for it later. With a torrent of admission Kathy’s big chest rose and fell hard as she related to Anne how awakened her libido had been this past week with just the “idea” of what Joanna and Steve got up to two houses over; hearing them in the midst of all that swatting, pleading, and surrendering had made Kathy weak in the knees.

When Kathy left Anne’s house an hour later, she was as exhausted by what she had heard Steve and Joanna get up to that day as much as she was by what she had admitted. And unbeknownst to Kathy, but certainly fueled by that admission, Anne called her mother that very night to see if she might take Lindsey for a “day out” the very next day.

Dressed in a tight knee-length skirt, black turtleneck, and modest two-inch heels, Anne answered her front door bell at twelve o’clock. Last night as she lay next to her snoring husband, she determined that she was going to see if Kathy truly wanted a spanking and at the same time see if (and how much) she, Anne, liked administering one.

As she lay there finalizing a plan in her head, Anne had had to summon all her will to keep from masturbating.

“H…hi,” Kathy stuttered on the front step, obviously reacting to how sexy her friend was dressed just for lunch.

“Are we goin’ out?” she asked. “I mean, let me go run and put on a blouse…”

“You look perfect,” Anne said, smiling. She stepped back to let her best friend enter.

Anne had formulated, rehearsed, and then changed her patter again and again all morning. Considering what she would say to Kathy, how she was going to dress, and how she would act had her more turned on than she had been in months. She had never ever been with a woman in any sexual way…and definitely had never played the type of dominance/submissive scenario she was about to.

 “You know you are my best friend, right?”

“And you’re mine,” Kathy said, furrowing her brow in confusion as Anne held her elbow and walked her into the spacious living room.

“I mean it’s only been like five years since you guys moved in, but…sometimes I feel like I’ve known you longer than some of my oldest friends.”

“I feel that way to,” Kathy agreed, her light eyes dancing around the pretty well-lit room in nervousness. “I’m really glad I got to stay here after the divorce, keep the house and all.”

“And you know I would never do anything to hurt you,” Anne continued.

Kathy stopped looking around the room and stared at Anne hard.

Anne was smiling wide.

 “I just want you to know…” the shorter woman said, walking her and Kathy to her low couch. “…what is about to happen will turn me on as much as it will you.”

Realization suddenly hit Kathy as Anne sat below her. Anne lifted her skirt to mid thigh and pressed her pretty bare knees tight.

“I want you over my lap,” the mistress of the house said, beaming up at her friend.

Kathy gulped, searching Anne’s pretty pale face and deep blue eyes. Seconds ticked by like hours as each woman waited, poised and perfect, nervous and excited.

“You don’t…”

“I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do,” Anne interrupted. “I know you want to be spanked. I have thought of nothing else the last two weeks anyway, and when you admitted everything yesterday, I was thinking, why not, I should spank you, see if I like doing it as much as I think I will…or as much as you
want
to be.”

“Lord Anne,” Kathy said, hugging her big chest once again as she stared down at the pretty thin knees of her friend. “I was pretty drunk yesterday; it was more the drinks talking than…”

“…I doubt that,” Anne interrupted, cocking her head and fixing her friend with a kind, yet knowing, stare.

At that magnesium flash flicker of a moment, both women knew the spanking was going to happen. Kathy could have easily just spun out of the room and Anne’s house, or at the very least, laughed aloud, pressed the point about being drunk, how Cosmos always went right to her head. She could have simply skittered out of the living room to go get some iced tea, chuckling at her friend’s assumptions. For her part, Anne held her breath, poised as she was, trying to show a confidence she certainly did not feel, fearing any second she’d jump up and tell Kathy she had been kidding. Wet as she was, she was nervous too; Kathy could diffuse the entire escapade if she balked or even downright refused.

“You…you want me to just, just get over?”

“Sure, why not?” Anne replied, sitting back on the yielding floral couch.

“We can’t just do this,” Kathy sighed, her eyes not lifted from her friend’s lap.

