First Spanking (Lesbian Domination and Submission, Spanking, Femdom)

Copyright © 2014 by, Tara Cummings

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Excerpt:

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She pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation of the hit. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell her not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I was bound to the bench in a room with nobody and completely at her mercy.

SMACK!

The hard wood paddle knocked me forward. Instantly a sharp pain ripped through my whole body. It hurt like hell. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as my bare ass flared red. I had never been spanked before, but there were something oddly naughty about it.

Just as the pain started to recede she reached forward and pulled my thong down my legs. A slight flutter of pain attacked my sensitive skin as the strap of my panties passed over my smacked ass…

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Not just my apartment felt deserted. The entire apartment complex, normally rampant with college students at this time, might as well have been a ghost town. Most of my fellow students went home for the holiday weekend, leaving just a handful of us that didn’t live close to home to keep an eye on things. I planned on relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet while everyone was gone.

I plopped down on the couch in my favorite comfy sweats and old t-shirt when I heard footsteps outside heading up the concrete stairs. I guessed it was my overly friendly neighbor, she hadn’t left like most of our other neighbors.

I just wanted to be alone for a little while, eat my calorie loaded ice cream, and catch up on my guilty pleasure television with no roommates around. But I knew my neighbor, Becky, would want to see what I was up to. Probably beg me to go outside or, as terrible as it would be, ask me to do something other than curl up on the comfy couch.

Earlier in the week, we ran into each other on the stairs. She was heading out, I was heading in after working a long shift at my part time job.

“What are you doing Saturday night?” she asked in her typical perky tone.

“Nothing really,” I said. “It’ll be the only night this vacation that I don’t have to work so I’ll probably just stay in.”

I liked to go out with my girlfriends and hunt down guys—and girls—at the local college bars, just like any other girl my age. But if I had the apartment to myself, I wanted to enjoy the downtime.

“I’m going to that new place. Restrictions. Have you heard of it?” I didn’t know Becky well, but I already knew her well enough to know that she hated being alone. She never walked to class by herself, not to mention the random guys I saw coming and going from her apartment. I imagined she was the opposite of me. I actually liked time alone to think and wind down.

“I don’t know.” I muttered as I looked away. Too much of a wimp to cut to the chase and tell her I didn’t want to go.

She was friendly, something I had nothing against, but she wasn’t really from my group. It may sound snotty, but I hung out mostly with my sorority sisters. We weren’t some snobby stuck up group or anything, but we were friends and I was used to going out with only them. I didn’t think I would know anyone other than Becky at ‘Restrictions’ or whatever it was called.

“It’ll be fun. I’ll stop by Saturday night.” She said as she flicked a lock of her blonde hair out of her face.

I spent the rest of Thanksgiving break hoping that she would forget about it. I even thought about turning off my lights and hiding in my apartment. Like someone ashamed that they didn’t have candy to hand out on Halloween.

But the more I thought about it the more I realized that I was just acting silly, she wasn’t a stalker or anything like that and she was always nice. She just wanted to go out and dance. Big whoop right?

I decided to brave it and leave my lights on. What’s the worst that could happen? She asks me to go and I just say no? Simple as that.

I’ll admit, I did a little happy dance when I heard her walk by my apartment. I put my celebrations on hold as I listened for her door to open. I heard her fumbling for her keys in her purse.

Then a pause.

My ear felt cold from the cool air outside as I pressed it closer against the door, listening for more clues. I looked down at my wrinkled pajamas and my pint sized ice cream carton in my hand. A breathy sigh left my mouth when I came to the realization of how much of a loser I was. There I was paranoid that someone would
actually
ask me to do something. It was kind of funny.

I shot back to attention when I heard her turn and walk back towards
MY
door. Two knocks later, I rolled my eyes and set down my ice cream. The game was up.

“Hey,” she said with a smile as soon as I opened the door.

“Hey,” I said with less enthusiasm, trying to go for the tired look.

“Want to head out around ten?”

“I don’t know.” I wished I could do a believable fake yawn. Why was I such a pushover? Why couldn’t I just say no?

