MODEL BEHAVIOR (F/F, Spanking, Humiliation) by Paris Annette Morreau ============================================================================
Skye strolled alone down the wide corridor of the high school she attended, hips swinging, breasts bouncing. A stunning senior with a thick mane of blond hair falling past her shoulders, she was a leggy 5'8" in her stocking feet and had deep blue eyes set in a classically beautiful face. She wore a short skirt of emerald green suede which easily displayed eight inches of firm, shapely thighs, a snug sweater of ivory silk that hugged her full, round breasts, and ivory opaque stockings that rested an inch or so above her knees.
Even with a student body which numbered in the thousands, nearly every boy in school knew who she was and lusted after her. So did some of the girls. Skye had no real girl friends, just those who wanted to be near her, hoping to latch onto one of the boys she routinely rejected. She was far too self-absorbed to form any real relationships.
She had a date every Friday and Saturday night with whomever she chose to go out. She had been known to point to a guy and say "you, my house, Saturday night, 7:30." That let him know the day and time he was to pick her up for their date. She would let him know when he got there what they were doing and where they were going. No one ever said no to her. If the guy in question had already made plans, he canceled them to go out with her. Skye, however, often changed her mind about the date she had decided on. The guy chosen would arrive at the appointed time only to be told by Skye that she no longer felt like going out with him. Many times she was walking out with someone else, when the first date appeared.
The boys who did go out with her fared no better than the ones she rejected. She would often only speak to give an order to her escort. Sometimes she would refuse to spend any time with him at all, walking in front of him, ignoring him completely. Or she would flirt and tease until the guy thought he would explode. She'd ask if she could kiss his cheek. She'd lightly brush her lips against his face while firmly pressing her breasts against him, pretending she didn't know that she was doing it. She'd hold her purse in one hand, her keys in another, thrust out her chest and ask her date if there was any lint on her tight t-shirt. She'd push her breasts out and ask if they were too small or too big. She'd shake them and ask if they jiggled too much.
She always wore short skirts that rode high on her long legs and fit snugly
across her full bottom. She'd go to football games at the high school, stand up and ask her date if there was any dirt on her bottom from the seats. He'd stare at her pert little mounds with his tongue hanging out, unable to speak. Skye would put her hands on her bottom and dust it off while wiggling her bottom from side to side.
She loved teasing them, making them want her, but she would not touch them and would not allow them to touch her.
Many of the girls thought the boys were saps for putting up with her. Some of them thought they would behave just as she did if they could get away with it. Only one thought something ought to be done about her behavior. Corinne.
Corinne was also a senior. She was a good four inches shorter than Skye, had thick, dark straight hair and eyes as brown and as warm as coffee. Quiet and observant, she could blend into a wall when it suited her. She was pretty when she wanted to be, plain when she needed to be. She never had trouble getting a date, but there was a time when she'd been stood up by someone who, she found out later, went out with Skye instead. He had apologized to her and asked for another chance. He blamed Skye's intimidating power over him, but Corinne knew that he had dropped her without a second thought for a chance to go out with Skye. He was just too much of a wimp to own up to it. She refused to have anything to do with him. Still, she didn't like the way Skye behaved and decided to do something about it.
She posted a notice on the school's bulletin board requesting a model who was at least 5'8" to pose for a swimsuit layout. An extra notice was placed inside Skye's locker. The posted notice listed an incorrect phone number, the ad in Skye's locker listed Corinne's number at home. Skye took the bait and called. Corinne answered with the name of a modeling agency she'd made up. That had confused the friends who had called before Skye, but Corinne joked her way out of it.
Corinne questioned Skye in her best professional voice asking if the girl had any modeling experience, confirming she was tall enough, asking if she was slender enough to wear a bikini. Corinne then set up a day and time, after school, to meet.
Skye was directed to a loft in a building downtown. Corinne's mother worked
in the office of the building, showing showed available office space, among other things. Corinne often visited her there and asked for the keys to empty offices. She loved looking at the wide open spaces and imagining how she would design the interiors.
