It was late night. Me and my best
friend Chrissy had been at a party, and I'd agreed to come back to her place,
where we'd probably listen to music until we fell asleep in her room. This was
what usually happened after a long party.
I was wearing my dress from the
party, a green cotton dress that I felt accentuated my curves. I'd certainly
gotten more than a few looks at the party. Chrissy was wearing her Nightwish
t-shirt, but she had discarded her jeans due to the warmth. Every time she
stretched herself or raised her arms as she walked around the room, the hem of
the t-shirt would rise up and reveal her pink, skimpy panties. I watched the
material stretch snugly across her bubble butt and was filled with a desire to
spank that gorgeous bottom.
This was still a fairly new
experience for me. I'd never really had those kinds of thoughts about other
girls, and definitely not about my best friend, but for some reason, I had an
overwhelming urge to put her across my knee and spank her bottom. Maybe I was
worried about the direction her life was taking and wanted to introduce some
discipline to her life, I tried to tell myself. Yes, that was it. I was only
concerned for her, her future, and her supple backside.
Chrissy was looking for a
particular CD she'd recently picked up, but she didn't seem to have any idea
where it was. A thought seemed to strike her, and she got on her hands and
knees on the bed to look behind it. "Maybe it fell down here last
night," I think she said. I wasn't paying much attention to her words,
since she was presenting a very appealing sight, on her hands and knees and
jutting her rear in my direction. Once again, my palm began to itch with desire
to smack those round cheeks.
An idea appeared in my head, and
in my alcohol-addled state, it sounded like the best idea in the history of the
world.
"Stay still," I told
her. "There's a mosquito on you."
She froze in position.
"Where?"
"On your butt. Stay
still," I repeated. I approached her and gave her left cheek a firm smack.
My palm tingled in a wonderful way. "Darn, it moved. Stay still."
This time, I slapped her right cheek. "It moved again."
I sat down on the bed and wrapped
my left arm around her waist to hold her in place as my right hand slapped her
bottom. Her cheeks bounced under my hand, and she gasped and moaned. It was
everything I had ever imagined and more.
In hindsight, I can't believe she
fell for it, but she remained in place and didn't complain as I chased the
imaginary mosquito around on her rear end. High and low, left cheek and right
cheek, then down to her sit spots for a while. After a few minutes, her butt
was getting slightly pink, and I decided that it was time to call it quits. She
might have some harsh questions for me when she sobered up, and it wasn't worth
it to push my luck.
"Darn," I said,
sounding disappointed as I let go of her waist. "It flew away."
But Chrissy didn't rise up as I
had imagined. She remained in position, biting her lip in deep thought.
"Are you sure?" she
said after a while.
"What?"
"Are you sure it flew away?
You should keep smacking me – uh, I mean it." She wriggled her rear
slightly. "Just to be sure."
For a few seconds, my mouth felt
dry as a desert. I grinned down at my best friend. "You bad, bad girl. You
want a spanking, do you? Well, I'm happy to oblige."
She squealed as I grabbed her and
placed her over my knee, but she didn't resist, not even when I grabbed the
waistband of her panties and lowered them to her knees.
"Bad girls get good spankings,"
I said, trying my best to sound stern. I think the giggling ruined the effect.
My hand roved across her bare bottom, delivering a few firm smacks, then gently
rubbing the sting away before continuing the spanking.
I have no idea how long I had that
wriggling, moaning girl across my lap as I gently spanked her, but finally, the
late hour and the alcohol took its toll, and we fell asleep cuddling each
other. She still had her panties around her ankles, and my right hand was
gently rubbing her rear as sleep overtook us.
I knew that our relationship had
changed, and that we would have to have a frank discussion about the way
forward, but that was a discussion for tomorrow.
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