Anne looked forlornly around the large room again and fought back the urge to sigh. There was no sign of Lisa, the girl she had come to this party with. Anne shouldn't have been surprised, Lisa had seemed pretty bored with speaking to Anne and had virtually flung herself at the first guy that had chatted her up, they had disappeared to get a drink over twenty minutes again now and Anne felt sure she wouldn't see her again that night. She shouldn't have been surprised, although Anne Gill was a beautiful, long haired blonde young woman of 19, she was pretty timid and dull and just didn't seem able to keep anyone's attention for long. She had been delighted when her college class mate had invited her along to this Campus event. Had even worn a dress, a little white number that was daringly high hemmed for her (though nothing worse than anybody else at the party).
She took another sip of her drink, winced again and wished it was lemonade, she never had taken to alcohol much but didn't think she could admit that in these environs without looking like even more of a dork and looked about for a place she could just put the plastic beaker down and then slip away back to her dorm and maybe do a bit of reading for that test she had in couple of weeks time. And then she stopped dead, seeing for the first time the woman who would come to dominate so much of her life.
She was such a striking figure. A tall, curvy, black girl, high cheekbones, big lips, her hair in braids that were pulled back severely and clad in a bright red mini dress and long red boots that just demanded attention and she got it from most at the party as she strode into the room. This was Lucy Fer a student on campus that Anne had not crossed paths with she knew, she would surely have remembered such a creature.
Someone shrieked in the next room and a girl burst through the main room in her bra and panties with two laughing guys pursuing, the game of strip poker they had been having in the kitchen having reached the 'interesting' stage. That took attention away from Lucy as the dark girl stalked like a panther through the crowded room. Anne had been diverted too and when the shrieking girl had fled the room Anne turned around thinking again of where to dump her drink only to turn into the advancing Lucy and spill some of her drink.
Most of the spillage was to the floor, a few drops hit Lucy's boots and a couple landed on her dress. The look Lucy shot Anne was savage and for the next few moments time seemed to stand still for the timid blonde, like the music and noise disappeared further into the background as this fearsome looking girl locked eyes with her, like they were the only two people in the place.
All at once Anne panicked and began to dab hastily a produced tissue on the damp spots on the girls dress, stuttering an apology as she did so. Lucy grabbed the blonde's wrist and forcibly removed her hand from doing that. There was a surprising amount of strength in that grip.
"What. The. Fuck? What are you doing bitch? Copping a feel? Get your fucking hands off me bimbo!"
Her every word was laced with hard hitting venom and stung Anne. She virtually recoiled away but couldn't as Lucy kept a tight grip of her wrist. Anne stammered a pathetic, apology.
"S-Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to, I-I'm not trying to , er,ah.."
It was like a light coming on for Lucy, like she suddenly realised what she was dealing with here, she had come across and dealt with this type of girl before and this one seemed even wetter and more wretched and feeble than the others. When she spoke again her voice was, if anything, even more domineering and assertive.
"Do you know how much this dress cost? And these boots? And you just fling your stinking drink all over them? What are you, looking for a fight?"
"No, no, I , er, sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, please., I'll pay to get them cleaned, I'll..."
Anne broke off as she became aware of others watching on this little drama, this was so embarrassing for her, he hated being in situations like this. Unfortunately for her, Lucy thrived on this type of attention.
"Oh you'll pay alright girlie."
And with that Lucy grabbed a nearby chair sat down in it then grabbed Anne around the waist and easily flipped her over to her and in one fluid movement flipped her over so she was prostrate across the black girl's knee, her pert bum pointing upwards. Before she had time to react at all she felt the bottom of her dress being pulled up and her bum being exposed and then she felt the warm sting of that big, black palm of Lucy's slapping down hard on her arse!
She was being spanked. In public.
Finally, Anne began to wriggle and struggle and attempt to escape. But Lucy was too strong for her and easily held her in place and brought down another hard spank then another.
A crowd was gathered around them now, laughing and cheering as the strong black girl treated the preppy blonde with absolute disdain., spanking her like a naughty child. Anne blushed with embarrassment, yes her bottom hurt a bit from the beating it was taking but that was as nothing compared to the humiliation of this. But she was feeling something else too, she couldn't place it at the time but it was the intoxicating, addictive feeling of arousal and she wasn't the only one aware of it on some level.
In total Lucy dished out twenty five hard spanks to Anne's poor bottom, turning her pale arse cheeks bright red by the end and by then the drunken crowd around them were counting along with each stroke. Anne whimpered but had stopped struggling, laying there weakly taking this punishment.
When she was done, Lucy shoved Anne off her and stood up tall over her while the blonde scrambled to her feet from her knees.
"Learn your lesson bitch, don't spill drinks over you betters."
Unbelievably, a snivelling Anne sniffed out a lame response.
"Y-Yess, S-sorry. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."
If Anne had been humiliated by being spanked like a naughty child by a girl of the same age at a party, then that pathetic reaction only doubled it. Lucy sneered at her, the watchers laughed at her and she scurried away as quickly as she could fighting, and failing, not to cry.
