(Apologies that you you've had to wait so long for the but my internet has been down!)
If two girls
share a flat together, good friends of course and both tolerant and obliging,
then what a pleasure it can be. Duties can be shared, they can take it in turns
to shop, and if they both happen to be in together in an evening , they
can have a cozy time together, watching
old movies on TV and doing each other’s make up,
not to mention sharing confidences about past lovers and the men they fancy. And if of course, after a glass or two too many of Chardonnay, one of them finds herself in the other one’s bed , quite by accident of course, then it would only be polite for both of them to show that there are no hard feelings.
When the
weather is good they can sunbathe together in the garden,
and even go
away for an occasional break somewhere hot and balmy.
Could
anything be more harmonious or pleasurable?
But just
suppose that when on holiday they both spy on the beach an example of manhood
by which all others shall be measured,
a man with dreamy far away eyes and a torso
that cries out to be licked all over,
matched with
a bottom no girl could resist taking a bite out of?
Here is a
potential problem as there’s two of them and only one of him; in a perfect
world there would be two of them and three of him, one each and a spare, but
life does not work out that way.
So time
passes and one day when Helen happens to be on her own in town (the other girl
is called Lilly by the way), and she finds herself staring in the same shop
window as THE MAN and their reflected eyes meet, and something is said (we’ve
all been there)and they end up sharing a
coffee. So far so innocent, but on the
way back to the hotel in the car Helen and Lilly have hired nature raises its
ugly head and fluids are shared in the back
seat!
Back at the
hotel, Helen decides to tell all, and although Lilly is envious, (she’d often
fantasised about that very scenario, but it had happened with her) she accepts
that these things happen and is happy for her friend.
At least at
first.
But then Lilly
starts to imagine the two of them
together, the things they do and say and
get up to when she is not with them cramping their style.
And the
worst thing about it is that she finds it exciting, visualising John’s (That’s
his name by the way) member getting aroused and hard as it quests for satisfaction
in her friend’s tight moist crevice. What else can poor Lilly do but exorcise the demon of her uninvited arousal
with her expert fingers? Isn’t that what we’d all do?
And so she
copes, but one day she happens to be in town and, glancing in a shop window,
there looking back at her reflection is THE MAN. (Since her friend took up with
him, she still thinks of him that way and refuses to refer to him as John.)
After an awkward
silence he offers her a coffee which she accepts, quiet and cautious, but she accepts nevertheless, and after an
hour in his company finds that despite having horns and a long red tail he
could almost pass for a human being. So
far so innocent, but this is such a shock that on the way back to the hotel in
the car nature raises its ugly head and fluids are shared in the back seat!
Back at the
hotel (Helen is out) John is riddled with guilt about what has happened, and Lily
tells him that she feels bad too, that she’s not that sort of girl and that it
must not, repeat not, ever happen again, but even as she’s saying this she’s
winding her lovely limbs round his,
and before the two of them know it their two naked
bodies are doing that age old mating dance we all know so well and arching with
wicked pleasure.
When it is
all over they both get dressed, and have a problem meeting each other’s eye.
To start
with at least.
John says
that he really has to go and this must never, repeat never, happen again and that from now on they must
simply avoid each other and Lilly says that she agrees. John is about to open
the door when Lilly adds that when it came down to it, it was all her fault for coming on to him so strong. Her concern, she
says, is that she feels so bad about betraying her friend and she won’t know
how to face her and that she really aught to be punished very thoroughly for everything she did.
“Maybe,” She
says to John, her eyes lowered . “Maybe you
should give me a good spanking
for seducing you. That way, hopefully you won’t feel so angry with me
and as I will have been punished for it I will be able to face my friend.”
“Spank you?”
Said John, right by the door but not making any further move to go through it. “You mean .......?”
“Putting me
over your knee and spanking me good and
hard like the naughty girl I clearly am.” Said Lilly, and even as she said it
John saw the whole situation in a different light, and knew that this was
exactly what was needed to sort out their little problem, so taking Lily by the
wrist he leads her across to the bed, sits
down on the end of it and pulls Lilly across his knee.
"This isn’t just a game.” He says. “It’s clear that a
good spanking is exactly what you need.”
But looking at her sleek body stretched across his
lap, for a moment it is as if she is wearing a tiny plaid skirt with long white
socks and he is the displeased adult whose duty it is to discipline her, and he knows that in fact this is a
game but one he is going to enjoy to the full.
Aware that Lilly
had contrived this situation to make his manhood grow stiff and a hard and
hungry for the third time in a short space of time,
part of him is
angry that she had done so, and part of him is enjoying finding himself so
aroused again. Leaving Helen out of the equation he knows that this situation
could not be improved upon. Lilly was very much in the wrong so he can spank her as hard and as long as he likes which he knows will make him even
hornier, but of course afterwards he will
be able to do anything he likes with her
as that is clearly what she wants.
Armed with
this knowledge first he spanks her over her tiny skirt just to get the feel of
things,
then spanks
her with her skirt pulled up so there’s nothing but her skimpy little panties
between his vengeful hand and her punishment,
and finally,
and he really enjoys this, he slowly and
lustfully pulls down her wicked little knickers and spanks her bare
bottom, revelling in the feel of his work toughened hand making sharp contact
with her vulnerable bare flesh.
As Lilly wriggles and gasps and squeals he reminds
himself how it was all her fault and what wicked little minx she has been and
just how much she deserves this punishment, and with his arm tight round
her waist and her lovely sleek legs
threshing in protest continues to spank her with puritan conviction, so that when Helen walks in and sees
this bizarre scenario playing out before her eyes he carries on for a while, quite oblivious of having an audience.
So what
happens now? So many possibilities that
the imagination goes into overdrive, and that being the case I’ll leave it to
each of you to tidy up the loose ends. And of
course I’d love it if you shared
some of them with me!