On the appointed day and hour, Corinne picked up the keys from her mother and was in the loft waiting for Skye. She didn't know what this loft had been used for, but it still had a bed in it with a brass and iron headboard and foot-board. It was perfect for what she had in mind.
Corinne was professionally dressed in a suit, and wore sheer black stockings and high heel pumps. She had her hair pulled straight back in a bun and was wearing glasses. Skye didn't know her; they weren't friends and the school had far too many students to know everyone, even if you weren't self centered.
Suddenly the door flew open and the stunning teen strode haughtily into the
room. "I'm Skye Matthews," she said as if no introduction was needed.
Corinne was pretending to look through a sheaf of papers. "Very well, Miss,
Miss whatever your name is. Take this swimsuit and put it on. There's a room where you can change over there." She gestured vaguely, tossing the swimsuit at Skye, not looking up.
Skye was taken aback by this woman's attitude of indifference. She took the
swimsuit and looked around the large empty loft.
"This doesn't look much like a photo shoot to me," Skye said, never having actually been on a photo shoot. "Where is everyone?"
Corinne sighed with theatrical exasperation.
"This is not a 'photo shoot', kid. My agency sees hundreds of beautiful women every day. We're certainly not going to waste time on an actual shoot with every inexperienced girl who thinks she's pretty and wants to show off her body. This appointment is a test only. I'll photograph you and, if the pictures show you have the 'look' we're after, if we find you're at all photogenic, if you body doesn't look fat in the pictures, you'll be called back for a second look. I don't have any time to waste, so put on the suit and get back out here."
Skye was stunned at the way she had been spoken to. Everyone she had ever known worshiped her beauty and fawned over her. Well, she thought, I'll just put on this suit and show this snippy bitch what a beautiful girl I am. She may see aspiring models every day, but she has never seen me.
Skye changed into the thong bikini and stepped back into the room. She opened her arms and presented her body for Corinne's adoration. Corinne barely looked as she picked up the camera and pointed it at the girl and took a few shots, ordering the teen to affect certain poses.
"Since I don't have a beach here," Corinne said, "and I need to know what you look like lying down on the sand, why don't you go over to that bed and lie down on your stomach."
Skye walked over to the bed and placed her hands on the mattress, deliberately thrusting her thonged bottom up at Corinne. Under the guise of posing her, Corinne told Skye to place her outstretched hands on the bars of the headboard. When Skye had done so, Corinne got on the bed, sat on top of Skye's back and tied each wrist to the headboard, while Skye screamed and struggled. When her hands were secured. Corinne turned around and tied one of Skye's ankles to the left side of the foot-board, and the other ankle to the right side.
"What are you doing? What are you going to do to me?" Skye shouted.
"I'm going to give you what you deserve, Skye, for being such a naughty girl," Corinne calmly advised as she picked up a pair of scissors and cut the bikini off of the struggling girl.
"Wha, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, teasing the boys at school, being rude, being an inconsiderate, selfish little brat. You know, general naughtiness like that," Corinne explained.
"Who are you?" Skye asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Corinne responded.
Corinne picked up the pillow she had hidden under the bed and pushed it under Skye's hips, raising her bottom and positioning it into a perfect arch. She got off the bed and stood back to admire her handiwork. Skye was spread-eagle naked on the bed, tied and helpless, her bottom high and taut, her plump fig peeking out through her open legs. What a vision! Corinne knew there wasn't a guy in school who wouldn't pay to see Skye on display like this.
Skye had never been so vulnerable. She could feel her bottom domed and tight, her legs wide open, and was afraid to think what this woman had in mind.
She clenched her cheeks and tried to look behind her at what the woman was
doing. She was fairly certain she wasn't going to like whatever it was. Her heart was pounding, eyes wide with fear.
"Please don't hurt me," Skye pleaded. "If you want money, my parents will pay anything to get me back safely."
