This is one of a series of stories that I wrote for a friend whom I had met in the spanking chat room quite some time back. The stories utilized my own imagination and desires to bring to life, so to speak, the fantasies that my friend, Donna, shared with me. Keeping in mind that I'm in no way a master of the written word, I hope that what I lack in artistic expression can be overlooked in light of the "content" of my fantasy. Enjoy!
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Carol brought the drink over to where Donna sat on the sofa; sitting closer to Donna than would normally be considered comfortable spacing for two women: especially two women who were really only meeting for the first time, not counting the brief encounter earlier in the day at the mailbox that had prompted Carol to invite her neighbor Donna over for a get-acquainted chat. She was sitting close enough, in fact, that as she half-turned on the couch to face Donna her knees rested lightly against Donna's thigh. When she handed the glass to Donna she let her hand slide down the length of the container as Donna took its weight, causing her fingers to brush lightly against Donna's hand for a brief moment.
Outwardly Donna showed no reaction to the brief contact and the unnatural proximity of the other woman: she merely accepted the drink with a polite "thank-you." Inwardly, however, her heart skipped a beat as her mind was still filled with her own private fantasies involving the other woman. Fantasies that she had spent time earlier in the day feeding, as she frequently did while her husband was away at work, by doing her housework wearing nothing but a pair of black stockings. In fact, even though she would be horrified to have Carol know about her fantasies, she still had worked herself up to the point that, when it was time to come over to Carol's, she wasn't ready to let the fantasies go. Instead, she chose to "feed" the fantasy during their time together by wearing, under her clothes, her sexiest pair of panties and bra. Both were silky, bikini-style and quite see-through. Just wearing them, like the black stockings, made Donna feel so naughty and aroused.
"Behave yourself!" she silently scolded herself. She didn't dare let herself actually believe that the other woman's innocent body language was anything more than mere coincidence. Still, she couldn't help but let her horny imagination make of the touch more than it was, thinking that the slight brushing of Carol's fingers over her own had seemed just a bit too long to have been an accident. And, Donna noticed that Carol was making no move to separate their legs even though she had to know that they were in contact. Donna had to force herself to concentrate on the light-hearted conversation, trying to hold up her half of it as well as actually listening to what Carol was saying.
Carol took a sip of her own drink, letting her lips caress the lip of the cup as she looked over its rim to make eye to eye contact with Donna. She seemed to be lightly licking her lips a lot, as if trying to draw Donna's attention to her sensuous mouth. "Or is that just my imagination too," Donna thought to herself.
Over the next half-hour or so, as Carol and Donna continued to talk, Carol's body language seemed to Donna to become more and more overt: first leaning toward Donna as they spoke, conveying an invitation to closeness; then, by seeming to find numerous opportunities to reach out and touch Donna, sometimes on her arm or hand, sometimes resting her hand on Donna's knee or thigh. She also seemed to Donna to be looking at her with what she was almost sure was a look of sexual interest. Through all of this Donna neither advanced nor retreated but just let Carol take the initiative, and secretly hoped that, by some miracle, she wasn't just seeing what her hormones wanted her to see. Donna did notice that her own breathing was more shallow and that she was very definitely feeling that slow boil of desire that emanated from between her legs and spread outward to course through her limbs. "Please, please, don't let me be wrong," Donna prayed to herself. "Please," she silently thought to Carol, "please don't stop. I desperately want you to take me, but I'm so afraid to move toward you on my own for fear I may be wrong!"
At last, as if hearing Donna's silent plea, and as if she had just been waiting for the unspoken invitation, Carol moved in, erasing all of Donna's doubts. She moved even closer to Donna and reached up with her right hand to gently run her fingers through Donna's hair. At the same time she reached across Donna's body with her left hand and began caressing Donna's arm with her fingertips, beginning at Donna's shoulder and running down to Donna's elbow and then across her hips and thigh. Donna, though shocked by Carol's sudden boldness, closed her eyes and let her breath out with an audible sigh and a shudder, letting her body melt at the other woman's touch before finally opening them once again to look into the eyes of this beautiful, dark-haired temptress.
