This is my first ever attempt to write something. I have many ideas and hope I will be able to pen them down to continue this light BDSM story of 2 BFFs, which will develop into something more complex as I progress through the chapters, depending on the feedback I receive.
(I got inspired by Two Hundred Dollars by XTORCH)
Many thanks to Snowbear for his help with the editing.
Chapter 1 -
A demanding BFF
COLLEGE -- SPANKING -- FETISH - BDSM -- M/F -- FETISH -- CONSENSUAL -- MILD HUMILIATION
"Hey Dave! Am I disturbing?"
David, who was busy adding the finishing touches to his umpteenth French assignment tilted his head momentarily from his laptop to be greeted by the most erotic sight to kick off his day - Maria, his best friend since school and eternal secret crush, standing at the open door of his dorm room, eyeing him, questioningly.
"Hey Maria! I'm just finishing my assignment due for submission this afternoon. So, what's up?"
"I'm headed for practice. But since it's early, I thought I'd drop by to say hello and talk about what happened yesterday, you know... But I don't want to disturb!"
"No, you are not disturbing at all," replied David, eyeing her hungrily from head to toe.
"I've been thinking about it and I need to know how you expect me to pay for the lost bet. And please, no pity as I always repay my debts! Hope YOU don't chicken out!"
Maria had always been a free-spirited, independent and gutsy girl: She was always the last one to surrender in the face of challenges, never turning her back on new adventures.
"Oh! I had almost forgotten about that! Yes, of course you never retreat and you always end up having the last word! Come on in! Let's talk about it."
"You know, right?" exclaimed an enthusiastic Maria, sauntering into the spacious and well-kept room.
She was dressed in the tiniest ever two-piece cheerleading practice outfit on campus, consisting of an incredibly minimal and form-fitting, sleeveless dark blue and bright yellow crop top, with a plunging V-neck, exposing plenty of her pert boobs, and a considerable amount of milky midriff, for lustful eyes to feast on.
The second piece of covering was a barely-there, hilariously short pleated skirt, hugging her hips at a dangerously low level, of the same matching colors as her top, hardly covering her magnificent ass, which was in turn barely contained in even more microscopic sheer dark blue undershorts.
Her endless, perfectly toned legs laid bare for the world to salivate upon seemed golden in the bright morning sun rays filtering through the open blinds of the low window. Dark blue ankle socks and white cheerleader practice shoes completed her next to indecent attire.
She was the spitting image of her first namesake Maria Sharapova, the famous tennis player who had won millions of hearts worldwide over the past decade. Always taking great pride in the constant comparison, at 6' 2", Maria towered over David's desk, hands on her hips, accentuating her statuesque and imposing figure, demanding his full attention.
More than just an absolute knock out, Maria was a leader, an example to follow in college, always amongst the toppers be it in class or in sports. Just like Maria Sharapova, she was the epitome of incredible determination, great courage and unfaltering will, ready to go way out of her comfort zone to obtain what she wanted.
David (she liked to call him Dave teasingly because he hated it!) was 6' 4", average looking; he maintained a well-toned, athletic body as he was always working out when he wasn't engrossed in his laptop or lost amongst books in the furthest corners of the library. He had always had a soft corner for Maria, whom he practically grew up with, but the risk of ruining their formidable friendship had always deterred him from making a move on her.
Both were in college and neighbors, staying a few rooms apart in the same dorm. Maria and David had known each other since they were just seven years old, doing crazy stuff and often getting into trouble together.
"So, still prancing around in your quasi non-existent outfit and turning heads, huh?" asked David in a reproachful tone.
"Says the one whose eye balls are almost popping out!" smirked Maria. "Nothing wrong with that, you know it deep down! If you have it, flaunt it! And, let me remind you that the Sports Committee found nothing wrong with the flimsiness of my costume! The Chairman even requested me to perform at his place in a transparent harem outfit when he will be receiving guests in 2 weeks for a private party," said Maria, mocking him, displaying a thick golden ring connected to a stud piercing the middle of her tongue. "I was hoping you'd help me choose the costume!" she pouted.
"I beg to differ! Your clothes always seem to be shrinking! I mean just look at you in that slutty costume!" sighed David, feeling an imminent hard-on, but thankful that he was on his chair, pulled under his desk, facing the forbidden object of all his fantasies.
"Yeah, but there's absolutely nothing in the world you can do to address my slutty way of dressing," replied Maria teasingly.
"I will take care of that in due time, don't worry!"
"Promises! Promises! Okay, so I lost the bet yesterday as Tampa fell to your beloved Dodgers. I know I had promised you'd get to put me through my paces till the end of the next MLB season, as payback for all the..."
"Wait! It was until the start or the end of the next season?" David seemed surprised.