"Oh, you're going to hurt all right. At least part of your body is going to
hurt. And I don't want any money. When I'm through with you, I'll let you go and you'll be just as healthy as you were when you got here. You'll be a changed little girl, though. I guarantee you that," Corinne said.
Corinne knelt on the bed beside Skye. She glided her hands over the creamy softness of the teen's firm peaches. This was not the first time Corinne had seen Skye's beautiful body naked. Skye loved taking a shower after P.E. and parading around nude, showing off her luscious body to everyone. This was, however, the first time Corinne was in a position to touch the sacred skin. She glided her hands over the voluptuous chubs, reveling in their silky smoothness. Each pudgy cheek was firm and supple. The cleft separating the luscious globes led down to the pink fleshy fullness of Skye's sex.
"Don't touch me!" Skye shouted. Don't you dare put your hands on me! You'd better let me go if you know what's good for you."
"You'll be let go when I'm finished with you and not a moment sooner. I'm giving the orders today and you will obey me or take the consequences. And if you 'know what's good for you', you'll change your haughty attitude right now, young lady," Corinne repeated the words her mother had often used on her.
"I'm going to spank this naughty bottom of yours, Skye," Corinne said as she stroked the quivering flesh. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll think twice before behaving badly again," Corinne said, trying to sound like her mother.
A spanking? Skye thought. I must have misunderstood. She couldn't have said
'spanking'.
"What did you say? I didn't understand you. What are you going to do?" Skye
asked.
Corinne leaned towards Skye, her mouth on the teen's ear.
"Oh, I think you heard me," she whispered. "You just don't believe your own
ears. I don't mind saying it again, though. I'm going to spank you, Skye. I'm going to give this sassy, perky bottom of yours a long, hard spanking. You've been such a naughty girl and it's time your bottom was properly spanked."
Corinne had been looking forward to this for a long time and she was not anxious to get it over with. She wanted to take her time with Skye and have it last as long as possible.
"I'm not quite ready to spank you yet, Skye. I have to gather a few things and get ready, Corinne informed the beautiful teen.
Actually she didn't have to do anything to prepare for spanking Skye. She just wanted to look at the naked body before her; the arc of her ivory bottom, the cheeks that quivered each time she tried to move. Corinne walked around the room, humming softly to herself, rummaging through her bag, making as many "getting ready" sounds as she could while Skye lay fretting on the bed. Corinne walked over to Skye's right side and playfully slapped the girl's bottom three times.
"I'm almost ready, Skye. Don't go away."
"Uhhhhh!" Skye screamed. "Don't you dare touch me!" She squirmed from side to side, bottom jiggling.
In response, Corinne walked over to the other side of the bed and slapped the protruding chubs a few more times.
"Now, Skye, be patient. I'll spank you soon enough. Don't worry about that." Corinne giggled.
Even Corinne hadn't imagined just how much fun this was. She worried occasionally about her mother bursting in on her and knew if that happened, it would be Corinne's bottom tied to the bed instead of Skye's.
"If you touch me again, I swear I'll have you thrown in jail. You'll be sharing a cell with a big lesbian who will make you her slave," Skye shouted angrily.
"Oh, my dear, dear little girl, Corinne laughed, "I think you've seen way too many movies. Still, that's such a naughty thing to say." Corinne slapped the proffered cheeks lightly several times.
"Nooooooo! Stop it, you bitch!" Skye bucked as much as her restraints would
allow and screamed at the top of her voice.
Corinne waited patiently until Skye was quiet again.
"No one can hear you, Skye, and the next time you scream it will be because
I'm giving your arrogant bottom a good spanking."
Skye was angrier than she had ever been. She'll have to untie me sooner or later and when she does, I'll, I'll ...
"Ready, Skye? It's time for your spanking. Well, ready or not, here I come," Corinne announced.
A prickle of fear raced through Skye. The playful slaps had only infuriated
her. She wondered what a real spanking would feel like and was afraid to find out. She wiggled and squirmed, trying in vain to loosen the ties that bound her.
