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The next day, Barbara was happy to find Rosie in great spirits again and wanted to continue with her story.
“Now, where was I?”
The usual lengthy pause and the past began again in all its wonderful detail.
Her bottom sore from a recent blistering from Miriam’s mum, Rose decided that she’d put some of those experiences gained into this new aspect of her newly discovered love, both for the aforementioned Miriam and this, her first opportunity to spank her new girlfriend.
“Girlfriend.”
How strange it felt, actually saying she had a girlfriend. She’d imagined boyfriends, and until recent times, they’d featured rather heavily in her nighttime finger-dipping experiences, cocks of all shapes and sizes sliding into and out of her specially lubricated vagina, sometimes imagining taking one into her mouth and even in her bottom when she felt adventurous.
And she read. The more salacious the stories, the better, as they fed her imagination like fuel on a fire. Pirates. Adventurers. Kings. Vagabonds. Princes. Rugged men who fucked. Nice men who romance and make love. In the local indoor market, she met two older women who owned a used bookstore. They saw what she liked to read and steered her, often towards books that bordered on pornographic in their detail.
She loved it, regularly dreaming she was the one being ravaged, with her hand firmly in her pyjama shorts most nights and, more often than not, the resulting orgasm helping her relax into sleepy time.
But a girlfriend?
She wasn’t even sure what to do with one of those. They’d kissed, and it honestly felt like the first kiss—a proper kiss—she’d ever had. There’d been boys. A few actually. And a couple had even been allowed to have sex with her. Boring, unfulfilling in, out, in uugghh sex. What was that all about? Books were better lovers than boys.
That kiss, after being thoroughly spanked, bottom red and stinging, was a revelation. Rosie was paying a debt she felt she owed to her best friend by being spanked, naked as a jaybird, over her friend’s knees, and the spankings became progressively more intense, the stinging and redness on her bottom lasting pleasingly longer until their beer-fuelled confessions.
There was love.
There was spanking.
There was more.
At the same time, Caroline, Miriam’s mother, was developing a friendship with Rose that was so intense, it was intoxicating. She’d volunteered to take her daughter’s friend ‘in hand,’ paying the same debt in a similar but more intense way. While Miriam spanked her, Caroline beat her. Dressed and undressed in expensive luxury lingerie, Caroline used Rose’s body to punish and then pleasure them both, although much of Caroline’s pleasure came from the intense punishments she was inflicting. The fourth of the four installments, when it eventually took place again after the violence that took place ending it the last time, saw an amalgamation. The long, swishy cane once it was applied made Rosie believe in magic.
She had already been spanked, her bottom bared and reddened before the application of the heavy wooden paddle that had her shrieking with a combination of pleasure and intense pistol-shot pain as it made contact. Every time.
Caroline tipped her off, stripped herself, and took a handful of Rose’s hair. Perching on the edge of the settee, her knees wide, cunt in plain view, she pushed Rose’s face into the sticky mess she found there, holding and grinding like a living sex toy.
“Lick me, bitch. You know what I like, and it’ll stop you making that infernal racket,” and used Rose to masturbate. “Fucking hell, she said, quickly reaching climax. “This is better than any cock.”
With her hand still full of hair, Caroline dragged Rose behind the settee, bending her over it in one easy motion. The heavy leather now made her bottom sing, but the more she was thrashed, the closer she felt to Caroline. Stroke after howling stroke, Rose’s bare bottom was brutalised with the strap bought especially for her. The handle, vaguely penis-shaped, brought Rose her first orgasm when the strap was reversed, and it was slid roughly between her crimson buttocks and pushed deeply into her anus, while fingers caressing her slippery clitoris coaxed a second almost immediately.
“Right! Go and get us a cold drink. There’s ice in the tray.”
Rose almost staggered, going as fast as she could, and, returning with the drinks, saw the next stage of her punishment.
Once they were refreshed, Rose once again bent over the back of the sofa.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Rosie held her breath, unable to clench her buttocks in this position, and waited.
As previously intimated, Propaganda lied.
In their song ‘Duel,’ they’d told Rose that the first cut wouldn’t hurt at all. She knew what the song was really about, but it immediately came into her mind when the first cut with Caroline’s new whippy cane came and hurt like, well, like something she’d never experienced before. Even on her already thoroughly thrashed bottom, feeling somehow numb towards the end of the strapping, she screamed.
“Fffuuucccckkk!”
She heard Caroline step away in the roaring silence following her scream, her bare feet trailing slightly on the thick carpet.
And then, the second lie.
