We sit ourselves up, once again forming a little triangle on the bathroom floor. Claire is shivering slightly.
"Wow.. I never felt anything.. like this before."
"I didn't even know I that my body could do this!" Megan adds.
"Exactly. But also the emotional side of it. Being here.. being in this.. with you."
"I can't believe we have been going together for so long without knowing this."
"So how are you feeling now?" I ask. Maybe I am a bit less surprised than the others, having already had some time to appreciate my true sexuality.
"I feel.. good. Great. How exactly do you mean?" Claire answers.
"I guess I mean, are you feeling relaxed and satisfied, or are you feeling excited and hungry for more?" I say with a naughty smile.
Claire ponders a bit.
"The last part, I think."
"What about you, Meg?"
"Definitely ready for more. What about yourself?"
"You know, I thought that my needs were really thoroughly satisfied after this weekend with Jennie. But now I feel the rush starting all over again."
"So what should we do?"
"I suggest that we slip into the bedroom. Jennie's bed is big enough for three persons."
"How do you know?"
"You can learn about that soon enough. Right now I just want to focus on being with you!"
I get myself up, grabs the towel, already semi-dry after our tumbling on the bathroom floor. I toss it on to Megan. Claire gets up, dries herself quickly with her own towel. Then they follow me hesitantly into the bedroom.
The unmade bed with its tousled stained sheets, is stretching itself invitingly before us. We still have this trembling electric tension between us, yet none of us dare to take the initiative. After a brief, awkward silence, Claire sets her eyes on the handcuffs still lying on the bed, right next to the bed post. I silently curse myself for not whisking them away in time. Now it gets more complicated. She sits down on the edge of the mattress, picks up the handcuffs, fingers the shiny steel.
"Curious?" I ask.
"Maybe!"
"It was not my impression that you liked it on Friday?"
"How do you mean?"
"When we got arrested."
"Come on, Rachel! The arrest was a real thing, not some erotic game! I can't imagine how it could turn you on. I was just feeling so ashamed!"
"Why? We hadn't done anything."
"We got arrested by the police!"
"And they let us go."
Claire hesitates for a moment.
"Rachel, I was brought up to be ashamed. Of all kinds of things. Of standing out. Of not standing out. Of making mistakes. Of being too perfect. If you ask my parents, putting yourself in a situation where the police would arrest you is a first-rate embarrassment, no matter what you actually did! I can't believe how you could even think about sex in that situation."
The conversation I had with Jennie yesterday morning comes back to me.
"I think I needed it to be a real thing. I don't think I could have entered a game like this. It would just have felt ridiculous."
"Arh Rachel, you are so overly correct and serious! Even too serious to feel your own desires."
"I was. Not so much anymore."
She continues to inspect the handcuffs, the locking mechanism, the chain. Megan somehow seems uneasy about it.
"So you want to get handcuffed and spanked to get rid of this shame that you feel?" she asks. I was having the same thought. Not sure it sounds so healthy.
"I thought that at the beginning. Maybe it's partly true. But it is more than that. This physical reaction I feel when I think or read about BDSM stuff. It goes much deeper than some conscious intellectual thing like shame."
"But why does it turn you on?" Megan is looking back and forth between us.
"I don't know. Why does anything turn you on? I mean, from an evolutionary perspective, you should be turned on by some able-bodied man who could give you competitive offspring. But even heteros don't THINK like that, they just FEEL it. And we are attracted to each other, and it makes no evolutionary sense that I know of, and we have not chosen it, we just feel like that."
"But do you feel ashamed then, of having these thoughts?" I ask, maybe because I am still arguing with a mental image of my mother somewhere.
"Yes, kind of. Luckily nobody knows it except for you. And at least one of you is also into it. So I feel a bit home safe here."
"So shame is about other people knowing?"
"Maybe. At least if you ask my mother."
"I am asking you."
"I am my mother's daughter."
Somehow I am in a teasing mode, but also curious.
"Your mother's daughter is sitting naked and horny in a strange woman's bed, without the knowledge of said woman. But you don't feel ashamed about that?"
"Should I?"
"I don't know?"
She puts up a naughty little smile.
"Perhaps I should!"
She turns over to lie flat on her belly, her gorgeous buttocks arching invitingly towards us. She puts her arms behind her back, and tilts her head backwards. Her cheeks are very red.
"Put them on me!" she whispers.
"Claire.." Megan begins to protest, but it sticks in her throat. Claire's excitement is evident to both of us. Who are we to speak up against this?