"I like the way your bottom jiggles when it moves, Skye. You look funny trying to get away. But, I'm afraid you'll have to stop squirming sooner or later and when you've stopped, I'll begin the spanking. By the way, I have all night to wait, so please feel free to take as much time as you would like to squirm. I enjoy watching you," Corinne said.
Skye finally stopped and let her body go limp. She was defeated for the moment, but the war had only begun. She'd make this crazy woman regret this day for the rest of her life. Knowing the dreaded spanking was about to begin, she clenched her cheeks in anticipation of the first strike
Corinne slapped her hand down hard onto Skye's arrogant moons, watching the
firm buns bounce back.
"Owww!" That actually stung more than she had thought it would. Thoroughly embarrassed and completely helpless, Skye burst into tears.
"You're such a naughty girl, Skye. You tease those poor boys at school until they're half crazy with lust," Corinne scolded as she spanked the plump buns. "You know you're not going to let them touch you, yet you press your body to theirs, jiggle your breasts at them and wiggle your bottom. That's naughty, naughty, naughty!" Corinne chided, spanking the teen's blushing cheeks rapidly.
"Owww! Ohhhh! Ouuuuch! Damn you, you crazy bitch! Stop it!" Skye howled.
"Tsk, tsk. Such language, Skye. Naughty, naughty. I see I'm going to have to spank you harder," Corinne concluded.
Spank! Corinne looked at the embarrassed bottom before her. She got up onto
her knees and placed her hand at Skye's waist, holding her firmly. She used her right hand to smack one pink cheek with her flat palm.
"Owwww! Nooooo! Owwwww! Stop it!" Skye demanded, crying, as she tried to wiggle away from the fiery slaps.
Corinne didn't expect the bite she felt in her hand or the thrill it gave her. She smacked the cheek again, harder, allowing the full sting of it to wane before slapping it again.
"Ow! Oooh!" Skye's bottom jumped with every swat, her cheeks clenching before each strike landed.
Happy with the shade of red the little bun had turned, Corinne leaned forward slightly and began spanking the other cheek. She experimented with hearty slaps using the entire palm of her hand, bringing her hand straight down.
Then stinging spanks with just her fingertips.
"Owww!" I don't care what it takes, Skye thought. When this is over I'm going to get this woman into the same position I'm in and give her what she's giving me. Only harder.
Corinne tried some sideways smacks against the tender flesh at the top of the teen's thighs, smacking one side several times before moving to the other and spanking it a few times. The chubs jumped forward, then lay back down. Moving that way, Skye's bottom reminded Corinne of a water bed she once slept on. It undulated beneath her with every movement of her body, but still felt firm. There was a solid wave before it stilled.
SPANK!
"Owww!" Now that hurt. The previous spanks stung somewhat, but these new ones actually hurt. Enough is enough! Skye decided to try some manipulation.
"Oh, please stop! I beg you! You're hurting me so badly! I can't stand it. Ohhhh! It hurts so much," Skye cried.
Worse than the bite of the spanking was the utter humiliation she felt at being naked with her legs wide open and her bottom lifted towards this woman as though Skye were giving it to her as a gift.
"Nice try, Skye," Corinne said. "It won't work, though. I've heard you scheme many times. Obviously, you haven't learned anything yet, so I'll have to
get serious here and really spank you now."
"God damn you!" Skye shouted, angry that her ploy hadn't worked. She bucked
her body as much as the restraints allowed, screaming obscenities and calling out threats.
Corinne removed her hand from Skye's waist and used it to draw aside, slightly, one of the girl's cheeks.
"Now, Skye, remember, when someone spanks you, you mustn't retaliate. You should turn the other cheek," Corinne giggled at her own cleverness.
When Skye felt her cheeks being tugged, she shrieked. Horrified and embarrassed beyond anything she had ever experienced, she burst into fresh tears.
