As the first light of dawn entered the room, Abigail groaned loudly and rolled over. This was far too early to wake up! A few minutes later, her eyes shot up when a hand began to gently caress her bare bottom. Where was she, why was she naked, and whose hand was that?
She realized that she was in the room of her flatmate Nilima. The day before, Abigail had returned home after a long, hard, and wonderful spanking from her former employer Isaac, to find her flatmate spanking herself with a wooden spoon. Deciding to give her a hand, Abigail had bent the girl over the kitchen counter and spanked her bare bottom with the spoon until she cried and squealed. The two girls had then ended up naked in Nilima's bed, caressing each other's bottoms while spreading some cooling lotion. They must have fallen asleep in the end.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye and confirmed with a sigh of relief that the hand exploring her bottom belonged to Nilima. The girl stared at her target with wide eyes, and Abigail could guess why – the redness would have faded by now, but the bruises would only be more visible. Her skin was most likely very marked.
She could have scolded her flatmate for touching a sleeping girl like that, but decided not to. Nilima was naturally curious about this new world she'd stumbled into, and Abigail HAD invited her to rub lotion into her sore bottom, which carried an implicit permission to caress her backside. She also didn't protest when Nilima gave her a gentle slap – in these circumstances, the urge would be hard to resist.
When Nilima gave her some harder smacks, however, giggling as she watched the flesh bounce, Abigail decided that she had to put her foot down. She lifted her head. "What do you think you're doing?" she said sternly, grabbing the girl's wrist.
Nilima froze. "Abigail!" she squealed. "I thought you were asleep!"
"I was – until someone started smacking me." She shook her head. "Nilima, you can't possibly be dense enough to think that someone will remain asleep while being spanked?"
"I was just curious what it would be like," she mumbled. "Your butt is so cute!"
Abigail grinned. "Thank you. However, I think we need to clear up a little misunderstanding – regarding WHO is going to be doing the spanking around here, and WHO is going to have her adorable little bottom smacked." Tightening her grip around Nilima's wrist, she sat down on the side of the bed, dragging the mischievous minx across her lap.
Nilima squealed as the first hard slaps landed on her bare bottom. "Ow! Should you really be sitting down on those bruises?"
Abigail chuckled. "Don't worry about my bottom, it's not as painful as it looks. Worry about your own instead!" She spanked harder, grinning blissfully as she heard the girl yelp. Her flatmate was so cute!
"Ouch! Not so hard!" Nilima protested indignantly.
"Are you going to be good?" Abigail scolded, still spanking her.
Nilima pouted. "Define 'good'."
Abigail shook her head, smiling. "You are a incorrigible brat, and you deserve a good, hard, long spanking on your cute caboose," she said teasingly.
Her petite flatmate whined and protested as Abigail toasted her bottom. She kicked her legs and wriggled, but she made no attempt to stand up or escape. Gradually, Abigail spanked harder and faster, peppering every inch of her adorable posterior with firm smacks.
"You meanie," Nilima squealed as she squirmed. "I'll never sit again!"
"You deserve it," Abigail scolded, delivering a few firm spanks to her sit spots. "I hope you'll learn a good lesson today!"
Abigail continued to spank her for some time, until she could see tears falling down the girl's cheeks. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes!" Nilima squealed. "Please, Abigail, I'll behave!"
"That's MISS Abigail when you're being naughty," she responded mock-sternly. "But I think you've had enough." She ended the spanking and rubbed Nilima's sore cheeks gently. "Now, are you going to apologize?"
"I'm sorry for smacking you," Nilima said humbly. "Oh, my bottom stings!"
Abigail grinned. "Would you like to fetch the lotion?"
Nilima hesitated, grinning nervously. "Could you… kiss it better?"
Abigail raised an eyebrow at the girl's audacity, but decided to grant her request. She leaned down, blowing gently on the sore bottom before planting a big, wet kiss on each sore cheek.
Nilima giggled. "Thank you, Miss Abigail! That feels much better."
She rose to her feet, rubbing her bottom gingerly.
"Now, who gives the spankings around here?" Abigail folded her arms in front of her chest and tried her best to look stern. The effect could be compared to a growling puppy.
"You do, Miss Abigail," Nilima said, lowering her head.
"That's right." She smiled. "And who gets the spankings?"
"We both do."
Abigail hesitated. "Well, yes, TECHNICALLY that's correct, but that's Isaac and that's different."
"Oh, yes. Your mysterious Mister Stokes." Nilima bit her lip. "Do… do you think you could introduce me to him?"
Abigail's heart skipped a beat. On the one hand, she loved what had happened between her and her flatmate and wasn't sure she wanted to get others involved. On the other, she was absolutely certain that Nilima would look delightfully adorable bent over Isaac's lap as she kicked her legs and howled.
