Spaning Between Friends

To Josh:

"I drove last time, and you know how that went.

You

come pick

me

up this time."

Josh:

"Yes... no problem. I'll grab you at 8:30 p.m."

To Josh:

"Thanks! See you then!"

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Amanda had about 90 minutes to get into her costume and do her makeup. Josh was picking her up to go to the same bar they always went to. It was close to her work and it's where all their friends would be tonight. He used to work with her—that's how they met. But he'd since moved on to greener pastures professionally. Personally, though, both Amanda and Josh had always known that the end of his employment wouldn't mean the end of their friendship. They got along too well. In fact,

too

well at times.

Their friendship often blurred lines that most people would never cross. Last time they drove in together, Amanda ended up straddling Josh in the backseat of her car before they even made it inside. Their friends knew. Amanda assumed they kept it to themselves just to see how the situation would play out. They were probably the hottest piece of office gossip.

Josh was more conservative than Amanda, certainly. Being a decade older and raised differently, it was a wonder they got along at all. Amanda loved pushing his buttons, and that was just part of their dynamic—the ongoing, teasing flirtation. When she was picking out her costume last week, she was drawn to the religious ones. Raised in a church-going family, she'd stopped attending in her teens. Josh, on the other hand, had continued attending church his whole life. Married in a church and everything. She would never admit it, but she found his propriety and piety to be

very

hot. It was another yin and yang of their relationship: church-going and church-apathetic.

There was a nun costume—well, a

slutty

nun—and a Catholic schoolgirl costume, or rather, a

slutty

schoolgirl. Amanda wanted a costume that would specifically ruffle Josh's feathers. She loved knocking him off-kilter. Josh had gone to private school, though it was Christian, not Catholic.

Close enough

, she figured and left with the schoolgirl costume: a short, pleated plaid skirt, sheer white thigh-highs, and a cropped collared shirt that came with a matching plaid tie. The tie was longer than the shirt and tickled her midriff when she tried it on.

Amanda did her makeup first, a darker and sultrier version of her usual look. What she hadn't considered ahead of time was the bra and panties situation—the shirt was

thin

. She poked through her drawers and settled on a white bra, and, of course, the matching white panties. For good measure, she added her white garter belt. It would peek out from under her skirt as she walked. She shimmied into her costume. Her bra was certainly visible through the shirt, but tonight seemed like a good night to let that slide.

The timing was perfect. Finishing with a spritz of perfume, Josh texted her again. He was outside. Amanda slipped into her heels, grabbed her purse, and was out the door in an instant.

Amanda hoped Josh was eying her as she walked from her door to his car. Swaying her hips, she was lost in her own thoughts until she sat down and turned to say hello. Her mouth dropped open.

"What the

fuck

?" Amanda blurted out, almost involuntarily. She took in Josh's costume: black slacks, a black button-down shirt, and a white tab slipped into his collar.

"Um, yes,

hello

to you too," Josh replied, amused.

"How are you possibly a

priest

? We can't go like this! A father and a schoolgirl?" Amanda complained. They had accidentally coordinated their costumes.

Josh took a moment to look her up and down, clearly using the costume as an excuse to take his time.

"Well, maybe it's cool that we're coordinated. I'd hate to make you change," he said in jest.

"And how can you be a priest? Isn't that sacrilegious for you, church boy?" Amanda teased, though it was an honest question.

"Ah, I'm not Catholic," Josh retorted with a grin.

Amanda was dumbfounded. She didn't want to get into that conversation with him. "Let's go," she told him.

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Josh's car meant Josh's music—that was their deal. He played piano and trumpet and loved classical music. Symphonies filled the silence of the car ride. Amanda often wondered what the instruments did for his fine motor skills, his finger strength, and his dexterity. Not that was planning to find out. They were both happily married—to other people.

Amanda spent the car ride alternating between watching the sky through the windshield and watching Josh's profile as he focused on driving. It was dark this Halloween night, nearly a new moon.

They pulled into the bar's parking lot. It was less crowded than Amanda expected for Halloween, but Josh still drove to the back of the lot. Her heart rate quickened. She knew he was hoping to park in the same spot as the last time they got a little too handsy. And he did. Amanda was hoping for that too. Their thoughts were so in sync, it freaked her out at times.