“Oh, c’mon. I know you’ll have fun.” She said with a bright smile.

“I don’t know if I have anything to wear. What type of club is it?” I said as I searched for every pitiful attempt not to go.

“I have the best dress for you. You have the perfect body for it. It’ll make the men there drool. I’ll be right back.” She said, turning around and heading to her apartment before I could object.

I wasn’t too excited about borrowing one of her dresses. I was glad that none of my friends were around this weekend to see this. I imagined it wasn’t going to be pretty. I ran into Becky at one of the bars on Main Street once; she looked more like a hooker than a college student in a tight red dress that left very little to the imagination. I’m not going to lie, I like to dress up and look sexy when I go out on the town, but I like to do it with at least a little style and class.

By the time I put the ice cream away in the freezer, Becky came back with a shiny grey dress. Totally not my style on so many levels. Even on the hanger it looked tiny, I didn’t know how I would ever fit in it.

“Try it on.” She said, jutting the dress towards me.

“Um, okay.” I tried to put on a smile and entertain her. I was too much of a people pleaser.

She followed me to my bedroom. She’s cute and all, but I usually didn’t do anything with girls and I wanted to tell her that I needed privacy. If she had been one of my girlfriends, I would’ve had no problem getting naked in front of her. However, just stripping down to my bra and panties felt awkward. To her, it seemed like no big deal. She looked at me, wondering why I was taking so long.

Her eyes lit up and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. It was so wrong on me. It was a one shoulder dress, perfect if I wanted to go clubbing down on Jersey Shore or something ridiculous that I never did. Not so appropriate for a college town.

She looked me up and down. “You’ll have to ditch the bra and wear a thong, but otherwise you look fucking hot.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I have heels that match it. Are you about a size seven?”

“Yeah, but you don’t think it’s too much? Or too little?” I corrected myself with a nervous chuckle.

“No way, I’ll be right back.”

She ran off in her enthusiastic speed walk. I tossed my bra to the floor and changed into a black thong. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone out in public wearing so little.

It looked better without the pink strap of my bra sticking out, but still so not my look. It was extremely tight, like skin tight. However, I did like the way it made my breasts look, one of the rare dresses that made my modest C-cup chest look like alluring curves. It wasn’t my style and I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t exactly say I looked
bad
in it.

However, it was so short that if I bent over, the bottom would tease over the curve of my ass and the whole world would see everything that I had to offer. But something about it did make me feel sexy.

I wondered what Stacy, the girl I use to fool around with, would say if she saw me in this. She always wanted me to dress sexier, she would’ve loved me in it.

Becky returned to my bedroom with a whistle. “If I were a guy, I would do you.” She shot me a smirk as she sat on my bed with a bounce.

I turned to her and smiled. Maybe I could have some fun after all.

She helped me with my make-up, a little more than I normally wore and colors a little too trendy, but I was just going along for the ride at that point. I figured I would at least give her and her club a try.

While I did my hair, she changed into an equally revealing and suggestive black dress. I wondered what my sorority sisters would say if they could see the two of us walking out of the apartment together.

I had a feeling it would be something along the lines of “How much do you charge per hour?” We could be cruel, but we just liked to joke around.

Becky drove us past the mostly empty college bars on Main Street. Where was she taking me? She was a nice girl and everything, but I really didn’t know her as well as I probably should have.

Until she moved across the hall from me, I had never seen her before. Nor did I know any of the men that cycled through her apartment on an almost nightly basis. I knew or at least recognized almost everyone from around my apartments. I tried to tell myself I was just over thinking it.

We turned off the main drive just before the highway, into an industrial area of warehouses and factories that I had never been through before. By the way she drove, she had been there many times before. She took turns quickly. A right, then a left, then I saw a full parking lot in front of an old brick warehouse. It was only about two or three stories tall but it seemed to tower over us.

The only thing that said it was a club was the line by the door and a small sign that I saw in steel lettering-
Restrictions.

There were no cabs waiting to take people. Nor did I know the address if I wanted to call a cab to come pick me up. I was stuck there until Becky wanted to leave.