Corinne spanked the inside part of Skye's bottom in hearty, biting spanks on that most tender part.
"No! No! No! Oh, God, please don't do that," Skye screamed. "Owww!" Skye howled at the burning prickles of heat that traveled up her bottom.
Corinne changed her position until she was on her knees between Skye's legs, directly behind the girl's bottom. She used both hands to spank Skye's pudgy rounds at the same time, slapping down with force again and again. Corinne had, of course, heard the sound her mother's hand (not to mention hairbrush) had made on Corinne's bare bottom. She was surprised, though, at the difference in the sounds she heard now that she was doing the spanking. Depending on the position of her hand and the kind of spank she was giving, some of the slaps sounded like crinkling cellophane. Some like firecrackers popping or a crack of lightning. The sounds fascinated her as much as the spanks she gave delighted her and the shades of red satisfied her. At each double spank, Skye's bottom jumped up of its own accord. Just as the cheeks settled back down, they were struck again in that awful twin smack, sending her body forward.
SMACK!
"Owww!"
It was difficult to squirm, let alone escape from the stinging swats raining down on her. Skye prayed no one at school would ever find out about this. She was used to being the one in control. She was mortified at the position she was in, not to mention the feel of the constant bouncing of her bottom. She clenched her cheeks at the approach of every spank. She was humbled at being punished like an ordinary child, especially at the hands of this woman she didn't even know. Between spanks and her own shrieks, she wondered if this disciplinarian was the mother of one of the boys she had stood up. She hadn't gotten a very good look at her and, even if she had, would not have known her anyway. She rarely met the mother of a boy she went out with. When this horrible ordeal was over, she'd find out who this woman was and make her pay.
"You are also very rude, Skye," Corinne reprimanded the teen. "You order people around as though you are the only one who matters, without the least concern for anyone else's feelings. You should be ashamed of yourself," Corinne scolded as she heartily spanked the sassy darlings.
WHAP! SLAP! SPANK!
"Owwww! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
"All right, that's enough of that," Corinne decided.
Oh, thank God, Skye thought. It's over. I'll act humble until this nut unties me and then it will be her turn to be spanked. And I'll really spank her, too. I'll teach her what a real spanking is, Skye decided.
"I'm going to get the paddle now, you naughty girl, and put a good blaze on
your insolent cheeks," Corinne promised. Skye's bottom was already a bright stinging red.
Oh, no! Skye thought. Until the word 'paddle' was mentioned, she had been full of plans about what she was going to have done to this woman. Her bottom was stinging but, despite her screams, (and except for the embarrassment), it wasn't as bad as she had pretended. She actually felt jolts of delight and tickles of pleasure dance through her as each spank landed on her firm bottom. Even hearing the word "spank" brought a throb of pleasure. She tried to deny her arousal as well as the hot wetness between her legs. She hoped this crazy woman would not become aware of the effect this spanking had had on her. Anyway, the paddle would change all that. It would bring a lot of pain and no pleasure at all. She was sure of that.
"No! No! Please! Don't use a paddle! This is bad enough," Skye begged. Okay, listen. I'm sorry I was rude. I'll try to be more polite."
Corinne laughed as got off the bed and walked over to the large handbag she
had brought with her. She reached inside and pulled out the familiar oval-shaped hairbrush. It was the one Corinne's mother used on her, so she knew from experience how quickly and how well it could roast buns. If her mother ever found out about this stunt, Corinne knew she'd feel the sting of that hairbrush for a long time.
She walked back over to Skye and knelt on the bed.
"That gentle hand spanking was not nearly as bad as you deserve, young lady, for your arrogant and impudent behavior," she told the teen in the best impersonation of her mother. She raised the brush and landed the first of a dozen sound whacks.
"Ohhhhhhhh! It burns! It stings! Oh, please stop!" Skye screeched, wiggling
her bottom, her little fig dancing.
WHACK! THWACK! SWAT!
