It was two weeks since Helen and her boyfriend Brad had split up. Still getting used to living alone again, she'd received an invitation from her childhood friend Anne to stay a week or two with her. Anne lived out in the country with her boyfriend Darren, and felt that the change of scenery would be the perfect cure for Helen's mood. Helen had agreed.
She'd arrived Friday evening, and they'd enjoyed a nice dinner as she was introduced to Anne's boyfriend. Darren was a charming, handsome man who seemed to infect others with his grin, and Anne was also a real joy to be around, so Helen could feel her mood improving already.
The following morning, Darren was baking cupcakes while the women sat in the living room, chatting over a cup of coffee. Anne suggested that the two of them should go for a walk in the nearby woods. "Let's just grab a couple cupcakes and go."
"No touching the cupcakes!" Darren said, affecting a strict tone as he wagged his finger at them. "Those are for after dinner. I haven't even put the glazing on them yet."
Anne poked her tongue at him, then went to fetch a bottle of water, in case they were in the forest longer than expected – she tended to worry too much. As Helen rose, she accidentally spilled some of the coffee on her jeans. Fortunately, she wasn't burnt, but as she watched the growing dark patch, she had no desire to go walk around in trousers with a wet, dirty stain on them. Realizing that she hadn't brought anything else fit for a trip through the forest, she went to Anne's wardrobe and grabbed one of her dark red skirts - the two were similar in size and had borrowed clothes from each other before.
Helen headed outside, where she expected to find Anne waiting for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. As she walked past the kitchen, the smell of freshly bakes cupcakes drew her in - Darren had left them to cool on the kitchen counter, near the open window. Drawn by the sweet smell, she quickly leaned in to grab a couple. They could enjoy them on their walk, and he'd never notice that two were missing.
While she was bent over the windowsill with her top half inside the kitchen, she suddenly felt a sharp smack on her skirt-clad rear end, and Darren's voice whispered teasingly: "Stealing cupcakes after being warned? Tsk tsk! I didn't think you'd need another spanking so soon."
She realized the reason for his mistake – at the angle she'd been, he could only have seen her bottom half. "I'm borrowing one of her skirts, and - wait a second. You SPANK Anne!?" She tried to take a step away from him, but only backed into the wall. "You've spanked her recently!?"
He hesitated, considering what to respond. "Would you believe me if I said 'No, of course not'?" Noting the expression on her face, he added, "No, I didn't think you would."
Suddenly, Anne placed her hand on his shoulder. "Hey guys, what's going on?" she said cheerfully.
"Helen was stealing cupcakes. I saw her leaning into the window, thought it was you, and... well, I smacked her bottom," Darren said.
Anne grinned. "That explains the sheepish look on your face."
He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "And I also let slip that I spank you," he said with a grimace.
"Ah. That explains the look on HER face," Anne said, raising an eyebrow. She walked over to Helen, placing an arm around her shoulder. "We'll just go for that walk we had planned, and I'll explain everything while the big, mean, scary man finishes his cupcakes."
As they walked down the forest path, Helen was still stunned by what had just happened. Eventually, she looked over at Anne. "So... it's true? He spanks you?"
Anne smiled. "Only when I want him too - which is quite often, admittedly. He actually spanked me yesterday, a few hours before you arrived, as we assumed we wouldn't get to play while you were staying here."
Helen tried to process this. "You... you WANT him to spank you?"
She nodded. "It's very fun, and the erotic thrill is like nothing else I've ever felt. Being over his lap, feeling his strong thighs under me and his hand gently caressing my bare bottom, before suddenly delivering a sharp, stinging smack... being taken in hand and handing over control to him. He usually spanks me to tears - sometimes far beyond that point - which is a great cathartic release." She grinned. "Not to mention that the sex afterwards is amazing."
They walked on. Helen would ask her questions, and Anne would do her best to answer, but most of the time, they walked in silence. As they began to head back, Anne told her, "I don't really expect you to understand. I don't know if it's LOGICAL, but it's right for me. For us."
Gradually, Helen summoned up the courage to ask the question she really wanted to ask. Finally, she looked at Anne. "Do you think I could watch? Could I witness one of your spankings?"
Anne stared at her in surprise, then smiled reassuringly. "If that's what you want."
Just after dinner, the three of them were in the living room. Darren was sitting on one of the straight-backed wooden chairs from the kitchen. Which he had placed in the middle of the room. Anne was standing next to him, an anticipatory grin on her face. Helen was sitting in a comfy chair, staring in wonder at the pair.
Darren smiled up at his girlfriend. When she'd explained Helen's request, he'd been eager to give her the show she wanted. "You've been a very naughty girl. I'm going to have to take you over my knee."
Anne fluttered her eyelashes at him. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again," she said in a soft voice.
"It's too late for that, young lady. Over my knee!"
She leaned forward, placing her weight on his lap. Once she'd wriggled into place, he placed his hand on the seat of her skirt, gently rubbing in circles. Suddenly, he lifted his palm and smacked it down on her left cheek, before delivery an equally hard slap on the right side. His hand moved slowly, delivering a spank every few seconds, while his girlfriend glanced at Helen with a grin on her face. Helen couldn't quite believe her eyes.
Darren's hand moved from cheek to cheek, and the spanks gradually came faster. "Time to raise this skirt, I think."