With the car parked, they both climbed out, ready to walk across the lot and inside. Amanda shut her door.

"Are we going to make it inside this time?" she asked Josh, jokingly. He swung around the car and stopped her in her tracks.

"No," replied Josh, matter-of-factly. He had some sort of plan, but Amanda had no clue what. It caught her off guard, and she felt her breathing speed up.

"Last time we parked back here, you did something very naughty. A sin, if you will," Josh said, trailing a finger up from Amanda's waistband, over her bare stomach, to the hem of her shirt. Amanda's mouth fell open, half in surprise, half in arousal.

"I want you to learn your lesson before we go inside," Josh said slyly. He gripped her tie like a leash, pulling enough for her to feel the pressure.

"What makes you think I'm interested?" Amanda retorted as her final attempt to remind him this was crazy.

Josh looked at her smugly. "Don't you know costumes come true, schoolgirl? Follow the rules."

Amanda, finally processing the situation, could only respond, "Okay." She really wanted to know where this roleplay was going—it was exceptionally out of character for Josh to be so forward. Or was it? She questioned herself. He had started it last time, too.

Josh grabbed her waist and gently shifted her sideways, making space to open the back door.

"I'll be making the decisions tonight," Josh said, smiling—a direct callback to their last illicit car session. Amanda was starting to clue in to Josh's plan but still mystified. Thoughts flitted through her head reminding her to keep some boundaries, but her curiosity reigned supreme.

Josh crawled into the back seat, reaching forward to push both front seats as far away as possible, making the back seat more spacious. He centered himself, leaned back, and spread his legs.

Turning to Amanda, he said, "Come." He gestured to the open space to his left and said "Head," gestured to his left thigh and patted saying "Ass," and gestured between his legs saying "Legs."

Amanda knew what he wanted, but she was too shocked to move.

Josh thought for a moment and added a clarification, "Face down."

"Come," he reiterated, opening his arms wide against the back seats, giving Amanda as much space as possible to climb in.

She lifted a leg to get in the car.

"Oh! Heels off," one more directive from Josh. Usually Amanda was the talkative one between them, but she had barely said a word in the last few minutes. Silently, she slipped her heels off and opened the front door, placing them on the passenger seat for safe keeping. She again started to climb in, as told.

Amanda's heart and mind were racing. She was scolding herself for just going along, not even asking what 'the plan' was. But she trusted Josh and really wanted to see where this was going.

Her heart pounded as she lowered herself into position, modestly holding her skirt in place with one hand. To get at all comfortable, she would have to let go of her skirt. Amanda hoped it was longer than it felt. There was barely enough space for the both of them in the back seat, but they did fit.

Josh's eyes were glued to her as she shifted into place. His breathing grew heavier as his gaze raked over her, taking in the sight of her exposed skin.

"You smell delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Amanda felt his eyes on her as she settled into his lap. He seemed pleased. His eyes drifting back and forth over the scene on his lap. She had never been so exposed in front of him. It felt like pay back for making him take his shirt off last time. She felt utterly vulnerable.

"Hmm. Your arms are in the way. Let me help you get comfy," Josh said as he slowly repositioned Amanda's arms behind her back. She felt him very purposefully align her forearms together. He gave them a couple soft taps as if to set them in place.

Amanda liked this. She liked this a lot. But a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she wasn't supposed to. They were both married. Neither of them would ever tell their spouses about this. It was clearly a private moment, between friends.

"You were very naughty last time," Josh teased, snapping the garter strap on her thigh. Amanda jumped at the unexpected sensation. At least now she had a better idea of how much was revealed in this position.

"You were naughty too," she squeaked, barely able to form words in her current position. She jumped again as Josh trailed his finger from the back of her knee to the very top of her thigh. She felt goosebumps appear all over her body as his finger made it from the fabric of her thigh high socks to her bare skin.

"Maybe, but I'm the priest and you're the schoolgirl. So, I think it's clear who doles out discipline and who takes it. Who 'makes the decisions'." His voice was low and commanding as he tugged on her garter harder, sending a jolt of sensation through her. Amanda's heart raced. He had somehow turned her own words against her, weaponizing them in this game.