Corinne noticed the ripe pink fullness between Skye's legs. Was it her imagination, or was it glistening with slick moisture? Could it be Skye liked this? Hmmm. Skye was calling Corinne crazy but Corinne was not the one who enjoyed being spanked. All she ever felt was hot pain at the fiery swats her
mother gave her. Well, if it's pleasure she wants...
The paddle whistled before it stuck Skye's already tender flesh.
"Owww! Ohhhh noooo! I swear I'll never be rude again. Owwww! Never!" The paddle did hurt even more than Skye had imagined. This was not the part of the spanking that had (unwillingly) aroused her.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Skye's response was an extended howl. She made a deal with God that if the punishment would just end, she'd take no revenge against this woman.
"What about teasing the boys with your perky breasts and pouting bottom?" Corinne asked, while concentrating her spanking efforts to ensure that Skye's entire bottom had felt the bite of the brush.
"I'll never do it again. I promise! I'll swear it on a bible," Skye vowed.
SLAP! THWACK! SWAT!
"I don't believe you, Skye. I think you'll leave here and forget this little spanking and go right on being naughty." Corinne was enjoying herself immensely.
"Owww! I won't forget. I won't. I'll be good forever. Please stop," Skye wailed, believing her hysterical promises.
Corinne couldn't resist landing three more hard spanks.
"Oh, all right. I'll let you off easily this time. Don't think for a minute
I can't get you back in this very position the next I think you need a spanking," Corinne warned.
"Oh thank you. Thank you, Skye sighed her relief. "Oh God, my bottom is so hot. Thank you for stopping. Ohhhh!"
"Well, It won't hurt for long, honey, because I'm going to soothe you in a very pleasant way."
"Wh, What do you mean?" Skye asked, her relief short-lived.
Corinne glided her hands over the burning globes, her fingertips grazing the cleft of the teen's bottom.
Skye gasped. "Please don't do that."
Corinne began kissing the tender flesh, flicking her tongue against it while continuing to stroke the buns with her hands.
"I like boys!" Skye blurted.
"Me, too, but your little bottom, raised the way it is, is just teasing me,
begging me. I can't resist you," Corinne murmured.
Corinne parted Skye's cheeks and teased the little pink pucker with her fingertip. Skye jumped and wiggled her bottom.
"Don't do that! Stop it right now! I mean it!" Skye demanded.
"Now, Skye, be a good girl. You know what happens to naughty ones."
Corinne placed her hand between Skye's legs and touched the girl's plump berry with her fingertip, pleased to realize the girl was drenched in slippery wetness. She had not imagined it. Skye gasped and wiggled, trying to escape but only succeeded in becoming more aroused at the fingertip moving against her bud. Corinne teased and played with the ripe berry until Skye moaned and moved her body in response.
"Do you want me to untie you?"
"No. That is, not yet," Skye said.
Corinne continued touching Skye's plump rosebud and bringing her fingertip down her slippery slit and up to the aperture in her bottom while Skye sighed and moved her bottom in answer to that action.
Corinne untied the teen's ankles and then reached up and untied her wrists.
Skye turned over, her spectacular round breasts finally displayed. Corinne
placed her mouth on one of Skye's nipples and kissed it. Skye held Corinne's head gently against her breast. Corinne sucked the erect bud gently. "Harder," Skye demanded. "Please," she quickly amended. Corinne licked around the pert bud and flicked it with her tongue while caressing the girl's other breast. She turned her attention to the other nipple, sucking it, licking it, kissing it. Again Skye sighed with pleasure, then realized this couldn't be anyone's mother.
Corinne moved down between the girl's legs and used her tongue to open the teen's wet slit. She kissed and licked the pink bud time and again, nibbled and flicked her tongue against it. She gently sucked it and softly slapped her tongue against it until Skye's body convulsed deliciously and the girl gasped at the overwhelming pleasure never felt before. Skye lay on the bed, unmoving, breathing heavily.