"I'll think about it," she replied, grinning.
She realized that she was in the room of her flatmate Nilima. The day before, Abigail had returned home after a long, hard, and wonderful spanking from her former employer Isaac, to find her flatmate spanking herself with a wooden spoon. Deciding to give her a hand, Abigail had bent the girl over the kitchen counter and spanked her bare bottom with the spoon until she cried and squealed. The two girls had then ended up naked in Nilima's bed, caressing each other's bottoms while spreading some cooling lotion. They must have fallen asleep in the end.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye and confirmed with a sigh of relief that the hand exploring her bottom belonged to Nilima. The girl stared at her target with wide eyes, and Abigail could guess why – the redness would have faded by now, but the bruises would only be more visible. Her skin was most likely very marked.
She could have scolded her flatmate for touching a sleeping girl like that, but decided not to. Nilima was naturally curious about this new world she'd stumbled into, and Abigail HAD invited her to rub lotion into her sore bottom, which carried an implicit permission to caress her backside. She also didn't protest when Nilima gave her a gentle slap – in these circumstances, the urge would be hard to resist.
When Nilima gave her some harder smacks, however, giggling as she watched the flesh bounce, Abigail decided that she had to put her foot down. She lifted her head. "What do you think you're doing?" she said sternly, grabbing the girl's wrist.
Nilima froze. "Abigail!" she squealed. "I thought you were asleep!"
"I was – until someone started smacking me." She shook her head. "Nilima, you can't possibly be dense enough to think that someone will remain asleep while being spanked?"
"I was just curious what it would be like," she mumbled. "Your butt is so cute!"
Abigail grinned. "Thank you. However, I think we need to clear up a little misunderstanding – regarding WHO is going to be doing the spanking around here, and WHO is going to have her adorable little bottom smacked." Tightening her grip around Nilima's wrist, she sat down on the side of the bed, dragging the mischievous minx across her lap.
Nilima squealed as the first hard slaps landed on her bare bottom. "Ow! Should you really be sitting down on those bruises?"
Abigail chuckled. "Don't worry about my bottom, it's not as painful as it looks. Worry about your own instead!" She spanked harder, grinning blissfully as she heard the girl yelp. Her flatmate was so cute!
"Ouch! Not so hard!" Nilima protested indignantly.
"Are you going to be good?" Abigail scolded, still spanking her.
Nilima pouted. "Define 'good'."
Abigail shook her head, smiling. "You are a incorrigible brat, and you deserve a good, hard, long spanking on your cute caboose," she said teasingly.
Her petite flatmate whined and protested as Abigail toasted her bottom. She kicked her legs and wriggled, but she made no attempt to stand up or escape. Gradually, Abigail spanked harder and faster, peppering every inch of her adorable posterior with firm smacks.
"You meanie," Nilima squealed as she squirmed. "I'll never sit again!"
"You deserve it," Abigail scolded, delivering a few firm spanks to her sit spots. "I hope you'll learn a good lesson today!"
Abigail continued to spank her for some time, until she could see tears falling down the girl's cheeks. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes!" Nilima squealed. "Please, Abigail, I'll behave!"
"That's MISS Abigail when you're being naughty," she responded mock-sternly. "But I think you've had enough." She ended the spanking and rubbed Nilima's sore cheeks gently. "Now, are you going to apologize?"
"I'm sorry for smacking you," Nilima said humbly. "Oh, my bottom stings!"
Abigail grinned. "Would you like to fetch the lotion?"
Nilima hesitated, grinning nervously. "Could you… kiss it better?"
Abigail raised an eyebrow at the girl's audacity, but decided to grant her request. She leaned down, blowing gently on the sore bottom before planting a big, wet kiss on each sore cheek.
Nilima giggled. "Thank you, Miss Abigail! That feels much better."
She rose to her feet, rubbing her bottom gingerly.
"Now, who gives the spankings around here?" Abigail folded her arms in front of her chest and tried her best to look stern. The effect could be compared to a growling puppy.
"You do, Miss Abigail," Nilima said, lowering her head.
"That's right." She smiled. "And who gets the spankings?"
"We both do."
Abigail hesitated. "Well, yes, TECHNICALLY that's correct, but that's Isaac and that's different."
"Oh, yes. Your mysterious Mister Stokes." Nilima bit her lip. "Do… do you think you could introduce me to him?"
Abigail's heart skipped a beat. On the one hand, she loved what had happened between her and her flatmate and wasn't sure she wanted to get others involved. On the other, she was absolutely certain that Nilima would look delightfully adorable bent over Isaac's lap as she kicked her legs and howled.
"I'll think about it," she replied, grinning.
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