Sunday, 26 October 2025

Her oblivious friend 2 (M/F story)

When Olivia arrived in class that Friday, Simon greeted her with a kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Erica staring at them, and Olivia felt a little tinge of pleasure from the look on the girl's face – it was clear that Erica realized that she'd lost the battle for Simon's affection. Not that Simon had ever realized that there was one, of course.

"So, are you two finally dating?" Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend. Simon nodded. "How did that happen?"

A cold shiver ran down her back as Olivia waited for Simon's reply. At no point had she thought of telling him to lie about that – and Simon, who was an honest person, wouldn't see any reason not to tell the truth. He would calmly inform the class that after she discovered his secret kink, she'd stood in his bedroom in a slutty maid outfit and asked him to spank her, and he'd happily obliged. DOING it had been embarrassing enough for her – but standing here and listening to him tell them all about it? That would be torture! She wanted to give him a subtle wave to keep quiet, but she knew that there was nothing she could do that would penetrate his usual denseness – at least nothing that wouldn't be picked up by everyone else in the room.

Simon thought for a second. "Well, yesterday, she came to my house to play video games, and she told me how she felt. I realized I felt the same." He shrugged. "Not much more to say, really."

Olivia managed to keep her face neutral as she breathed a sigh of relief. What a sweet reinterpretation of events. It turned out Simon could be tactful as well. Who knew? That was an even bigger surprise than discovering that he liked to spank girls.

After school, they headed back to his house. His parents would not be back from their cabin trip until very late, so they sat in the living room chatting and watching TV.

After a while, he smiled at her. "By the way, how is your bottom feeling? I hope I wasn't too hard on you yesterday."

She beamed back. "All healed, thank you." Her impish side made her give him a lustful grin. "Would you like to see?"

"Nah, I believe you," he said, returning his glance to the TV. It took almost a minute before he realized what she'd said. He spun around. "I mean, yes please!"

Olivia stifled a chuckle. Simon had a lot of good qualities, but there was little chance of him being the brains in the relationship.

She tossed her hair and glanced flirtatiously at him as she leaned over his lap. His hand rubbed gently on the seat of her skirt, and she purred softly, pushing her bottom into his palm. Eventually, he raised her skirt, lowering her green cotton panties to reveal a beautiful bare bottom. His fingers explored her curves, and she moaned.

"Hm. There's a few faint marks," he said quietly. "A little bit of pinkness. Not entirely healed, I see." He rested his hand on her bottom, squeezing gently. "Maybe I should spank you for lying to me…"

Sunday, 19 October 2025

Her oblivious friend (M/F story)

"I have a question," Simon said. The two upper sixth students, who had known each other for most of their lives, were sitting in a pair of bean bags in Simon's bedroom, watching an old movie they'd seen multiple times before.

"Go ahead," Olivia responded, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"You know how I can't tell when a girl is flirting with me?"

Olivia sighed. "I've noticed," she said with a touch of bitterness that she knew Simon would be too dense to pick up on. In many ways, Simon was a wonderful guy – tall, handsome, kind, occasionally witty, and in excellent shape, but he was also the most oblivious person she'd ever met.

"You know Erica in our maths class? I'm wondering if she's interested in me."

"Oh really?" Olivia responded drily. "What makes you say that?" Apart from the way the girl would throw herself at him at every opportunity?

Simon shrugged. "Just a feeling I have."

"And you? Do you have feelings for her?" she asked, trying to sound as if the answer to her question couldn't possibly break her heart into a million little pieces.

He frowned. "No, I don't think so. I've been wondering if I should tell her I'm not interested, but if I'm wrong and she HASN'T been trying to flirt with me, that would come off as arrogant, wouldn't it?"

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, it would, but I think you're right about her, so go ahead. So, you're not interested in her?" She grinned. "Is there someone else who has caught your eye?" Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she started to toy with her hair, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He thought about it. "No," he concluded. "There's no one."

She wanted to scream from frustration, but took comfort in the fact that at least that meant he was still available.

Olivia wasn't sure when she'd first fallen for Simon. They'd known each other for so long, it was hard to pinpoint when affection had changed to infatuation. She'd tried to let him know how she felt, but Simon was not a man who spotted subtle hints – or any other type of hints, for that matter.

Deep down, she knew that there was no sign she could give him that would have an effect, and that she should just tell him how she felt, but she was too scared to do that. They'd been best friends forever – if he didn't feel the same way, would their friendship survive? Could he still hang out with the girl who had professed her love for him? Did she even want to do that?

When the movie ended, he turned to look at her. "I need to head to the store to pick up some stuff for my parents before it closes. Want to come with me?"

She shook her head. "Nah, I'm too comfortable. Could you buy some snacks for me, though?"

"Sure." He thought for a second. "A bag of Maltesers and two cans of Diet Irn Bru?"

