Yes Woman Ch 01

My butt always gets me into trouble. Well, that and my penchant for making horrible promises to myself.

I looked over my shoulder to examine myself in the mirror. My poor butt was covered in bruises from Mr. Davies' hand, especially the area near the base of my left cheek where his ring had repeatedly hit.

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He'd invited me into his office to ask me about joining the college track team, after learning of my history in the sport. He casually asked me about my hobbies. I told him hiking, cooking, typical things like that. After a brief sales-pitch about how the track would be a great fit, he made conversation by asking me my favorite pass-time.

The thing is, I made a promise to myself the night prior, that I would be 100% honest with anyone and always say yes to adventure. So I looked at the floor, blushed, and told him my favorite pass-time was masturbation. His professional facade faded instantly, and I looked up to meet his gaze just long enough to see him look me up and down with a smirk.

"Oh really?" He scooted back in his office chair, spinning around to close the blinds behind him, then turned back toward me. "Why don't you come here and tell me more about that?" He said, beckoning me over towards him. I nodded and stepped forward, sitting in his lap and looking to him as innocently as a girl can manage while being a slut. "I don't know what to say." It was true, this whole honesty thing was new for me, I didn't know what to say or do in this kind of situation. His hand squeezed my thigh and slid up slightly under my skirt to massage my inner thigh, it was warm and nice.

"You seem like such a good girl, always so clean and quiet. I can only assume that, by saying what you did, that you want something... special... from me." His voice had gotten low, mostly a whisper. "With you being such a slut all of a sudden, I can't help but feel it necessary to punish you." His hand moved to grip me on the ear and force me to look directly at him. "Bend over my lap."

I gulped audibly and a shiver ran down my spine, he was so intense. I obeyed, shifting and twisting in his lap until I was bent over him, with my butt slightly raised in the air. He instantly lifted my skirt and took a handful of my left cheek, letting out a low groan. "You must get this from your mom." He said, and it was true - I'm half Japanese, and though I have a pretty typical thin Asian body presumably inherited from my dad, my bubble butt is certainly something I got from my American mom.

His warm fingers slid between my thighs and grinded up against my pussy lips, moving back and forth in a fingering motion that pulled the thin fabric of my panties and let me biting my bottom lip. I could feel my dampness on his fingers when he went back to groping my ass. Suddenly he yanked my panties down and one of his hands went to my mouth, where he gripped my jaw with his forefinger and thumb on either side, and covered my lips with his palm, then spanked my ass hard. I yelped but it was muffled into his hand. "Quiet." He said sternly, then just started spanking me over and over. That's when I realized the sting of the spankings was actually enjoyable, except for the spot where his ring kept hitting me. I was wiggling and twisting instinctively, but all it did was make him redden my whole ass, though he definitely seemed to favor hitting me in one specific spot, I think because of the force he could get behind it, or maybe because of the way the hit made me whimper, or made my butt jiggle.

When I stole a glance looking up at him I could tell he was completely enchanted by my ass. When he finally stopped spanking me long enough to massage my poor, sensitive butt with his big warm hands it felt incredible. My thighs were soaked with my own fluids. I knew I wasn't the only one - I could feel his arousal through his khaki pants where he poked into me - but I still felt deeply ashamed.

"You really are a whore." He said, solemnly, and was reaching for his belt when we heard a knock on the door. I scrambled to stand up and wipe the tears from my face and pull my panties up, and he calmly scooted back behind his desk.

"Yes?" He said, loudly, and some lady came in, barely even looked at me, and started a conversation with him about scheduling. I slipped out quietly and went back to my dorm room.

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"Holy shit, Kis, what happened?" Olivia, my roommate, had barged in on me while I was literally butt-naked, inspecting my bruised butt in the mirror, and looked horrified. She always called me "Kis".

I reminded myself that I had to be honest. "Oh, uhh... Well, I got a spanking."

Her horror turned quickly to fury. "Your dad? I'm going to fucking report him."

"No, no Liv, it wasn't him." I said, blushing and looking away.

"Oh."

It was quiet for a long moment before she sat on my bed and started to laugh, still looking at my bare ass. "I really never would've thought..." She fell back on the bed, cackling.

"Liv!" I was bright red when I walked over to sit beside her on the bed, but it stung and that made me wince, which made her laugh even harder.

"Who did it? Was it James? You are always so surprising. Did you like it?" She had sat back up, almost as red-faced as I was, and hit me with the sudden barrage of questions.

"It wasn't James." I was surprised she'd asked, as if James would ever - he'd been trying to date me for the whole year prior, with no luck so far because he couldn't muster the courage to actually ask me. "And yes... I liked it." That was true, though I was still very worked up with a needy ache in my core. I realized then I was dissatisfied with the way it had ended.