How had he planned this? He had no idea what costume she'd wear tonight. Was he going to do this no matter what and the costumes were just convenient? Before she could finish the thought, Amanda gasped as Josh flipped her skirt up onto her back. The cold air against her exposed skin made her shiver.

Josh's hand caressed her ass, slowly and deliberately.

"You deserve some discipline," he mused. "You're lucky I don't keep a ruler in the car." Amanda was breathing heavy already.

"Familiar from your days in school?" Amanda teased, trying to keep her voice steady. Josh chuckled but kept his grip firm.

"Something like that," he said as he pressed her forearms tighter together. She was completely at his mercy.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on her ass, the crack of it echoing through the car. Amanda yelped, her body jerking forward instinctively. Josh groaned, clearly enjoying himself.

"Count," he commanded, his voice dulcet and deeper now as he massaged where he just struck.

"What?"

"Count them. That was one. Say 'one'." He squeezed her forearms as if to reiterate the message.

Amanda complied, "One." Her mind was spinning. She had never seen Josh like this before. She didn't know he had it in him.

Josh's finger traced the edge of her panties. "These are cute," he murmured, "but they're in the way". Amanda cringed expecting to feel her panties pulled down. Instead, he pushed them up, making Amanda gasp as the fabric pressed against her. Still completely on, but covering less.

Again, Josh rubbed Amanda's ass, as if he was inspecting to find the perfect place to strike. Another sharp crack echoed through the car, and Amanda's hips bucked involuntarily. The pain was light but enough to take her breath away.

"Two," she whispered.

"Good girl, you remembered," Josh praised as he rubbed his thumb over her forearms encouragingly. It felt patronizing, but also made a moan slip out of Amanda. She considered wriggling out of his grasp, but the prospect of losing that fight, or ending this, were equally not worthwhile.

"How many?" Amanda asked, her voice breathy.

"I haven't decided yet," he replied with a smirk. "At least three."

His hand slammed down again. Amanda's back arched, and she could feel her body betraying her, pressing herself into him. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. Somehow, all of his slaps landed perfectly. She could also feel the growing heat between her legs and the pressure of her panties. This was definitely making her wet.

"Three," she groaned. "I didn't know you had this in you."

Josh's touch softened, trailing his fingers over her skin where he'd just struck. The heat radiated through her body, building the tension even more. She twitched under his touch. "You're doing great," he whispered, ignoring her comment. Amanda couldn't turn to check, but she was sure he was smiling. She could feel it in his touch.

Amanda tried to relax. As proof he could, or as retaliation for her comment, Josh came down with three hard blows in a row. The moment Josh's hand landed, she yelped. By the third, her whole body was trembling, teetering on the edge of something she wasn't sure she could control. She really couldn't help it. Amanda heard him moaning with her.

"Oh my god!" was all Amanda could say.

"Count!" exclaimed Josh as he gave her the seventh spank. It was as though he anticipated that three in a row would make her forget about counting.

Before her body finished reacting, she moaned out between ragged breaths and gritted teeth, "Four... five... six...and seven."

This was a lot of sensation. A tear slipped out of Amanda.

Josh's touch was gentle again, but Amanda's body was alive with sensation, every nerve firing. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, a fact she couldn't ignore anymore.

Josh resumed his massaging, admiring the distinct finger marks he could see forming along the edges.

"It looks beautiful," he mused, tracing over the outline of his own hand. He reached his thumb between her legs and gripped around her thigh, jostling her whole body. Amanda finally noticed his hard cock pressing against her side from inside his pants.

"Eight!" Josh said as he hit her again. Amanda lurched forward and kicked her foot against the seat, but went nowhere. She was still held firmly in place by her forearms. She whimpered loudly from the pain, the pleasure, and her predicament. She was overwhelmed by everything happening, her body burning with desire. And yet, this wasn't supposed to be happening. This was supposed to be just harmless teasing. But here they were, pushing boundaries they never should have crossed, again.

"Josh, I think you should slow down," she managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.

Josh paused, loosening his grip on her slightly, "Why? Are you okay?"

