Chapter One
Debra was a divorced woman of forty and had been single for the last ten years. She had read enough erotic stories of woman getting spanked and it set her submissive side to thinking about submitting to a woman. When she was married, she was spanked by her husband on a few occasions during sex and she enjoyed it. Her thoughts turned to being spanked by a woman, she was not bi or a lesbian but she did not want to get involved with a man and she had a female acquaintance that got her womanly juices flowing at times, when Anne talked to her or looked at her in a certain way. Many a night Debra would masturbate with thoughts of being spanked.
One night Debra bumped into Anne after worked. It was in a nice little bar that she enjoyed going to and reading a book as she sipped on a glass of wine.
She put her book in her purse and asked Anne to join her. The two women chatted about work and friends and family. They had one glass of wine and than another and than three. As Debra got up to go to the washroom her book slipped out of her purse without her knowing it. Anne picked it up and quickly looked at the jest of the story. It was not overly raunchy but it told of a woman being dominated and in one passage about her getting spanked.
"Your book fell out." Anne said as she passed it to Debra. Debra's face turned red from embarrassment as she slipped it back into her purse.
"You enjoy those kinds of stories? " Anne asked. " I do also."
"Um, they are interesting to say the lease." Debra replied.
"The thought of getting your bottom spanked like a naughty little girl intrudes you? " Anne said as she tried to read the expression of Debra's face.
"Ah, it has crossed my mind." There was that voice that Anne used as if Debra was under her control. Just sitting there, her undies were sticking to her crotch from excitement while Anne looked at her.
"Well girl. Why didn't you tell me? I would love to spank that bottom of yours." She gave Debra a wink with a smile on her face.
As they finished their glass of wine, they made arrangements for Anne to come over to Debra's place next Saturday afternoon about four for a spanking. With a kiss on the check, they both left the bar.
By the time Debra got home, her panties were clinging to her. She dropped her purse and car keys on the hall table and was stripping as she went into her bedroom. While she lay with her legs spread and (Mr. Big) that's the name she gave her venerator, she had two orgasms as she thought of Anne and the spanking she was going to receive.
Chapter Two
During the following week, Debra had reservations of Anne coming over and the possible spanking. Two or three times, she had the urge to call Anne and cancel the so called spanking. Than she had to laugh and recall that the conversation took place over three glasses of wine and that nothing would become of it.
The following Saturday, Debra did her morning cleaning of the house with little thought of Anne coming over. She had just about ruled the spanking out as just a fantasy and nothing would become of it, even though it was exciting to think about.
At the precise time, the doorbell rang. Debra's heart took a jump and she knew who was at the door. With dread she opened the door to see Anne and another woman standing there. "Thank God" Debra was thinking with seeing the other woman with Anne. They were probably just in the neighbourhood and decided to pop in.
Debra ushered them into her living room and after the three were seated, Anne ask if they wanted anything to drink. Both chose wine, and the three talked a few minutes as they sipped their wine. The younger women with Anne who Debra guessed to be in her late twenties were a friend of Anne's by the name of Julie. When Anne finished her wine, Debra asked if she cared for another.
"No thank you Debra. We should take care of that spanking we mention last week." Anne replied.
Debra did not know what to do or say. She looked at Anne and than back at Julie. She broke out in a sweat.
"Don't worry about Julie; she knows why I am here."
"Now let's get to it. Stand up and strip."
Debra was speechless. There was that tone in Anne's voice that made her always feel like a little girl again.
"Do not waste time Debra. It will only make it worst on you."
Debra never thought of getting spanked naked, she considered getting spanked but with her clothes on. She had no alternative but to go though with this situation that she got herself into.
Debra stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. The other two women sat and watched. Next the socks came off and finally her slacks. There she was her in her underwear and bra with her arms by her side.
"The bra and panties need to come off also. To get a spanking you need to be nude." Anne ordered.
"Now, Debra."
She took a deep breath and unhooked her bra and laid it over the chair. Next she hooked her thumbs in the panties and rolled down her legs. There she was, naked. Standing in front of two fully cloth woman. This was the most humiliating situation in her life with being naked in your own home as two people watched as you stood there.
"Now, how many swats should you receive Debra?" Anne asked
"Speak up girl."
"I don't know? Five." Debra replied.
"Come now. I did not come over here to just give you five swats. I was thinking of ten. Considering you said five, we will make it fifteen."
"Where shall we give you your punishment?"
"I looked in the kitchen and the table looks to be the right height" Julie remarked.
As the two dressed women stood up, Anne removed something from the bag that she came with.
"This is for you to wear this afternoon." as she took out a leather collar and a leash and secured around Debra's neck and lead her into the kitchen.
Debra did not know what to say or do. Her legs felt like rubber and her insides were doing flip-flops. But on top of everything, she was excited and she knew that her pussy was dripping wet.
Chapter Three
"I want you to lie over the table so that you ass is just on the edge." Anne ordered.
"That's good girl." Anne remarked as Debra breasts were pressed on the table and her bottom was at the right height.
"Julie, can you tie Debra's ankles to the table legs?"
With her ankles being tied with pretty pink ribbons, it made her legs spread further apart. Debra was embarrassed before, but now she was further exposed to the eyes of her tormentors.