She grinned. "You know me so well." She blew him a kiss as he left, and was only slightly hurt when he didn't blow one back.

She leaned back, intending to take a little nap, but there was something about seeing that unmade bed that irked her. While Simon was far from a slob, he didn't quite meet her own high standards of tidiness. She eventually managed to rise from the bean bag, shuffling over to the bed. When she plumped the pillow, her hand touched some magazines hidden beneath, and she sighed to herself when she realized what it was – of course the eighteen-year-old boy had some porn magazines tucked away. Even Simon had flaws, it appeared. She glanced at the cover, and her eyes widened. A young woman dressed in a maid's uniform, bent over the lap of a stern-looking man as he spanked her bottom. She looked at the others, and they were all variations upon the same theme – young women, usually maids, being spanked. She was speechless. She'd had no idea that Simon was into this stuff.

Could this be a silly misunderstanding? Maybe the magazines belonged to someone else, and had ended up in his bed through some strange turn of events that she didn't understand yet? On a hunch, she picked up one of the magazines and turned to the first page. She sighed, shaking her head. Simon was the only person she knew who could even think of writing his full name in his porn, in case it became lost.

At first, Olivia felt disgusted, but soon calmed down. His kink was odd, but perfectly harmless, and it wasn't as if he'd inflicted it upon her – the only reason she knew about it was that she'd been too nosy. Then, she began to wonder if she could use this knowledge for her own ends. She would know if her best friend had ever spanked a girl, wouldn't she? She didn't think he could keep something like that secret from her, and as far as she knew, he hadn't. What would he do if one offered herself? Would it turn out that the way to his heart was through her bottom? She decided to see if that costume shop downtown was still open for business…

Sunday, 12 October 2025

Unmuted (M/F story)

 It was Friday, which meant that I was working from home. I was sitting in my comfiest chair, but was still clean-shaven and well-dressed, since I wanted to be in the right mental state for work. I had already finished the reports I had to complete before the weekend, and I was now in a Teams call with my boss Judith about what we'd be focusing on next week.

Meanwhile, my girlfriend Madeleine, who had the day off, was being a brat. She wanted to cuddle on the sofa with me and watch some TV, or show me some memes on her phone, and wouldn't listen when I told her that my workday wasn't quite over yet.

The tall brunette was now bent over the coffee table, pretending to tidy up, while wearing her shortest skirt and no panties, and wiggling her rear end enticingly. She was being distracting, and from the smug look on her face, she knew it.

Deciding that I needed to deal with the situation, I moved the mouse to the mute button in Teams. Keeping my face impassive, so as to not reveal anything on camera, I glanced at Madeleine. "Young lady, if you don't start behaving, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can't sit for a week."

Two things happened after that. The first was that Madeleine grinned even wider, poking her tongue at me as she wriggled her backside even more – just like I knew she would. The second was that I heard a gasp coming from my headphones, and looked back at the screen to see Judith staring open-mouthed at me.

To my horror, I realized that I had clicked the wrong button. I hadn't turned off my microphone – I'd turned off my camera instead. My boss had just heard me threaten my girlfriend with a spanking.

I quickly turned my camera back on, but before I could say anything, Judith left the call. I stared at the screen. Should I send her a message? Try to explain the situation? There was a big risk of making the whole thing worse, and I decided that the best thing to do was to leave it until Monday morning. Hopefully, I would think of a way to explain it all during the weekend.

"What's wrong?" Madeleine said next to me, suddenly worried. She must have noticed my expression. I explained what had happened, and she stifled a giggle, almost managing to look sympathetic. "Poor Jerry," she said, kissing me. "I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have distracted you while you were working, should I?" She fluttered her eyelashes. "Maybe I should be punished…"

Noticing that my workday was essentially over, I needed no further encouragement. I turned my laptop off, taking a seat on the sofa. Madeleine placed herself over my lap, and I flipped up her skirt, revealing a beautiful pair of bare buttocks. My hand smacked down hard on her quivering cheeks, and she let out a delighted squeal as I spanked her. I grinned, deciding to enjoy the moment and worry about the future later.

Sunday, 5 October 2025

Suggest sequels (also, I describe how I write stories)

This didn't get much response the last time I tried it, but that's not a reason not to try again.
 
Sometimes, people want me to write sequels to the stories I've written, which is always flattering. Now, I'm going to let my readers vote on which one. Write a comment naming a story of mine you'd like to see a sequel to, and once I have a few suggestions, I'll create a poll. Whichever wins, I'll write a sequel to it.
 
Feel free to also suggest what you'd like to happen in that story. I'm not promising to follow your suggestion, but if I like your ideas, I will use them. I might also write sequels to the runners-up, if inspiration strikes me.
 
I'd also like to share with you my process for creating stories, in case anyone was curious.

Her oblivious friend 2 (M/F story)

When Olivia arrived in class that Friday, Simon greeted her with a kiss. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Erica staring at them, ...