Abigail rubbed the seat of her jeans with a blissful smile on her face as she returned her flat after another lovely visit to the stern Mister Stokes. Isaac certainly knew how to spank a young lady – and how to treat her in the bedroom afterwards!
She expected to find her flatmate Nilima reading a book, or baking cookies, or drawing, or something like that. She did not expect to find the petite Indian girl spanking herself with a wooden spoon, but that was exactly what happened.
She heard the smacks as soon as she opened the door. Thinking that the sounds were quite familiar, she tiptoed over to Nilima's bedroom to have her suspicions confirmed. Sure enough – her flatmate was bent over her own bed, one hand reaching back to spank her own bottom with a large wooden spoon. She'd removed her skirt, and her panties were around her knees. Nilima moaned as she tapped the spoon lightly against her bare bottom. Abigail stifled a giggle; she guessed that the girl had never had a REAL spanking, if those taps were enough to make her fidget.
She watched the scene for several minutes, enjoying the sight as the girl continued to spank her own bottom. Finally, Abigail decided to knock on the door and make her presence known.
"Oh! Shit!" Nilima shrieked, spinning around.
"Please, don't stop on my account," Abigail said, grinning impishly. "Go ahead!"
"Abigail!" Nilima said, staring at her flatmate. "This… this isn't what it looks like!"
"Oh? You weren't spanking yourself?" Abigail said sweetly. "Then what were you doing? Playing music? Trying to swat a fly? Is this some new form of exercise I haven't heard of?"
Nilima opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of some excuse. "It's… I wasn't…. It's not…"
"You know, I hope you were planning to wash that spoon before placing it back in the kitchen," Abigail said with a teasing smile.
"It's not from the kitchen! I keep it here," Nilima assured her. "I would never make cookies with my spanking spoon! Don't be disgusting." She pouted, then suddenly realized what she'd said. "I mean – my… my massage spoon!"
"Massage? Is that what they call it these days?"
"Oh… it's…" Nilima shook her head, admitting defeat. "Fine. I was spanking myself. It's this desire I have – this NEED. You wouldn't understand."
Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Wouldn't I?" She turned around, lowering her jeans and panties to reveal her bruised bottom. "Are you sure about that?"
"Abigail!" Nilima gasped. "Your bottom! It's… it's bright red!"
"Oh? Is it?" Abigail said drily. "I hadn't noticed!" She wriggled her bottom teasingly.
Nilima stared in wonder at the sight, reaching forward to rub the red flesh. "H-how…."
"It's a lot easier when you have someone else to spank your bottom for you," Abigail told her as she put her clothes back on. She hissed a little as the figure-hugging jeans tightened around her sore rear end. She then took the spoon from Nilima's hand. "Come with me and I'll show you."
She grabbed Nilima's arm and dragged her with her. "Abigail? Wh-where are we going?" her flatmate muttered quietly as she shuffled along, her panties still around her knees. She swallowed nervously. "Are… are you going to take me over your knee?"
Abigail looked at her. "Nilima, you saw the state of my bottom. Does it look like I have any intention of sitting down right now? That's not going to be very comfortable, especially if I have a naughty girl over my lap, even one as small as you." They'd reached the kitchen, where Abiail made her flatmate stand next to the counter – and then bent her over it. "There. Your cute bottom is ready for the spoon!" She tapped the wooden spoon gently against Nilima's trembling cheeks. "Oh, you look absolutely adorable like that! Maybe I should take a photo…"
"Please, no pictures," Nilima whimpered. She looked and sounded so cute that Abigail couldn't help but give in.
"As you wish," Abigail said kindly. "But you ARE getting a good, hard spanking!" She tapped the spoon sharply against Nilima's sweet cheeks, and the girl squealed. "Hurts more when someone else is doing it, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Nilima gasped as Abigail continued to spank her with the spoon. "It really stings!"
"Would you like me to stop?" Abigail asked, delivering medium-hard swats to Nilima's wriggling backside.
Nilima pouted. "No," she admitted. "Please continue."
Abigail chuckled. "You really are delightful."
The spoon moved from side to side and from top to bottom, covering every inch of Nilima's squirming seat. Abigail held her down with an arm across her back, but Nilima was stronger than she looked – Abigail knew the petite woman could stand up if she really wanted to.
As she rained smacks down on the beautiful bottom, Abigail grinned with pleasure. Being spanked was great fun, but spanking her flatmate apparently had its advantages as well. Nilima looked so cute when she squealed and squirmed, and her yelps were absolutely adorable!
Finally, her flatmate began to kick her legs. "Please stop," Nilima whimpered, and Abigail could see tears in her eyes.
"Of course," Abigail said softly, helping her flatmate up and gently kissing her tears away. "Why don't we go back to your bedroom, and I can rub some lotion into your bottom?" she said as she caressed the girl's warm cheeks. "And maybe you can provide some relief for me as well – my bottom's still quite sore." She winced. "Believe me, Isaac spanks a LOT harder than I do."
