by Monica Belle
‘Do you want to?’
I nodded and immediately she was tugging her skirt up and pushing her knickers down and off to present me with her open sex. I’d seen her naked a hundred times, but this was different, her thighs open to show herself off for the attention of my tongue. For a moment I hesitated, wondering if I could really do it, and then I had, my face buried between her thighs, my tongue lapping between her lips as she gave a deep, soft sigh and called my name.
Her hand found the back of my head, holding me gently but firmly in place as I licked her, and with that gesture my feelings grew stronger still. Now I was really doing it, beyond naughty, into that realm of surrender where only Stephen had ever taken me. I wanted to please her, any way she liked, to be hers to enjoy, to strip me, to touch me where she pleased, to have me lick her, maybe even to spank my bottom if she wanted to.
With that my hand went back to find my sex, only to stop. I had to come, but not yet, because I had to get what I’d thought of before and the chance would never come again. I licked harder, and faster, right on her clitoris. She groaned, called my name, and a moment later she’d come, rubbing my face into her sex as spasm after spasm ran through her body.
I stopped only when she pulled my head back. She was smiling down at me, content yet sad. Her arms came open to hug me as she spoke.
‘Thanks, Fizz . . .’
‘Sure, only I need the same favour. I want you to spank me, Josie . . . to spank my bottom, nice and hard.’
She looked surprised, but moved aside as I scrambled up on the seat, my knees wide and my bum stuck well out. My hand went back and I was masturbating, even as she knelt up beside me, to take me firmly around the waist. Her hand found my bottom, first squeezing, then giving me the gentlest of smacks.
‘Harder, Josie, punish me.’
She didn’t need telling twice, tightening her grip on my waist and laying into my bottom. As I felt the warmth start to spread I was completely lost, rubbing hard at myself with the same rude thought running around and around in my head, that I was being spanked by another woman, Josie, who’d always been so strong, so tough. It was better than having a man do it, far better, naughtier, more humiliating, better for bringing out that awful wonderful sense of resentment, and as my cheeks bounced I was screaming her name and begging her to spank me harder, and to make me lick her again afterwards as I remembered how she’d had me grovelling on my knees, nude but for my boots, kneeling to her in worship with my tongue busy on her pussy.
With that I came, an orgasm that seemed to last forever, and she never once paused in my spanking as I shook and shivered and told her over and over again how much I loved her and how good it felt to be under her control. She never questioned me either, but just held on, as I came. Afterwards, neither of us spoke as we cuddled and kissed for what seemed like an age. Finally it was she who pulled away, her voice a sigh as she spoke.
‘I’ve wanted you for so long, Fizz . . . thank you.’
‘You don’t need to thank me. That was lovely, and I’d do it again, anytime.’
Her answer was a weak smile, but I knew what she was thinking. We could have been enjoying ourselves for years. If only she’d told me, perhaps teased me into it one night when we’d been drunk together. Once I’d given in to the feelings of submission she brought out in me I’d have been OK. After that it would have been a regular thing, our naughty, dirty, delicious secret. Now it would never be.
It was nearly one in the morning by the time we’d got dressed and tidied ourselves up. I was getting tired and she agreed to drive, guiding the van back onto the main road. As we went we had one of those soft, sensible conversations, when you both know you’re putting your emotions second. We agreed that if we’d both been living in Hockford we wouldn’t be able to leave each other alone, that there might have been all sorts of consequences and so it was probably best that I was leaving. I told her everything about Stephen, and as I did so I felt increasingly guilty and confused, until it had become almost a physical pain. At last I could bear it no longer. I needed to see him and reaffirm my feelings.
‘Could you drop me at the Brettenham turning?’
‘Yeah? I thought . . . nah, it’s probably best.’
I nodded, the lump in my throat suddenly too big to let me speak. For maybe a minute we drove on in silence, before the sign for my turning appeared in the headlights. Josie slowed the van and stopped where the minor road came off, biting her lip as she turned to me.
‘Thanks again, Fizz. I needed that so badly.’
‘That’s OK.’
‘Now fuck off before I start to cry again.’
I kissed her and got down from the van. Our eyes met for one last moment and she was gone, leaving me standing by the road with my head a mess of emotions: lingering excitement and arousal, joy and yet sadness too, mischievousness and guilt, but above all a bitter sense of loss. After all those years of freedom, and when I’d finally decided to give it up I almost immediately found something so good I could hardly bear to go without.
Yet I knew the cure, for all that the tears were beginning to well up in my eyes as I walked the moonlit road. Once I was under Stephen’s firm, loving control I would be OK again. That was what I needed, to be held tight and have him tell me that he loved me, which he’d not yet done. Then he could spank me rosy and all would be well again.