“Why not?” Anne asked. “Didn’t you say you missed playing the bad girl?”

“Oh Lord,” Kathy said, her chin dipped as her big chest began to rise and fall rapidly again.

Words like “bad girl,” “slut,” “my bitch,” when spoken in the context of being scolded when spanked—nothing made Kathy crazier. A hundred memories flooded her then, of way-back-when sexual encounters when she was called any number of naughty names as she lay across a lap or sat with a hand sneaking up her short skirt. She was getting so wet just standing there; would she come the minute she got into position?

For Anne, to sit there, playing the waiting dominant, dressed sexy like that, about to do something she had never done to anyone, let alone a woman, was maddening to say the least…but oh so hot. She almost didn’t want to look up at Kathy, just breath slow and
will
it all to happen. Would she ever be able to look at Kathy again and not think of this moment?

“Get across,” she said.

Kathy took a step and came to stand at Anne’s right side, neither saying a word. The friends locked eyes then, took a breath in concert, and then Kathy began to bend across the high pretty lap below her. Both ladies shuttered, wiggled, and sighed into their respective positions as Kathy gingerly lay down across Anne’s lap and Anne scooted under her friend to support her.

That there had been a background to these proceedings, that desires had been discussed, particulars of their private pasts weighed and considered, made this all a lot less threatening. It was as if the context of the spanking negated all other possible considerations of propriety; Anne’s marriage, Kathy’s usual shyness, their shared resolute heterosexuality wasn’t even considered with this most unusual happenstance. Both women had their minds wrapped around the procedures and positions of the spanking because of what they had experienced recently and what they had discussed because of it. This moment, for both, planned as it had been by Anne, sprung upon Kathy, would be nothing more than the spanking.

“I mean, this is not really sexual, right?” Anne continued as Kathy scooted her ass dead center on her lap. “It’s more a curiosity.”

“Well, it’s still hot,” Kathy said. She lay across Anne fully and placed her hands out before her, her long legs draped down off the other end.

“Yeah…you’re right,” Anne agreed feeling the heat of Kathy against her and her own little squishiness increasing.

“Just getting into this position…” Kathy moaned to Anne’s feet and Anne reached back as quickly as she dared and
SMAT
, she connected her thin right palm dead center to Kathy’s ass.

“Oh, ho,
hrmm,” both women sang.

SMAT
.
SMAT
. Anne answered Kathy’s exclamation with two more hits, again dead center.

“Anne,” Kathy mewed to the floor and Anne lifted her arm, wiggled on the couch and began a succession of ten smacks, five to each of Kathy’s cheeks.

SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK
.

“Lordee!”

Anne answered Kathy, repeating with five hits to her left cheek.

SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK
.
SMACK.

“Fucking hot, right?” Anne replied as Kathy straightened out again after the assault. Anne caught Kathy clenching and unclenching her cheeks through her jeans.

Her friend really did have the roundest ass, Anne noticed.

“You ok?” she asked.

“Yeah…yeah,” Kathy sighed.

Lying as loose as she could again, she tried to ease her breathing and still her big tits rising and falling as she lay there inverted over Anne’s knee. She was really wet now, but trying like all hell not to rub even the slightest bit against Anne’s thigh. Anne felt the warmth, not sure if it was Kathy’s or her own…and not caring one bit.

“So?” Anne asked.

“So?” Kathy repeated.

Seconds ticked by, both women stayed in position—Anne fearful of what she was about to request, Kathy sensing the question and aching for it to be asked.

“Gonna take your pants down?”

“Oh Lord, Anne.”

“I mean, we’re doing this, might as well go all the way, right?”

“I...”

Again there passed that snippet of slow motion decision both women knew would end in a positive outcome. Anne had known when she had formulated this plan in the shower the night before, as the water from her shower massager tickled her engorged lips and she grew ever more heated with the prospect of what she’d propose this day, that there would be no feeling of completion for her unless she bared Kathy’s ass, smacked her bare hand to bare cheek.