Amanda took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, "I'm okay. But if you keep going, you're going to make me come."

Josh laughed, clearly enjoying the effect he had on her. He shifted his hips slightly, and Amanda could feel how hard he was beneath her.

Josh paused for a moment, then laughed, while idly rubbing up and down her legs.

"How many more is 'too many'? When will that happen? I was shooting for ten."

Amanda nodded weakly. That was news to her. Trying to collect herself, Amanda decided she could handle two more.

Quietly, she replied, "Yes 'Father Josh'," sucking her teeth so he was sure to hear the sarcasm, "we can do ten."

"I didn't know this was a 'we decision'," he said as he tightened back on her arms firm enough that she knew it was a correction. Amanda rolled her eyes and heard him take a deep breath in. He lifted his hand off her. She readied herself for one or, maybe, both slaps.

Nine and Ten came quickly. Amanda let out a scream as she felt the pain and heat spread though her body. She was close. Feeling Josh's cock twitch under her was not helping. But she knew she could relax now.

Except she heard Josh laugh as he said, "and for your comment: Eleven!" She hadn't expected discipline.

It felt like the best slap yet. She hadn't finished reacting to nine and ten before the surprise eleventh one arrived. It sent her over the edge. Amanda screamed, her body convulsing as she finally gave in, the orgasm ripping through her. Moaning loudly, she felt her core tighten up and her leg muscles contract. Her pussy pulsed and she could feel her tight panties rubbing over her as she shifted around on Josh's thigh. She remembered that he had pulled them high up to give himself more access, making this even more intense for her. She wondered what this looked like from his point of view. The thought drove her wild. Amanda groaned and whimpered as the sensations died down. She felt exhausted. Josh let her arms go as she lay over his lap, all but limp. All she could hear was both herself and Josh breathing heavily.

"That's it. Really," Josh said gently. She felt him sweetly readjust her panties and smooth her skirt back down into its position. The contact made her jump. She moaned softly as her hips twitched in response. Every touch was electric.

"Amanda, flip over," Josh said gently, guiding her to lay down across the back seat. Amanda lay there, breathing heavily, her legs draped over his lap.

"You okay?" he asked, stroking her knuckles with his fingers.

"Mmhmm," was all Amanda could manage, still lost in the afterglow. Amanda smiled. He must have gotten that from her. It's what she did with him last time, when the roles were reversed. They sat quietly together for a few minutes.

Amanda remained sprawled across the back seat, her body resting from the intensity of her release. Josh's hand traced lazy circles along her arm as she caught her breath. The car's interior was filled with the sound of their quiet breathing.

"You really got into that roleplay," she teased, her voice a bit shaky but full of amusement.

Josh smirked, running a hand through his hair. "You liked it, though, didn't you?" he countered, leaning back in the seat.

Amanda blushed, the heat creeping back into her cheeks.

"Maybe," she admitted, avoiding his gaze for a moment. She didn't need to say more; Josh already knew the answer.

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment longer, letting the weight of what had just happened settle between them. As intense as it had been, it was clear that neither of them regretted it.

"I didn't make you come last time," Amanda said, almost complaining. It was a whole new boundary that they'd never crossed before. And it certainly made it more difficult to say this was just some 'spanking roleplay between friends'. As if that was real.

"No. But I was really close," Josh sighed loudly. "And I wish you had."

Amanda propped herself up on her elbows to look him in the eye. What could she say? She was very pleased that Josh made her come. It just wasn't supposed to happen. It really wasn't allowed. She knew she made him hard, this time and last time, but the admission that he was close to orgasm was a surprise to hear. Amanda felt a pang of regret that she didn't get to see him come right under her.

Groaning angrily, Amanda dropped herself back down dramatically. The groan switched to pathetic whimpers. She squeezed his legs with hers.

"Fuck!" she yelled. Amanda was so frustrated that tears welled up in her eyes. She let out a small laugh, realizing she was nearly crying because she wasn't supposed to get Josh off, but wanted to. They sat together again in silence. It wasn't awkward, but there was a palpable tension.

Josh broke the silence. "I need you." He paused for a moment. "I need you in my life. As a friend certainly."

"I need you too," Amanda replied. It was true.