Two Girls

(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!