Kathy only ever wanted to be spanked bare-assed. She had never been spanked any other way and the minute she lay across Anne’s lap she was thinking of nothing more than how these swats would feel when, or if, Anne finally suggested she take down her pants. All these years without this particular kink answered, she was more than ready to bare her ass and plop it over her friend’s legs for the swatting of her life.

Kathy stood, wiggled, maneuvering quickly so she was on her feet and standing to Anne’s side in seconds.

“I really didn’t wear the right panties for this,” she said, looking down at her best friend. Unsnapping, and then unzipping her tight jeans, the voluptuous redhead shucked her pants down her thick thighs.

“Well, aren’t they coming down too?” Anne asked and Kathy smiled as did Anne...and then peeled her tight white panties down her long legs. She stood there, her trim thin crimson path of hair slightly matted, her eyes downcast as she dipped her chin to her chest once again.

“Don’t give me the contrite schoolgirl,” Anne said and both women chuckled. “Or maybe you should.”

With this, Anne sat back, Kathy scooted round to her side again, and Anne placed her hand on Kathy’s lower back. Both women felt that instant magical rush when Kathy lay down again, her bare pelvis meeting Anne’s bare knee, Kathy’s bare butt high and ready.

“You’re already a little red,” Anne said rubbing her hand across Kathy’s right cheek.

“Oh,” Kathy squealed, trying to settle herself.

“You have such a beautifully round ass,” Anne said, tickling her friend’s bottom, running her fingers across Kathy’s pale right cheek, and then her left. “Really, really round Kath.”

“Fuck Anne,” Kathy said, not even trying to hide her undulations then.

Not that either could know it, but neither woman had ever been with another woman sexually. Sure Kathy had been close a few times in college, but other than a few drunk late nights cuddling next to her roommates, and save for those fleeting thoughts Anne coddled over Angelina Jolie, this was the first foray either woman had taken in the world of homosexual encounters.

“This is gonna be good,” Anne said and took her hand off her friend.

Anne and Kathy sighed in unison as they tried to calm themselves from what had just passed between them and for what was to come.

“Not too hard,” Kathy said. “Remember my ass is bare.”

“Like I’d forget,” Anne chided, smiled, and raised her hand. “You gonna watch or are you gonna brace yourself?”

“Oh Lord,” Kathy said, lying back down, her head dipped to Anne’s calves.

“Let’s start with an easy ten.”

Neither woman said a word as Anne bounced her hand off Kathy’s ass, again five high hard swats a side, but this time cheek-to-cheek. The rolling and hip shucking, the skin-on-skin retort, the heat and the musky scent, it was all heady stuff indeed. At the tenth swat, when Anne reluctantly stopped, she was trying with all her might to roll her hips closer to Kathy’s side and Kathy was clutching both cheeks, pushing down hard into her friend’s knees.

“Holy mother of fuck!” Anne shouted.

“Anne. Anne,” Kathy sighed.

Still as they could make themselves, each woman teetered there on the brink of furthering this encounter, traipsing into an area well beyond just a good-natured, friendly answering of a curiosity. Kathy knew that Anne knew that given a few more well-placed swats she would most likely orgasm right there against Anne’s knee. And Anne knew fully well that Kathy could feel her rolling ever closer while she smacked, trying to get her skirt pulled up even more so she might get some relief by pushing her pelvis into Kathy’s side.

A silent half-minute passed as Anne stilled her hand on Kathy’s heated right cheek and Kathy slowed her breathing and released her cheeks. The unspoken accord, the muted arousal enveloping the two, even the fall sunshine slanting through Anne’s high living room windows—all these elements infused this encounter with a metered, cautious eroticism. When Anne and Kathy moved, they charged the very atmosphere around them; when they stayed still like this, it was almost as if Kathy was draped across Anne’s lap in a non-erotic way, stillness seeming to hold the charged possibility of all of this at bay.