"Does a spanking hurt?" asked Megan in a sweet, innocent little voice.
"Well, I guess you could say that it hurts kinda good," I laughed, thinking to myself that we had found a golden treasure in this sweet girl.
"What do you mean, BethAnne?" I could almost feel her eyes on my nicely reddened buns.
"Mmm. It's a bit hard to explain. A spanking or a whipping always comes with a certain amount of pain. That's normal. But after a while, the nerve endings in my behind start to tingle. That's when pain and pleasure mix and pretty soon it is all pleasure. After a while, it doesn't seem to matter how hard Linda spanks me, it only gets more and more pleasurable."
"Is that why you are so... so wet?"
"Yes, sweetie. A spanking is as more of a sexual thing than you realize. And Linda always makes love to me after she spanks me. I am usually so hot that I cum almost immediately. Sometimes I cum even while she is doing it to me. Those tend to be really intense orgasms."
"She didn't make love to you this time," said Megan, almost sympathetically.
"It doesn't mean I am not going to," interrupted Linda. "I wanted you to feel how warm Beth's ass is. And how hot she is between her legs."
"She was soaked!" exclaimed our newfound friend.
"The little slut gets hot just at the thought of her ass being spanked. She almost drools at the sight of a paddle or a whip. If I just hint that I am going to abuse her sweet, little buns, she starts dripping. She certainly proves the Pavlovian dog theory."
Megan's eyes widened. Her mind was spinning uncontrollably. "Do you suppose you could spank me?" she finally blurted.
Linda sensed the slight hesitation in Megan's voice, her fear that she was entering uncharted waters. Just as Linda had done when she first introduced me to spanking, her reply was meant to soothe Megan's apprehension. "Sweetie, I would go very easy at first, just to see if you like it. If you do like it, we can go further. It is important to understand that we never go beyond your limits. I stop when you want me to stop. I take you further and further until you reach the boundary of what you are capable of receiving."
I turned my head slightly to look back at Megan. She was cute as button, her face blushing a bright shade of red. "Where do you want me?" she asked excitedly.
Linda laughed. "Whoa, girl. We have lots of time. I am not through with BethAnne yet. She needs a little release. Do you want to help me?"
Her face turned a brighter shade of red. She cast a furtive glance at my upturned ass, then looked back at Linda. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. Her excitement was unbridled.
Linda reached into the drawer of the nightstand and located a tube of salve for my beleaguered buns. She handed it to Megan. "Here, put some of this on her backside so the sting goes away. While I get ready..."
I closed my eyes. Linda didn't often use the salve cream on me. She usually preferred to let the pain settle in. I assumed she was letting me off the hook to calm Megan's fears more than anything else. Megan removed the cap of the tube, spread some of the white cream on her palm, then brought it to my ass.
"Oh!" I cried as the cold salve touched my still hot pumpkin. But it soon started its soothing affect and before long I was arching my hips off of the corner of the bed as Megan's hand quickly alleviated the sting back there. The affect was so calming that I was almost in a world of my own. I opened my eyes long enough to catch Linda move to a kneeling position behind me. I closed my eyes and smiled. Megan was about to learn another lesson about lesbian love.
Linda placed her hand over Megan's and followed its relaxing travels over my proffered buttocks. "She has such a nice, tight, beautiful ass," whispered Linda. "I could look at it for hours."
Megan giggled. "And I think the salve is starting to make it feel a lot better!" she exclaimed.