"It was till the end, dummy," Maria replied with a smirk, doing a slow spin, hands in the air, in front of the mesmerized David, who was on the brink of choking, not believing his luck.
"Maria, just how tiny are those undershorts?" asked David, in a serious voice. "They must be like inexistent! They should be smaller than your normal... you know..."
"Normal what, David?"
"I mean normal underclothes," said David, blushing.
Maria was just inches away from David and she could feel his eyes drinking in the most sensual sight before him.
"You mean my pretty little panties?" she purred.
"I...I..." David could only stammer.
"Oh! Look how shy you are to utter the word 'panties'! That's so cute!" she chuckled, only adding to the embarrassment of her best friend.
"Yes, your... whatever... boxers, thongs, strings, Brazilian cuts..."
"Oh! How knowledgeable! Hmmm... So you had time to sneak a peek under my skirt as well! Naughty boy!" Maria mocked him with a knowing smirk.
"You are in luck as you got me at your beck and call for one complete year!" she sighed, playfully.
"So, it's actually ONE year! One year you'll do whatever I say???" David questioned as he regained his composure.
"Hey hold your horses! I promised I'd allow you to put me through my paces; I am not going to do anything crazy to get into trouble with the law, and get thrown out of college! Don't you forget that!"
"So, you want me to punish you, huh? That's gonna be interesting!"
"For being your only most annoying best friend forever of course,
Monsieur Je-Sais-Tout
! So, are you game enough? Do you have what it takes to get the job done?" she taunted.
"You know I am a man of words, just like you are no quitter, Maria! But we need to discuss the actual execution of this repayment. And it's going to be for a long time, so this needs to be a fair deal for both parties!"
"Errr... I have some suggestions, but you never listen," pouted Maria, mimicking a little girl, with her two impeccable blonde braids, adorned with matching blue and yellow ribbons tied in bows partially preventing David from ogling her boobs which were visibly straining to stay inside their one-to-two sizes too small confine, as she bent further forward now innocently leaning on her elbows on David's desk.
David's cock reacted likewise but he kept his composure and calmly replied "I am all ears! Why don't you take a seat?"
"Exactly! Why should I? Should you not establish a set of new rules for me to follow as from now? Within specific settings for the purposes of this lost stupid bet?" said Maria, tongue out again, exhibiting her newest piece of jewelry.
"You mean when you come to my room?"
"Whenever I am in your presence to repay you, moron!"
"OK, will you please elaborate?"
"Dave, I mean we should establish rules for me when we are together and I am paying you my dues! I bet and I lost, and the least you could do is not go easy on me, right???" she asked, with one eyebrow raised.
"OK, so we need to decide how you will be punished, to start!"
"Right! What about one punishment session per day? And all the days we miss for some reason should become cumulative, till the one year's up? Or we can have more than one session to cover for missed days, or even forthcoming planned days when we know we won't be together."
"OK, sounds fair to me."
"Yes, so what happens next?" Maria shrieked excitedly.
'God! She looks so hot in that ridiculous outfit, staring at me so pleadingly!' thought David before saying:
"Right! Let's try something!"
"Yesss! So what do you have in mind?" Maria was still perched on David's desk, while he wished he had been behind her to drink in the insanely sexy show she was putting on.
"Stand straight!" he snapped. "Hands clasped behind your head! Keep your legs open!" he ordered.
"Ha! No big deal!"
She straightened up, moved a few steps back from the table to give David a full view of her body and seductively lifted her bare hands and clasped them at the back of her head, smiling like a Cheshire cat. This caused her to push her boobs out, begging to be manhandled, whilst her skirt rode higher, exposing all of her milky thighs and the bottom part of her firm ass, barely concealed by the minuscule dark blue underpants.
Maria, being quite close to David secretly knew that he was a desperate leg fetishist; he had always tried to conceal it but it was only too obvious to his best friend. On one occasion, Maria went through his laptop's browsing history and found out that he was a regular visitor of legs and feet fetish websites.
David stood up, no longer caring about his hard-on and walked towards Maria resolutely.
"Legs further apart, girl!" he barked, hitting Maria with his ruler on the insides of her thighs, above her knees, signaling her to open up further and, sending shivers up her legs.
"Ouch! Yes! Yes!" she squealed. "Happy???"
"Better! Now, let's talk about your punishments! So, what do you have in mind?"
"You remember the games we used to play in school and how the loser would get punished in several ways? You used to be quite inventive during those days!"
"Really? I seem to suffer from memory loss lately... Please refresh me, will you?"
"Seriously, you know you loved to always have the upper hand on me, to control and command me, right?" exclaimed Maria, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"And you never seemed to mind, correct?" he asked.
"Well, that used to depend on my mood; on how playful I would feel back then."
"Ahem... So you feel more playful these days?" David liked where this was going.
