The tattoo on her ass read "MISTRESS PLEASE SPANK ME!" in bold black letters. There was a lock enclosing them in the shape of a heart and the rest of her bottom was covered in fading bruises. Looking up, I blushed furiously when our eyes met. She was younger than me, probably in her early twenties, rather petite and very pretty. She smiled cheekily at me and gave me a wink, causing me to avert my eyes. That's when the other woman entered the locker room. Dressed in a conservative business suit, she walked up to the younger woman with a look of impatience on her made up face.
"Damn, girl!" she said, her accent placing her from New York. "What the hell is taking so long?"
The younger woman mumbled "Sorry Mistress." and picked up the pace, peeling off the rest of her sweat soaked work out clothes and quickly donning a pair of black yoga shorts and white tee shirt which was cut off right below her small breasts. Since she hadn't put on a bra, her hard little nipples poked out the front of the shirt obscenely. The older woman reached into her purse and removed a wide leather band. She then placed the collar around the other lady's neck and I heard the click of a lock before the older woman stepped back. Her eyes met mine and, for a second, they seemed to bore right through me. I could feel the dominance in my soul when that happened and a shiver ran up my body. Then the younger woman gathered her things and dutifully followed the woman out of the locker room, her head bowed in submission but with a small smile on her face.
The locker room was empty now except for me. I stood there for a moment, trying to take in what I'd just witnessed. Suddenly, a feeling of vulnerability washed over me and I quickly got changed, not even bothering to shower, before I grabbed my gym bag and walked briskly to my car. The cool night air caused me to shiver as I got behind the wheel and shut the door. Sitting there for a moment, my chest rose and fell as I took in several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves.
I finally made it home to my apartment, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat there in the darkness, enjoying the silence. I tried to put what I'd seen at the gym out of my mind but it was no use. It wasn't that I was a prude. Far from it. I'd had several lovers over the years, of both sexes. It was just the idea of a woman wanting someone to spank her that was throwing me off. I thought back when my parents would spank me and all I remembered was the pain of the smacks and humiliation of the spanking. Why anybody would want that was beyond my comprehension.
After a while of relaxing, my curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to my computer, booted it up and googled "spanking". When all that got me was articles on the pros and cons of disciplining children, I added the word "lesbian" into the search. What came up was pictures galore of women getting spanked by other ladies, some with smiles on their faces, others with looks of pain as the hand of the usually older woman smacked the bared butt cheeks draped over her lap. My mind went back to the two women in the gym, the young woman with her petite body laying naked over the knees of the dominant blonde, screaming out in pain as the older woman, her big breasts jiggling as she kept smacking the barred ass. Then what? Hot sex? Making her stand in the corner? Cuddling?
Without even realizing it, I'd reached under my shorts and had started gently touching my pussy through my panties. I saw a video on the site I'd opened, clicked on it and soon the sound of loud smacks and cries of pain and sobbing filled my small living room. Quickly shucking off my shorts and underwear, I watched through glazed eyes the scene unfolding before me. In my mind's eye, it was me draped over the woman's lap. It was my face grimacing in pain with every blow. It was me being forced to suck and lick her pussy as tears fell down my face.
After rubbing myself off to a very satisfying orgasm, I clicked off the computer and finished up my night before heading to bed. I briefly wondered what the two women were doing at this moment but soon, sleep overtook me and erotic dreams filled my head.
The next day was Saturday and I had agreed to meet one of my friends for a lunch date. Groggily, I dragged myself out of bed and drank a cup of coffee before hitting the shower. On a whim, I shaved my legs, armpits and pussy smooth. For some reason, I took time with my makeup instead of just throwing on a face and wore my best silken panties and bra under my jeans and tee shirt. Feeling super sexy, I headed out to meet Deb for lunch.
The look on her face was priceless as I approached. Her eyes got big and a look of impressed wonder crossed her face before we hugged our hellos. "Wow!" Deb said as she sat down. "I didn't realize that you were taking our lunch date so seriously." I laughed as I took my seat.
"Well, you are such a gorgeous creature. I just had to compensate." Deb got a shocked look for a second before she stuck her tongue out at me. We both shared a laugh before picking up our menus. Glancing over the menu, I studied my friend carefully. Her big green eyes were amazing and contrasted so well with her pale skin and black hair. Deb was about my height and a little heavier, though those extra pounds that she had over me gave her a bigger bust and curvier ass. We'd known each other since college and even fooled around a couple of times but nothing serious ever came about. The approach of the waiter snapped me out of my reverie and I quickly ordered my favorite dish. There was something that I was dying to ask Deb and I really didn't know how to approach it.
"What is it, Lynn? You have that look." I hesitated a moment before replying.
"Okay, you're right. I have to ask you something a little personal."
"You've sucked my pussy, girl. Can't get more personal than that." I blushed a little at her comment. Deb was always the wild one, willing to try new things. That's why I knew if any of my friends could answer "yes" to my question, it would be her.
"Um, yeah. That's true." I said before taking a deep breath. "Okay, fine. Has Don ever spanked you?" I guess I should have waited until after she'd drank her water before asking. The spit take was pure movie gold.
"Do what?" Deb asked as she wiped her mouth off with a napkin. I told her about what I'd seen at the gym the night before and how it had plagued my mind since then, leaving out the part about me getting off to spanking porn on the computer. "And your asking me because..."
"Well, you would be the only one I know that could say yes." I replied.
"True." Deb acknowledged. She hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, Don's spanked me a couple of times." My eyes got big and I could feel my face getting flush. "It wasn't anything really real. Just some smacks on the ass why he was doing me from behind." I squirmed in my seat a little, imagining Deb's reddened ass as she was plowed doggie style. "Why do you ask? Do you want Don to spank you too?" It was my turn to do a spit take.
"No! Of course not..." My protests trailed off at the sight of Deb giggling her butt off. I kicked her lightly under the table.
"Look." Deb said, finally catching her breath. "Why don't you ask this chick about it next time you see her in the gym?"
"Yeah, sure. That will be one hell of a conversation starter. "Excuse me, but I have to ask. What's it like to be spanked by Mistress?""