Rose didn’t wonder anything as the cane bit into her a second time, fractionally lower than the first. She didn’t wonder; she knew. Pain like this, pleasure like this, was something she knew she couldn’t stand but also knew she didn’t ever want to do without.
“I made you cum. Twice, I think? It removes some of the sexual element, doesn’t it? Your pain, Missy, is my pleasure. Increased pain for you with this wonderful cane means what?”
Rose couldn’t answer, so Caroline lined up the third stroke, striking deeply, hard, slightly above the first, the cane burying itself in the resilient bottom cheeks, bouncing back, leaving the cheeks to swirl slightly before resuming their perfect position.
Had it not been for the settee, Propaganda would have got it right, and she would have been on her knees, but standing up straight, hair flying like an animated mohawk, Caroline held Rose’s naked, sweating, panting body tightly for fear of exactly that happening.
“Fuck me,” she had whispered through her sobs, and Caroline carried the beaten woman to her bedroom so gently that no one would have imagined what she’d just been doing. Caroline loved; no adored sex like this. The tastes, first of the tears as she kissed them away from Rose’s cheeks, then all the other flavours as she travelled with her tongue and teeth, nibbling and licking as she went, finally coming to rest with her tongue buried in Rose’s very wet vagina.
The sobbing had turned to cries of ecstasy when the tongue, following long probing licks, teased Rose’s clitoris and Caroline cupped the tender thrashing, balancing the two opposing sensations perfectly.
With one hand then on her pussy Caroline licked, sucked, and played with Rose’s until that perfect moment…the mutual.
A fleeting ‘boy and how useless they were’ moment flashed through Rose’s head as another climax tore through her, starting at her toes, erupting from her vagina, erecting further her swollen nipples, and roaring from her mouth.
“Fffuuuccckkkk!”
Sweat and juices, two of Caroline’s favourite flavours, filled her mouth and nose. This was heaven.
“Next time,” she whispered to the almost sleeping girl in her arms, “you’re going to do the same to me, aren’t you?”
“I’d love that. I’m going to spank Miriam soon, too.”
“I’ve got to go,” Caroline whispered some time later, already dressed. “Sleep as long as you need to. I’ve had you a key cut. Eat and drink whatever you want. Take a shower. Leave everything as you find it; you know what’ll result if you don’t,” she patted the thrashing, then trailed her fingers to Rose’s vagina, sliding them deeply into the darkness. When Rose was fully wet and aroused, Caroline withdrew her fingers and smeared the sticky residue onto Rose’s lips, then kissed her one final time. She then sucked those same fingers and smiled, “Lock up when you leave. I don’t need a reason to punish you, but if you didn’t…”
Rose masturbated herself back to sleep, wishing it was Caroline. Or Miriam. Either would be great.
“I’m going to spank them both,” she thought.
“Soon,” she said out loud to the empty room.
“Where are you?”
Several missed calls and a text.
“Being beaten by your mum, thanks for asking,” she said to the empty apartment, trotting quickly to the bathroom, desperately in need. When her bottom hit the cold toilet seat, she flinched at the pain, but the pee relief was almost orgasm-inducing in its own right, and she sighed loudly.
“Sorry!” Rose messaged back. Lost track of time. Busy morning prepping for the interview at your mum’s place. I’ll get a quick shower and be around in a few. Ham and cheese with real butter and hot, sweet tea, please. I know you were going to ask. Love you.”
She had a quick shower, washing the residual sweat and stickiness away, leaving her hair damp. Miriam loved that look on her.
“I’ve left your apartment just as you like it. I’ve showered and had some milk and a biscuit. You are amazing to me. Going to see your daughter now so I may see you later. Xxx”
Her damp towel was on the floor next to the wash basket, her milk glass in the sink, unwashed, and there were crumbs.
Rose knew exactly what she was doing.
Rose and Miriam were friends, just being friends with lots and lots of kissing, stroking, touching, and all the other goings that new relationships bring. They knew that the spankings that had drawn them together were far from the norm and kept that part secret. And Miriam, not from any position other than fear of the unknown, constantly put off the table, turning. She was the spanker, she reasoned. She couldn’t imagine being willingly punished, knowing how much her mum had hurt her and how she hurt Rose. But, the reasoning continued: Rose willingly, happily paid her debt and came back for more of the same.
On four occasions, each with dramatic increases of intensity, Rose had, eventually more than willingly, submitted to whatever attentions Miriam had seen fit to administer. Twice since, and even though Rose wanted her turn, it wasn’t until afterwards that Rose reminded her. And it led to even more blisteringly wonderful orgasms.