"C'mon Kis, you've got to tell me more than that. You're always so reserved, how do you find the kinky guys? I need a hint."

"I just, promised myself I would be 100% honest and always say yes to anyone who asks me for anything."

Her jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Kis. You can't do that, it'll ruin your life." She knew about my thing for promises, that I would make promises to myself and move heaven and earth to always keep them, even if they were incredibly stupid. She'd looked out for me in the past, like when I'd promised myself I would always compliment anyone new I met, and when I promised I would eat new foods despite my intolerances, and when I promised climb Mount Rose once a week - which had gone very poorly.

"It's been okay so far." I said, though I could feel my stinging skin disagree.

She blinked at me a few times stupidly, then I could see the machinations in her mind as she began to smirk, then beamed me a wicked, gleeful smile. "So you'll do anything I ask you to?"

I gulped, suddenly aware of my admission, and nodded. There was no getting around it, since I had to be honest, though I scolded myself that I would have to be less forthcoming with other people, unless they directly asked me.

"Kiss me." She licked her lips. I was shocked, but also intrigued. Olivia was beautiful, she had stunning hazel eyes, perfect caramel skin, a strong roman nose, and plump -now wet - Latino lips, which I was studying with increasing interest before my compulsion echoed in my head, saying "you promised", which prompted me to lean forward and plant a soft kiss on her. She reached up and cradled the back of my head, her fingers spreading out to slip through my thick black hair, her grip on me was gentle but she was quite eager to kiss me back. It was a long and tender kiss that left me gasping when she broke it, as goose bumps rose across my skin. She let out a heavy huff and bit her bottom lip, keeping her eyes locked on mine. "I know what you need." She said, matter-of-factly, then pulled away from me completely, standing and suddenly undressing.

Her shirt flew over her head in an instant, and then she twisted one arm behind her to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Next her shorts fell to her feet, and she was wearing only a pair of lacey pink panties. I'd seen her nude before of course, but now I was looking with entirely different eyes. As if knowing this, she did a little spin for me, then sauntered back over to my bed and sat down. "I'm guessing you got really... honest..." she started, "and I bet whoever spanked you just told you to bend over their knee and you obeyed. Is that how it happened?"

I nodded. "Well, time for you to bend over my knee now."

I was frozen. Was she really going to spank my already bruised ass? Maybe to teach me a lesson about these promises I keep making? I was torn, suddenly a little fearful of the pain, but I reminded myself of my promise and crawled slowly over on the bed to position myself over her lap. I was tense, unsure, and my thighs clung together tightly. I buried my face into the blanket, expecting to be crying in seconds.

"You're such a good girl." She cooed, and her soft fingers danced along my inner thighs playfully, spreading out and massaging my skin, moving up to rub small circles ever so slightly in the bruised flesh of my butt. I melted instantly, moaning loud into my blanket, spreading my legs ever so slightly, twisting my hips and arching my back to give her total access to me. Her fingers were magic, she knew exactly where to touch and where to avoid - specifically the deeper, darker bruise from Mr. Davies' ring - and proceeded to carefully and lovingly rub all of the stinging pain away.

I was intensely aroused, and once again my thighs were drenched with my own fluids, so when she slipped one dainty finger down to spread my pussy lips and slightly press into my folds, I found myself begging. "P-Please! Please rub my pussy, Liv!" I stammered awkwardly, using the little perch that my left knee had on the bed to pull myself towards her fingers, grinding myself against her hand.

"Hold still." She said, commandingly, and I struggled to obey, to calm the aching need inside me and do what I'd promised. "What do you think I am doing, silly?" She asked, then clasped my left cheek with her hand and spread my butt apart, digging her other hand down between my thigh gap and sliding two fingers knuckle-deep into my sopping wet womanhood. I felt my left eye twitching against the blanket, and my toes curling as I started to cum. It wasn't just the physical sensation that sent me over the edge, it was her, and everything about the situation. Out of all the things she could've asked me to do for her, instead she'd chosen to relieve my pain and help me cum.

My mouth was open wide, moaning into my blanket as I spasmed through an orgasm on her lap. She kept fingering me and twisting her hand, and squeezing my whole butt cheek hard enough to ply it between her fingers, and giggling as she watched me writhe in pleasure.

I'm not sure what happened after that, I may have blacked out when she started rubbing my clit. All I remember is waking up some period later, with my face on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around me and our legs intertwined. She was kissing the top of my head and squeezing me so tenderly I never wanted to move. "Liv," I said, sleepily, "whatever happens with this promise, my next promise is to get you back for that..."

She let out a breathy snort and played with my ear.

We woke up as a mess together the next morning, and split up to shower and go to class. I knew that she knew I still had to do anything she asked, and that thought had me excited to get through the day and be with her again.

But my day had more in store for me than I knew.

[The story will continue! Thanks for reading!]