"You can leave now, Skye," Corinne said. She did not expect Skye to reciprocate. Corinne was satisfied with the surprising turn of events. She expected only to spank this girl. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined making love to her.
"Remember, I expect you to be a good girl. No more teasing, no more rude behavior," Corinne couldn't resist a last tease before letting Skye go.
Skye uttered soft mmmms while laying still.
Corinne half reclined beside her. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want
to go?" she asked.
Skye just looked at her, eyes glazed. Corinne took the opportunity to kiss her, darting her tongue inside the teen's warm, wet mouth. To Corinne's very pleasant surprise, Skye responded with her own tongue. They kissed while Skye's hands clumsily attempted to explore Corinne's body. Corinne stood up and quickly undressed while Skye watched her. She stared at her small breasts and dark nipples. Her eyes traveled down the slender body, past her flat tummy to the neat, small thatch of dark curls, to her bare and shapely thighs. Now Skye could now see how young this person was.
Corinne lay back down and Skye moved her hands over every part of Corinne while they kissed. She moved her mouth away from Corinne's to the girl's nipples and tentatively sucked them, unsure of how to proceed. Corinne encouraged the exploration and Skye found herself between Corinne's legs, tonguing the girl's berry, kissing and trying the licking, flicking motion Corinne had done to her. She tried softly sucking it and darting her tongue against it, again trying to imitate Corinne, until she felt the girl's body stiffen. Corinne let out a sharp cry and her body quaked as pleasure flowed through her.
The two girls lay in each other's arms, now and then touching and kissing.
"Who are you?" Skye finally asked. "How do you know me?"
"My name is Corinne. We're both seniors at the same school," she informed her. "I'm not surprised you don't know me. There are a few hundred seniors and I'm not some boy you teased."
"I guess I have behaved badly," Skye admitted. "I was having fun. I didn't realize I was hurting anyone. I never thought about it. I didn't care," she
confessed. "God, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up?"
"You can start by giving, not just taking," Corinne suggested. They made love again, Skye giving as well as receiving.
"Corinne, I want you to turn me over your knee and spank me," Skye asked shyly. "But not with the paddle." She hastened to add. "Just your hand. I want to feel what it's like with your body under mine. Don't do it too hard. Okay?"
"Okay," Corinne agreed, still amazed that a stinging bottom could bring pleasure.
Corrine sat up and Skye placed herself over the girl's knees and lifted her
still-red bottom for spanking.
Corinne caressed the fiery chubs, gave them several light spanks, then soothed the tender skin. Skye raised her magnificent bottom again in response to the stinging smacks, as well as to the touching. Corinne slapped harder, causing a slightly greater bite. Skye gasped at the sting then moaned at the pleasure of it. Corinne spanked the plump red cheeks with hot slaps until Skye said "enough." Corinne stroked the crimson cheeks.
"Are you sure you've had enough, Skye? I'd be happy to spank you some more,
she teased."
"Yes, Corinne. I'm sure. No more, please," Skye blurted, somewhat afraid that another hard spanking was about to happen.
"Are you going to be a good girl now?" Corinne asked.
"Yes. Oh, yes. I'll be good. Please don't spank me, Corinne." Skye, now understanding that Corinne was teasing her, played along, actually enjoying the game.
Corinne helped the girl off of her lap and they settled back onto the bed pleased with themselves and they made love a third time.
Later, the girls left the building together. They exchanged a few hurried and hidden kisses before each got into their cars and drove home, wet, sated and exhausted.
"Hi, sweetie," Corinne's mother greeted her when she got home from work. "How was your day?
"Deeeelightful and deeeeelicious," Corinne replied, kissing her mother's cheek before flopping back down on the sofa in front of the TV.
"Do you have any interesting ideas of how that loft could be used?" her mother asked as she walked into the kitchen.
"Oh yeah! I could make that loft a very pleasant place to spend the day," Corinne stated.
Laughing, Corinne's mother murmured "'delightful and delicious'. What a darling girl I have."
Copyright Paris Annette Morreau.