"No, Daddy," Anne said in a voice that utterly failed to sound scared. "I don't want you to see my panties!"
"You should have thought of that before you were naughty," he scolded as he grabbed the hem of her skirt, flipping it up to reveal a pair of white cotton panties. There were some pink handprints visible on the soft flesh beneath. He continued to spank, and Helen was surprised at how different it sounded when his hand landed.
Anne was now squirming with every slap, curling her toes as the pain grew. Her rear was slowly turning pink, but the grin never faded from her face. Suddenly, Darren placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. "That's enough of a warm-up - time to really get started."
"No, Daddy," Anne moaned. "Please don't pull my panties down. You can't spank me on the bare!"
"Can and will, little girl," Darren said as he began to lower them. Even from across the room, Helen could see the moist patch on the panties. As she squirmed in her chair, Helen realized that Anne wasn't the only one who was wet.
By now, Darren was spanking more firmly, and Anne was kicking her legs as her bottom turned red. She let out little yelps of pain, and the grin had faded, but she still hadn't really told him to stop.
As the tears began to flow, Darren stopped the spanking. He helped his girlfriend up, and she sat on his knee while he comforted her. After a few seconds, she leaned forward, kissing him passionately on the lips. "Thank you for giving me what I needed, Darren," she said.
After a few seconds, she seemed to remember her audience, and looked over at her friend. "How was it, Helen? Did that answer any questions you had?" Helen nodded, but there was a nervous expression on her face. "Are you OK?" Anne asked, her voice full of concern. "I can assure you that he didn't do anything I didn't want him to."
"No, it's not that. It's just..." Helen took a deep breath. The words that were about to emerge from her mouth could very well ruin a friendship, but she couldn't hold them back. "Could I... could I have a spanking?"
All was quiet for a few seconds. Darren raised an eyebrow and looked at his girlfriend. She briefly considered it, then nodded. Rising to her feet, she took Helen's place in the comfy chair, wincing as her rear touched the soft seat. Her panties had been kicked off at some point during the spanking.
"How would you like it?" Darren said as he looked up at Helen. "Some gentle pats over the skirt? Or the way Anne just got it, spanked to tears, with some playful scolding... and on the bare?"
She blushed. The first option sounded like the best. But then again, this hadn't been a day for wise choices. "Like Anne's spanking," she replied.
"In every respect?" Darren said. She nodded. "OK then. Stand on the floor next to me, on my right side. There you go." He wagged his finger in her face. "You've been a very naughty girl, and it's time you were properly punished for it."
Helen felt lightheaded, wondering just what she was getting herself into. "I'm sorry, Darren. I won't do it again."
He winced. "Please call me 'Daddy' when you're speaking in-character. It's our way of separating the play from reality."
"I'm sorry.... Daddy. I know I've been bad, but I didn't mean to!"
"Well, I think a proper spanking is just what you need. Bend over my knee!"
Hesitantly, she leaned over his lap. She started as his hand began to rub the seat of her skirt, and she bit her lip in anticipation. He lifted his hand, delivering a firm smack to her left cheek, then her right. Slowly and gently, he began to spank her. She smiled to herself. Anne had been right - there was something erotically pleasant about the feeling of his hand on her bottom.
"Ouch," she winced when he struck a place he'd already spanked. "I didn't know it hurt this much!"
"You're probably more sensitive than I am," Anne said. "We've been doing this for a while, but this is your first time - or at least, I presume it is."
After a few minutes, Darren grabbed the hem of her skirt. "I think it's time we raised this."
"Oh, no, Darre... Daddy," she corrected herself. "I've been punished enough. I'll be good, I promise!"
"I've heard that before, young lady," he scolded as he flipped up her skirt. She shivered as he rubbed the seat of her powder-blue panties. A yelp escaped her lips as he continued the spanking - the skirt had offered more protection than she had expected.
She was squirming around, but despite the heat in her seat, she found herself loving it. Who knew that spankings could feel this good?
"That's the warm-up done with," he declared as he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. "Now, it's time for the real spanking to begin." She gasped; it was one thing to be over the knee of her friend's boyfriend, having her bottom smacked, but having him actually pull her panties down seemed to be crossing a line. But he'd given her the option if avoiding this part, and she had chosen to be spanked like Anne.
He peeled down her panties, resting his hand on her bare cheeks. She curled her toes, enjoying the touch of a man's hand on her naked skin again. That was a thing she'd missed since her breakup.
As he continued to spank her, she found herself yelping and kicking her legs. The sting grew quickly, and she could soon feel tears at the edges of her eyes. His hand continued to rise and fall mercilessly, eliciting groans and moans from her.
When the tears began to flow, he stopped spanking and helped her up. Like he'd done with Anne, he sat her on his knee and began to comfort her, whispering soothingly as he ran his fingers through her hair. Before she could stop herself, Helen found herself leaning against him and placing a kiss on his lips.
For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then, Anne rose to her feet, walking over to sit on Darren's other knee, placing her head against his chest. He placed one arm over each woman's shoulder as he comforted the spanked women.
As she sat there, Helen began to wonder what the fallout of her various indiscretions would be. What would happen to their friendship? Would this be a game they all played together, or would it be best if she left? She wondered what the future would bring.
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