"You know, Donna, I've been fantasizing about you for some time now." Carol continued to caress Donna seductively, tracing her fingers along the insides of Donna's thighs and up her stomach and then over the contours of Donna's breasts. "I think something inside of me told me you might be receptive to the idea. Was I right, Donna?"
Donna's voice came out in a barely audible whisper: "Yes." As she said the word she leaned over to slowly bring her lips to Carol's. Just an inch short, Donna was stopped by Carol putting her finger to Donna's lips and gently pushing her back. "Not yet, sweety, first you have to fulfill a fantasy of mine."
Aching desire filled Donna's being. She felt as if there were nothing she wouldn't do to fulfill that desire: nothing she wouldn't give this woman. "Fantasy?" she asked, wondering what was to come next.
"I want you to prove your submission to me. I want to make you my little love slave."
A new hope stirred within Donna when she heard the words "submission" and "slave." Donna dared to hope that her own desire to be spanked might be encompassed in those words.
"What do you think, Donna? Would you be willing to submit to my every desire?" Carol continued to tantalize Donna with her soft touch.
"Oh, yes, Carol. Please let me show you how submissive I can be."
Carol smiled at Donna and then proceeded to explain what she wanted. "It's only fair to warn you that there will be pain before pleasure. You see, Donna, I've always wanted to lay a naked woman across my lap or over my knee and give her a good, long, hard spanking on her bare bottom before taking my pleasure with her. Will you let me give you a very hard spanking on your bare bottom, Donna?"
"Oh yes, Carol. Please spank me on my bare bottom!"
Donna's words were backed by the full passion of her desire. Her plea welled up from her very soul: her longing so intense she became her desire. To be at another woman's mercy; to suffer the humiliation of being completely naked and vulnerable; to feel the heat rising in her punished bottom mixed with the moist desire dripping from her shaved pussy… She yearned for the sting of the first stroke.
"Stand up then sweety." Carol told Donna with a smile, "Let me see you take off your clothes and prepare for your spanking."
"Oh, please, Carol don't make me be completely naked," Donna pleaded, even though she really wanted her plea and any future pleas for mercy to be ignored. Donna knew that the nakedness increased her vulnerability, which in turn made her even hornier. And she also knew there was something about being "forced" and not given any choice that was an important part of the dynamic.
"You will take off every stitch of clothing and receive your spanking completely naked." This was said in a tone of voice to let Donna know that there would be no argument without consequences.
Donna removed her shoes and socks before standing up and facing Carol, who remained sitting on the couch, eager to see Donna disrobe. She untucked her blouse from her pants and began slowly, self-consciously undoing the buttons, starting at the bottom and working her way upward. Feeling both erotic and embarrassed, Donna didn't know where to look as she stripped so she closed her eyes and looked at nothing.
"Eyes open. Look right at me," Carol said in a commanding voice, yet without raising her voice.
Donna's eyes popped open. She looked at Carol as she let her blouse fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Carol's grin broadened when she saw the sexy, lace, see-through bra that Donna wore. Donna's face flushed. "Oh God! She knows I was horny before I even came over here! Why else would she think I wore this bra?" thought Donna. She bit her lip and forced herself to screw up the courage to continue. She unfastened the button on her pants and unzipped them. After a brief hesitation she let them fall to the ground, exposing her see-through panties as well, and then stepped out of her pants.
The sight of Donna in her sexy underwear was having an effect on Carol's composure. Her own breathing was more rapid and she no longer tried to hide her aroused state. She licked her lips with desire as she gazed upon Donna's beauty. Carol started to spread her own legs and let her hand begin to wonder to her crotch, slithering across her breast and down, but then she took reign on herself and stopped. "Enough. Time for that later. First things first: remove your bra."