This was foreplay. Their foreplay. Miriam was, after all, the spanker, wasn’t she?
Rose squirmed and cuddled into Miriam when Miriam’s mum came into the room.
“Hello, Mrs. Jacobson,” Rose said, almost coyly with the smallest of small smiles, stroking her bottom through the thin material of her silky shorts that was pointed in Caroline’s direction.
Caroline frowned.
“It’s getting late, Rose. Would you like a lift home once I’m changed and I’ve had something to eat? About an hour or so?”
“Yes, please, Mrs. Jacobson. We’ve had a lovely evening.”
“Great. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“I found your damp towel,” Caroline said when Rose got into the car beside her. “And your glass and crumbs. So now, what? Oh! I know. You decide how you should be punished. I want you in a pristine, unmarked condition. So I’m thinking the end of next month perhaps. I’m sure someone else will be warming your bottom between then and now, won’t they?”
“Yes, Mrs. Jacobson. And me, her if I get my way.”
After the short drive, Caroline leant across the console to kiss Rose but cupped her breast at the same time through her thin blouse, thumbing her nipple to a taut erection. Kissing from her mouth down her neck, Caroline finally took Rose’s erection between her teeth, biting hard, making her wince in pain as she nipped the other side tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“Do as I say,” Caroline growled, still biting.
“Yes, Caroline! Yes, Caroline. I will. I promise.”
Continuing the painful bite, for a few more seconds, she slid her hand up the leg of the loose shorts and behind the gusset of the tight panties and, with little needed pressure, slid one, two, three fingers inside Rose, her magic thumb strumming her clitoris, her pinky finger toying with her anus.
The climax, accompanied by the tightening teeth, exploded onto Caroline’s hand as Rose shuffled forward in the car seat, giving Caroline easier access.
“Car sex,” thought Rose, “is amazing.”
“I want your wet pants.”
“What?”
“I want your wet pants,” Caroline repeated. “Take them off, now.”
Rose looked at Caroline incredulously.
“Now! Or I’ll put you over my knee here and now, spank you, and take them myself, and I know how tender you’ll still be.”
With difficulty, Rose followed the instructions.
“Leave the shorts too,” she said, pressing the soaking underwear to her face and inhaling deeply.
They kissed one final time, and Rose jumped out of the car, bare-bottomed, and scampered to her front door, bending forward slightly to flash Caroline before disappearing inside.
Inhaling through the knickers again and stroking the silky shorts Rose had left on the seat, Caroline drove home in an almost drunken-feeling stupor.
The following Tuesday, her tender bottom sitting on a hard wooden seat, Caroline nowhere to be seen, Rose had her interview.
On Saturday evening, Rose’s mum was going to be out, so Miriam was invited to stay there. Their plans are meticulous. It was going to be Rose’s turn, and if the tables turned back, her bottom was fully recovered, the longest recovery period yet.
“I just want you to, you know, smack me, do what you’re going to do to me, and kind of get it over and done with,” Miriam told Rose, even though the plan was for an evening of sex and spanking. Miriam spanked her before, during, and often; now that the debt was repaid, the sessions have resulted in sexual pleasure and discovery they’d not imagined.
“No sex?”
“Not till later. You hurting me—well, the idea of it doesn’t turn me on. I know, after what mum did, how it hurts. I also know that doing it to you does. Turn me on, that is. It’s all I think of. And your bum needs recovery time. I hit you so hard now. But I’d keep you red-bottomed all the time. Yes, I know. It keeps it special. You already explained that. And yes, the sex between spanking is fab. I’m just a greedy girl and want it all.”
Rose could see her much-looked-forward to turn disappearing over the horizon, her mind in turmoil. The time between was vastly extended because of the beating from Caroline. Should she put an end to that and devote and develop Miriam? Caroline, she was sure, would miss what they were doing as much as she would. Foreplay versus all-consuming passion. Spanking versus thrashing, beating. She loved one and craved the other.
“Ok,” she eventually answered. “There’s no need for you to stress.”
She cuddled Miriam and Miriam cried.
“My bum needs some of your not-too-gentle attention anyway,” Rose continued. “Let’s go for a walk into town. I think we should find that Secrets place, you know, the sex shop…”
“Simple Secrets?”
“…yes. I bet they’ve got things to spank me even harder than your brush.”
“You want it harder?” Miriam asked excitedly, her tears drying.
“Is that what you want? To spank me harder?”