I pick up the handcuffs, carefully put the metal around her left wrist, tighten the cold sharp metal around her soft warm flesh. And then the right wrist. I hear her breath picking up, feel a trembling all through her body, as she tries to separate her wrists, probe the restraint of the chain. I register her excitement, and I recognize it, feel it spilling over into me. At the same time I wish that Jennie was here. I don't really want Claire to submit to me. I want to be in the submission with her.
I let my hands slide softly, tickling over her buttocks. She moves her cuffed hands up over her back, to give me free play. Megan is staring at us with a bewildered look in her eyes. Clearly, this idea of restraint and submission is not really getting to her.
"Slap it!" Claire whispers. "I was naughty! And I am not even ashamed. I definitely need some upbringing!"
"Claire!?" Meg exclaims. Claire looks at me across her shoulder, her eyes imploring.
"Please, Rachel! Do it! Now!"
Now I really wish Jennie or Sarah was here. Hell, I never did this before. What if I do it wrong, give Claire a bad experience? On the other hand, at least I have tried to be spanked. If any of us has to do it, I guess it will have to be me. Besides, Claire's excitement is contagious. I place my hand on her left buttock, shape it carefully to follow the curve of the soft flesh. Megan is looking at me in astonishment.
"Rachel.." she mutters.
"Please, Rachel!" Claire implores again.
I hesitantly lift my cupped hand from her flesh, then let it fall in a soft smack. Claire lets out a little gasp. I rest my hand on her buttock for a couple of seconds, then I lift it and smack again, harder this time.
"Yes!" Claire utters softly. The tremble in her body gets stronger. I smack her right buttock, then the left one again. Her excitement grows, I can feel it myself. It carries me away. I slap her rhythmically, three slaps at a time on each buttock, watch her white flesh turn pink, listen to her little sighs, whimps and squeals. I feel a stinging in my own palm, but I continue the spanking, concentrate to cup my hand in the right way, to hit the rhythm and firmness of the slaps that seem to maximize her excitement. She begins to twist and moan, but it is not from pain. Suddenly, a jolt goes through her whole body, she lets out a little scream, then relaxes on the mattress. I stop slapping her.
"Claire? What.. was that?"
"What do you think, sweetie?"
"Did you just.. get an orgasm? From being spanked?"
She turns her head to smile at me.
"Just a little one!"
I am amazed. For all their skills and experience neither Jennie nor Sarah managed to do this to me. If I am 'receptive', then I don't know what Claire is.
"Please!" she mutters again. "I am so excited!"
Meg moves close to her, opposite to me. I sense a restless energy in her, like she needs to get into this, to do something. She lets a finger run gently down the chasm between Claire's shiny red buttocks. Claire spreads out her legs. Megs fingers go between them, I see them beginning to move. Claire gasps, her body jolts again. I begin to rub her colorful buttocks, gently, then firmly. Claire gasps, moans and twists, we both feel the excitement rushing through her, take part in it. Meg's fingers move deeper into her, she begins to wail, thinly, softly.
"Rachel, please!" she begs.
I know what she wants me to do. I lift my hands, let her wait for a few seconds while Meg continues to work on her. And then I slap her, hard. The reaction is immediate, already at the first slap her spine curves as if I had put electricity through it. I let the hard firm slaps rain down over her buttocks, and she comes. Loud, wild, violent, screaming and kicking so that Meg must move swiftly to avoid getting hit by her legs. The orgasms come over her, one after another. When she finally relaxes and her cries die down, I stop smacking her, and Meg pulls her fingers out. They are glistening wet, not very surprising, but the sight still turns me on. Claire is lying limp, panting, her face twisted to the side. I unlock the handcuffs, and she rolls over to lie on her back. Her cheeks are almost as red as her buttocks.
"Oh my god!" she whispers. "That was so.. so.."
She doesn't finish it. I know what she means. Meg looks bewildered. She picks up the handcuffs, fingers them.
"I still don't get this!"
"You don't have to." I answer. I am not sure if I really mean it. There is something about her curiosity that makes me suspicious.
"But I would like to understand you."
"Well, I can only speak for myself, but there is something really nice and relaxing about letting go of your self-control, and giving yourself over to another person."
"And exciting!" Claire joins in.
"True. You don't know exactly what is going to happen. You can't control it. But then again, it is not your responsibility. You just have to go with the flow. It really helps me to focus on myself, my sensations."
"What if you don't like what happens?"
