"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, the blonde 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 hads 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…
It took almost two weeks before Olivia summoned the courage to carry her plan into action, but circumstances eventually became too perfect to resist. It was Thursday evening, Simon's parents were spending the night at their cabin, and he had invited her over for video games. They spent an hour or two playing a new shooter he'd bought, before Olivia asked him to go pick up a pizza. She wanted privacy to prepare her little surprise. When he left, she turned the console off. She didn't know quite how the evening would turn out, but she had a strong feeling that video games would soon be the last thing on their mind. She reached for the backpack where she'd placed her latest purchase.
It took almost half an hour before Simon returned to his home to find the living room empty. "Olivia?" he called out.
"In here," he heard from his bedroom.
He frowned. "We don't have to stay in my bedroom – my parents are out," he reminded her.
"I know. Come in here anyway," she replied.
Still carrying the pizza, he entered the bedroom to find his best friend standing there wearing a maid uniform with deep cleavage and a very short skirt. She smiled at him, before doing a little twirl. His jaw dropped, and he could do nothing but stare.
"I found your magazines," she told him as seductively as she could manage. "I'm afraid I've been peeking. I'm sorry. That was very naughty of me," she purred. "I should probably be punished…" There. That was obvious enough for him, wasn't it? Simon couldn't be too dense to miss her point, could he?
Actually, it was best to not take any chances. "You should take me over your lap and spank me," she added helpfully.
Placing the pizza down on a shelf, Simon grinned lewdly at her, but suddenly looked thoughtful – which was surprising in general, but particularly in these circumstances. "Olivia, are you sure you want to do this? That sounds great, but if you're not comfortable…"
"No, I'm not," she thought to herself. "If we go through with this, it will be very embarrassing, and probably quite painful. Being spanked is a punishment for a reason, isn't it? And what if he refuses? Could I live with that rejection, or would it ruin our friendship? And if he agrees to spank me, our relationship will change forever. Will it be for the better?" Well, she concluded, there was only one way to find out. She smiled at him. "Yes, Simon. I'm sure," she said, trying to sound as if she meant it.
Taking her hand, he grinned at her as if he'd won the lottery as he led her over to the bed. She smiled back, the butterflies in her stomach strong enough to cause a hurricane. He sat down, guiding her over his lap with surprising gentleness. She was stretched out on the bed, with her bottom raised over his lap.
He raised the short maid skirt, revealing a pair of black silky panties. He gently rubbed the seat of her knickers, and she grinned. It felt quite nice to have him touch her bottom like this. Eventually, he removed his hand, lifting it to deliver the first slap. She was surprised at the sensation – it stung, but not entirely unpleasantly. He gave her another dozen smacks, each as slow and gentle as the first. "How does that feel?" he asked.
"I don't know," she admitted. "But keep going." She had entered a whole new world today, and was still trying to figure out what it was, and whether she belonged here.
His hand kept rising and falling, slapping down on her soft cheeks. A pleasant warmth, mixed with a somewhat unpleasant sting, began to spread through her posterior. She grabbed his pillow, resting her head on it as the sensation of being spanked for the first time in her life washed over her.
Gradually, he began to spank harder. She fidgeted and hissed as the pain grew, but did not protest, even when he delivered a set of hard spanks to the lower parts of her bottom that caused her to wince.
Suddenly, he paused, resting his hand on her warm bottom. "I'd like to take your panties down," he said gently. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he knew he could be stepping over a line.
Olivia froze. They'd reached another point of no return, and she had to make a decision that she would live with forever. Did she want Simon to undress her? Should her childhood best friend see her naked?
"Yes," she whimpered, burying her face in her hands as she blushed. He didn't move, and she gasped out, "Go ahead. Take them down before I change my mind."
"No," he responded firmly. "I'm not going to do it if you think you'll regret it. I can spank you over your panties – or we can stop here, if you prefer that."
She smiled, and the glow spreading through her chest was even warmer than her bottom. Simon had proved to be even sweeter than she thought. "Do it," she told him.
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure about anything. I trust you with all my heart," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him and giving him her most reassuring smile.
He smiled back, and his fingers moved to the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he began to peel them down. Olivia blushed, fighting an urge to squirm, but she still had a smile on her face.
He soon resumed the spanking, and Olivia was surprised at how much more it stung on her bare bottom – she hadn't thought the thin silk offered much protection. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, painting every inch of her posterior a pleasant pink. She had begun to squirm over his lap, curling her toes as the sting grew, but she still did not voice any objections.
She yelped every time his hand struck, dancing beautifully over his lap. He smirked at her reaction, his palm finding its target every time. Soon, her cheeks had turned red, and her breathing was laboured.
As the first tears began to trickle down her face, he paused, his hand resting on her sore bottom. "Would you like to stop?" he asked her. She thought about it, and eventually nodded.
Soon, she was curled up in his lap as he rocked her back and forth, cooing gently. She grinned; she'd often dreamed of being in his arms, but she had never imagined it quite like this. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked softly, and she was surprised to find just how much she wanted him to do it again sometime. Instead of answering him, she pressed her lips to his, and they shared their first kiss.
It took over an hour before they finally remembered the pizza. By that point, it was cold, but they ate it anyway.