“Actually, yes. It’s what I dream about in the tween-times. It’s what I call the time between being allowed to have you over here,” Miriam answered rather quickly, patting her denim-clad thighs.
Not getting to Rose’s home till early evening, as they’d met Caroline and she’d treated them to tea, the pair were excited to investigate their purchases. Out of the bag fell two items very familiar to Rose: the hard wooden paddle and leather strap that had both so recently been put to very effective use on her big, bare bottom. One not familiar bought as part of the shop’s ‘three for two’ offer and a recommendation from Angela, the very helpful and attentive assistant, was a top-of-the-range vibrating silicon dildo. Fourteen inches long with a girth to match, the tipsy girls giggled and laughed, using up the residual charge just mucking about.
“It’ll be ready, charged, by the time we’ve showered and I’ve smacked your bottom a few times,” Miriam gushed, kissing Rose, stimulating a nipple, and scampering away to the bathroom.
Rose picked up her phone.
“You make me wet just by being with you, knowing what you do to me to give you pleasure,” she messaged Caroline. “I want to do the same to you.”
“Ok,” was all Caroline sent back.
“Come on, you. Shower,” Miriam said, bounding back. “I can’t wait to try stuff out.”
In the next couple of hours, stuff was tried. Miriam started, not like before, but with wonderful sexual pleasure. Kisses. Starting on Rose’s face and neck, her pyjamas, fresh from the laundry basket, were removed and dumped when Miriam, kissing her collarbone and chest, moved on, licking and teasing, quickly erecting nipples. Her shorts were the next to go, and a fully inserted tongue lubricated Rose’s vagina enough for the quietly vibrating tube to be slid inside her; the penis-shaped tip, once slippery, made her squeal when applied to her swollen clitoris. Rearing her widely spread hips, Miriam lay the vibrating toy along the length of Rose’s slit, and the squeals turned to cries.
“Oh fuck. Fuckin’ hell. Make me cum. Make me cuuuu….”
Deftly turning her over, the vibrator not missing contact for a moment, Rose’s orgasm was now accompanied by hard, stinging smacks, and Miriam knew that this was exactly what she wanted. She used one of Rose’s hands to hold the toy in place, upped the speed, and straddled her thighs, Rose’s bottom now in a perfect spanking position, central between her wide spread knees.
Rose was cuming again as Miriam picked up the new paddle and brought it down much harder than intended on the perfectly placed bottom. The shock of the unexpectedly hard swats frightened the orgasm away, but as splat after painful splat covered her bottom in increasingly stinging redness, and the vibrator never parted from her slippery slit for a moment as she held it tightly against her freshly shaved lips, the climax built once again until no amount of painful punishment could keep it at bay.
Miriam continued the rhythmic assault, using the fingers of her free hand to ignite the same kind of stimulation between her widely spread thighs, discovering long ago that playing in this wide-legged position made the result even more powerful.
“She’s hurting me,” Rose thought, as more waves of orgasm began deep between her tightly closed thighs.
“Can you hit me harder?” Rose pleaded, “hurt my bum.”
Miriam tried.
“No. Harder.”
Miriam took to the task, spanking each big cheek six, eight, ten times in a row, changing the colour from rosy to firey red.
The squeals of pleasure escaping Rose now turned Miriam on even more. She changed cheeks and repeated the paddling there, flattening and reddening, revelling in the way it bounced back, awaiting the next hard blow. And the next.
“Enough,” Miriam asked the now exhausted recipient lying passively between her knees, her bottom redder than she’d ever seen it before.
“Yes, thank you, Caro…Miriam,” Rose said, stumbling over the names, laughing to cover the mistake. Miriam turned her back over, tweaked Rose’s still-hard nipples, and returned to her position with her tongue stimulating her friend’s hot, sweaty cunt. It didn’t take long for Rose to return to her previous orgasmic state, especially when Miriam palmed her throbbing bottom.
“My turn, next time.”
“Okay,” and the deep tonguing brought her off again.
But Barbara never learnt about “next time.”
She went, once again, to get tea, and on her return, Rose was sleeping. After drinking hers, Barbara left, but even though she visited every day, the story was never completed.
“Isn’t life strange?” she said to herself, driving from the church, not wishing to mix with these strangers. “I wonder,” her one-sided conversation continued, “how many of them knew about any of that stuff.”
Barbara knew what she was going to do to celebrate Rose’s life, and her girlfriend would end up sore, very red, and very loved. may even visit Simple Secrets for a new paddle and strap. They already had a good selection of vibrating toys.