Soon, the girls were stretched out naked on Nilima's bed, gently caressing each other's bare bottoms.
She expected to find her flatmate Nilima reading a book, or baking cookies, or drawing, or something like that. She did not expect to find the petite Indian girl spanking herself with a wooden spoon, but that was exactly what happened.
She heard the smacks as soon as she opened the door. Thinking that the sounds were quite familiar, she tiptoed over to Nilima's bedroom to have her suspicions confirmed. Sure enough – her flatmate was bent over her own bed, one hand reaching back to spank her own bottom with a large wooden spoon. She'd removed her skirt, and her panties were around her knees. Nilima moaned as she tapped the spoon lightly against her bare bottom. Abigail stifled a giggle; she guessed that the girl had never had a REAL spanking, if those taps were enough to make her fidget.
She watched the scene for several minutes, enjoying the sight as the girl continued to spank her own bottom. Finally, Abigail decided to knock on the door and make her presence known.
"Oh! Shit!" Nilima shrieked, spinning around.
"Please, don't stop on my account," Abigail said, grinning impishly. "Go ahead!"
"Abigail!" Nilima said, staring at her flatmate. "This… this isn't what it looks like!"
"Oh? You weren't spanking yourself?" Abigail said sweetly. "Then what were you doing? Playing music? Trying to swat a fly? Is this some new form of exercise I haven't heard of?"
Nilima opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of some excuse. "It's… I wasn't…. It's not…"
"You know, I hope you were planning to wash that spoon before placing it back in the kitchen," Abigail said with a teasing smile.
"It's not from the kitchen! I keep it here," Nilima assured her. "I would never make cookies with my spanking spoon! Don't be disgusting." She pouted, then suddenly realized what she'd said. "I mean – my… my massage spoon!"
"Massage? Is that what they call it these days?"
"Oh… it's…" Nilima shook her head, admitting defeat. "Fine. I was spanking myself. It's this desire I have – this NEED. You wouldn't understand."
Abigail raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Wouldn't I?" She turned around, lowering her jeans and panties to reveal her bruised bottom. "Are you sure about that?"
"Abigail!" Nilima gasped. "Your bottom! It's… it's bright red!"
"Oh? Is it?" Abigail said drily. "I hadn't noticed!" She wriggled her bottom teasingly.
Nilima stared in wonder at the sight, reaching forward to rub the red flesh. "H-how…."
"It's a lot easier when you have someone else to spank your bottom for you," Abigail told her as she put her clothes back on. She hissed a little as the figure-hugging jeans tightened around her sore rear end. She then took the spoon from Nilima's hand. "Come with me and I'll show you."
She grabbed Nilima's arm and dragged her with her. "Abigail? Wh-where are we going?" her flatmate muttered quietly as she shuffled along, her panties still around her knees. She swallowed nervously. "Are… are you going to take me over your knee?"
Abigail looked at her. "Nilima, you saw the state of my bottom. Does it look like I have any intention of sitting down right now? That's not going to be very comfortable, especially if I have a naughty girl over my lap, even one as small as you." They'd reached the kitchen, where Abiail made her flatmate stand next to the counter – and then bent her over it. "There. Your cute bottom is ready for the spoon!" She tapped the wooden spoon gently against Nilima's trembling cheeks. "Oh, you look absolutely adorable like that! Maybe I should take a photo…"
"Please, no pictures," Nilima whimpered. She looked and sounded so cute that Abigail couldn't help but give in.
"As you wish," Abigail said kindly. "But you ARE getting a good, hard spanking!" She tapped the spoon sharply against Nilima's sweet cheeks, and the girl squealed. "Hurts more when someone else is doing it, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Nilima gasped as Abigail continued to spank her with the spoon. "It really stings!"
"Would you like me to stop?" Abigail asked, delivering medium-hard swats to Nilima's wriggling backside.
Nilima pouted. "No," she admitted. "Please continue."
Abigail chuckled. "You really are delightful."
The spoon moved from side to side and from top to bottom, covering every inch of Nilima's squirming seat. Abigail held her down with an arm across her back, but Nilima was stronger than she looked – Abigail knew the petite woman could stand up if she really wanted to.
As she rained smacks down on the beautiful bottom, Abigail grinned with pleasure. Being spanked was great fun, but spanking her flatmate apparently had its advantages as well. Nilima looked so cute when she squealed and squirmed, and her yelps were absolutely adorable!
Finally, her flatmate began to kick her legs. "Please stop," Nilima whimpered, and Abigail could see tears in her eyes.
"Of course," Abigail said softly, helping her flatmate up and gently kissing her tears away. "Why don't we go back to your bedroom, and I can rub some lotion into your bottom?" she said as she caressed the girl's warm cheeks. "And maybe you can provide some relief for me as well – my bottom's still quite sore." She winced. "Believe me, Isaac spanks a LOT harder than I do."
Soon, the girls were stretched out naked on Nilima's bed, gently caressing each other's bare bottoms.
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