My thoughts were going round and round as I walked, but always coming back to the same conclusion. That was what I needed, and I needed it now. My heart was in my throat as I climbed the wooden stair to his flat. His car was there, so he was in. I would wake him and ask him to cuddle me and then to spank me, taking my well-deserved punishment for all that he didn’t know I’d done. Or maybe I should tell him? Maybe I should tell him I’d been with another girl, apologise and beg for him to punish me.
Yes, that was best. I would admit it and beg forgiveness. I would tell him he could punish me any way he pleased, spank me, cane me and, afterwards, have me naked on my knees, penetrated from behind with my punished bottom lifted to him. Maybe he should even sodomise me. Yes, that was what I deserved, to be spanked and sodomised as a punishment. I knew he’d do it.
I turned the key in the lock as carefully as I could, sliding the door open with only the slightest noise. Inside it was dark, save for a faint light from the stairwell up to his bedroom. It was not quiet, the first sound I heard the unmistakable smack of a hard male hand applied to a soft female bottom, then a little gasp and a giggle. I froze, my mouth coming slowly open as the all too familiar noises continued. Without the slightest doubt Stephen had another woman in his bedroom, our bedroom. He was spanking her, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
Anger welled up inside me, only to die as I thought of what I’d just done, and rise again. Maybe I’d been with Josie, but not in the bed where I’d given so much. It just wasn’t fair, not behind my back, and it could hardly be somebody he’d just chanced to pick up for the night, or almost certainly not. How many women get straight into heavy spanking on a first date?
I stepped forward, knowing only that I was going to confront him, and that I wanted to catch him redhanded, with no possibility of talking his way out of it. Walking on tiptoe, I crossed the floor, all the while the smacks growing louder and her response more openly sexual, only to stop, and as I heard Stephen sigh I knew he’d stopped her mouth with his cock, exactly the way he liked to do to me. I reached the spiral stair and started up, step by careful step, until I could poke my head up out of the well and see what was going on.
Stephen knelt on the bed, turned slightly away from me, still in his shirt and suit trousers, but with his cock and balls protruding from the fly, the way I enjoyed so much. He was erect, and his shaft was half hidden in the mouth of the woman who was sucking his cock. She was naked, on her hands and knees with her tummy supported on a pile of pillows. Her bottom was lifted towards me, pushed up high and well open, her full cheeks red with spanking and open to show every intimate detail bet
ween, while his big hand rose and fell to make her cheeks quiver and bounce. She was wet, and a small carrot had been inserted up her bottom.
None of that mattered, not in the least. There could have been a thousand more details, just as dirty as you please, and still none of them would have mattered. Only one thing mattered, the identity of the woman he was with, who was sucking his cock, who he was spanking. My mother.
I walked back down those stairs and away, numb with shock, not knowing what to think or what to do, my mind simply unable to take it in. His car keys were on the telephone table and I picked them up by instinct, closing the door behind me. I climbed down to ground level and got into his gleaming silver Saab, knowing only that I wanted to go, to get as far away as possible as fast as possible.
They hadn’t noticed me, too lost in each other to realise, and I left unhindered, driving out onto the main road with some vague idea of catching up with Josie, only to change my mind. I put my foot down, hitting eighty, ninety, one hundred, wondering if I should just ram the car into another and put an end to everything, and with that awful thought my emotions burst. The tears were streaming from my eyes as I tore through the night, anger welling up to push everything else aside, but I had to slow, or crash.
I slowed, enough sense left to me for that, and pulled off the fast road towards Hockford. Deep in the woods I stopped at the mouth of a logging track and got out of the car, trying to think. It wasn’t too late. I could still go back, leave the car and somehow get home on foot, pretend nothing had happened. Or I could set light to the bastard’s car and leave it to burn as a beacon to his betrayal. I could be his again, meek and subservient, going over his knee to have my knickers pulled down and my bottom spanked but all the while knowing he had neither loyalty nor respect for me. Or I could keep my pride and sacrifice my relationship and my job as well, maybe take up with Martin, maybe steal Mr Phelps’ new car, maybe go out with Pete and afterwards pee in my knickers for him somewhere deep in the wood, maybe surrender my bottom to Dave Shaw, definitely play with Josie again. I could be me.
The matches from the Flying Fortress were still in my pocket. I took them out, looking at the little aeroplane in the dim light from inside the car. All it would take was one strike, or I could drive back to Brettenham and continue to be Stephen’s little dolly bird. No, I was going to be me.
I lit the match.
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