"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, the blonde 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 hads 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…
It took almost two weeks before Olivia summoned the courage to carry her plan into action, but circumstances eventually became too perfect to resist. It was Thursday evening, Simon's parents were spending the night at their cabin, and he had invited her over for video games. They spent an hour or two playing a new shooter he'd bought, before Olivia asked him to go pick up a pizza. She wanted privacy to prepare her little surprise. When he left, she turned the console off. She didn't know quite how the evening would turn out, but she had a strong feeling that video games would soon be the last thing on their mind. She reached for the backpack where she'd placed her latest purchase.
It took almost half an hour before Simon returned to his home to find the living room empty. "Olivia?" he called out.
"In here," he heard from his bedroom.
He frowned. "We don't have to stay in my bedroom – my parents are out," he reminded her.
"I know. Come in here anyway," she replied.
Still carrying the pizza, he entered the bedroom to find his best friend standing there wearing a maid uniform with deep cleavage and a very short skirt. She smiled at him, before doing a little twirl. His jaw dropped, and he could do nothing but stare.
"I found your magazines," she told him as seductively as she could manage. "I'm afraid I've been peeking. I'm sorry. That was very naughty of me," she purred. "I should probably be punished…" There. That was obvious enough for him, wasn't it? Simon couldn't be too dense to miss her point, could he?
Actually, it was best to not take any chances. "You should take me over your lap and spank me," she added helpfully.
Placing the pizza down on a shelf, Simon grinned lewdly at her, but suddenly looked thoughtful – which was surprising in general, but particularly in these circumstances. "Olivia, are you sure you want to do this? That sounds great, but if you're not comfortable…"
"No, I'm not," she thought to herself. "If we go through with this, it will be very embarrassing, and probably quite painful. Being spanked is a punishment for a reason, isn't it? And what if he refuses? Could I live with that rejection, or would it ruin our friendship? And if he agrees to spank me, our relationship will change forever. Will it be for the better?" Well, she concluded, there was only one way to find out. She smiled at him. "Yes, Simon. I'm sure," she said, trying to sound as if she meant it.
Taking her hand, he grinned at her as if he'd won the lottery as he led her over to the bed. She smiled back, the butterflies in her stomach strong enough to cause a hurricane. He sat down, guiding her over his lap with surprising gentleness. She was stretched out on the bed, with her bottom raised over his lap.
He raised the short maid skirt, revealing a pair of black silky panties. He gently rubbed the seat of her knickers, and she grinned. It felt quite nice to have him touch her bottom like this. Eventually, he removed his hand, lifting it to deliver the first slap. She was surprised at the sensation – it stung, but not entirely unpleasantly. He gave her another dozen smacks, each as slow and gentle as the first. "How does that feel?" he asked.
"I don't know," she admitted. "But keep going." She had entered a whole new world today, and was still trying to figure out what it was, and whether she belonged here.
His hand kept rising and falling, slapping down on her soft cheeks. A pleasant warmth, mixed with a somewhat unpleasant sting, began to spread through her posterior. She grabbed his pillow, resting her head on it as the sensation of being spanked for the first time in her life washed over her.
Gradually, he began to spank harder. She fidgeted and hissed as the pain grew, but did not protest, even when he delivered a set of hard spanks to the lower parts of her bottom that caused her to wince.
Suddenly, he paused, resting his hand on her warm bottom. "I'd like to take your panties down," he said gently. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he knew he could be stepping over a line.
Olivia froze. They'd reached another point of no return, and she had to make a decision that she would live with forever. Did she want Simon to undress her? Should her childhood best friend see her naked?
"Yes," she whimpered, burying her face in her hands as she blushed. He didn't move, and she gasped out, "Go ahead. Take them down before I change my mind."
"No," he responded firmly. "I'm not going to do it if you think you'll regret it. I can spank you over your panties – or we can stop here, if you prefer that."
She smiled, and the glow spreading through her chest was even warmer than her bottom. Simon had proved to be even sweeter than she thought. "Do it," she told him.
He frowned. "Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure about anything. I trust you with all my heart," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him and giving him her most reassuring smile.
He smiled back, and his fingers moved to the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he began to peel them down. Olivia blushed, fighting an urge to squirm, but she still had a smile on her face.
He soon resumed the spanking, and Olivia was surprised at how much more it stung on her bare bottom – she hadn't thought the thin silk offered much protection. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, painting every inch of her posterior a pleasant pink. She had begun to squirm over his lap, curling her toes as the sting grew, but she still did not voice any objections.
She yelped every time his hand struck, dancing beautifully over his lap. He smirked at her reaction, his palm finding its target every time. Soon, her cheeks had turned red, and her breathing was laboured.
As the first tears began to trickle down her face, he paused, his hand resting on her sore bottom. "Would you like to stop?" he asked her. She thought about it, and eventually nodded.
Soon, she was curled up in his lap as he rocked her back and forth, cooing gently. She grinned; she'd often dreamed of being in his arms, but she had never imagined it quite like this. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked softly, and she was surprised to find just how much she wanted him to do it again sometime. Instead of answering him, she pressed her lips to his, and they shared their first kiss.
It took over an hour before they finally remembered the pizza. By that point, it was cold, but they ate it anyway.
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