I Spanked a Girl, and I Liked It (part 3)

So, Dear Reader, when last we met, if you'll recall, Kirsten and I were a bit tipsy after our trivia triumph, and she had, more or less, dared me to spank her. At least that's how I read her out-thrust bum.  So, Dear Reader, what choice had I? 

I will admit that it was with trepidation that I slapped her bottom. She wiggled a bit and said, giggling, "what was that? that's not a spanking!"


She taunted me, Reader! So I commenced to spanking her.



Now, I won't say I was good at it, but I was enthusiastic. I'm not sure how long I spanked her before she squealed and recoiled a bit. "Ouch! Okay, that's a spanking!" she said, and we both started laughing deliriously.

"Alright, you bad girl," I said, "more champagne?"


She stood up, rubbed her bottom, and checked her watch. "Sure, why not? Joe won't be here for another 45 minutes."  She picked up her glass and followed me to the kitchen.


Let me stop here, Gentle Reader, to comment that the bottle of champagne felt wonderful on my burning palm. Tops, why have you never mentioned the stinging of the hand? Is it a bravado thing? Or is it just that my little hand is not accustomed to such work, and thus stung mightily? Truly, I'm interested in the answer to this question.

Anywho, back to the story!


So, after having refilled both our glasses, it was reluctantly that I put that icy bottle back in the fridge. And just as I was closing the door, before I turned around, she struck me. She had the gall to spank me! And I hadn't done a thing! I mean, Sir is more than welcome to spank me any time he deems fit for no reason. But this insolent girl is not. Still, I couldn't stop giggling.


"What the hell?!? Oh, now you've done it!" And as I started to reach out to swat her, she lunged toward me and kissed me. It was the awkward kind of thrilling kiss that reminded me of being 13;  3 seconds of tooth-banging, nervous-making, earth-shaking fun. 

 "Oh, you think kissing me is going to make me forget what you did, do you?"


"Maybe..." and then she kind of pounced on me, Reader. She took my face in her hands, pushed me back against the fridge, and kissed me, properly. I was shocked by the small softness of her mouth. At first I just stood there, with my arms hanging at my sides. But after a few seconds, I put my hands on her hips and held her against me as her unbelievably soft tongue moved slowly in my mouth. Then she pulled away, smiled, and sauntered (I tell you, she actually sauntered!) back to the couch with her glass.


"Oh, that is it! You're going over my knee, Kirsten!"

To Be Continued...

xoxoxo
Libby

I Spanked a Girl, and I Liked It (part 2)

(continued)

Dear Reader, I had to act.

"I have some wine at my place...do you both wanna come over for a bit? I live just a couple of blocks from here."

They looked at one another, as if weighing my offer.

"I really should get home," Lisa said. "I've got to work early. But you should go, Kirsten."

Yes, I thought, yes, Kirsten, you really should.

"Let me call Joe and see if he can pick me up on his way home." She stepped away from us to make the call. Come on, Joe, I thought, be a pal and help a girl out.

"He said that's fine. I'm going to text the address to him. He's going to come get me in about an hour and a half. Is that okay?"

And with that, my Dear Readers, my little adventure began.

After the obligatory tour (hardly a tour...I have two rooms!), I took the champagne from the fridge and took it and two glasses to the living room where Kirsten was sitting on my couch.

Let me take a moment to set the scene, Dear Reader. Portishead is playing on the hi-fi (read computer), and the bubbly has been poured. My living room is lit by lamps, because I'm a girl who doesn't like overhead lighting...I like atmosphere. Kirsten is sitting on my purple velvet couch, leaning over the arm, reading the titles of the books on my shelves. She is a bit taller than me, 5'5'' or so, and has longish red hair and freckles. She's wearing a black leotard, jeans, and Ugg boots. Very cute, granola girl next door.

"You really rocked that trivia, Libby," she says.

"You're weren't too bad yourself, Doll," I purr back.

"I hated those guys! They were so obviously cheating!"

I assume a stern look.

"Well, Missy, you're not one to talk about cheating now, are you?"

I swear to you, Dear Reader, she blushed.

"I really shouldn't have done that, I know. It's not like me. I just couldn't stand the thought of them winning."

"Well, you know what I say about that, Kirsten."

Again with the blushing!

"You said you were going to spank me!" she giggled, and sipped her champagne.

"I did not!" now I giggled. "I said SOMEBODY needs to spank you."

Before the words were out of my mouth, she was up on her knees, with her back to me and her bottom thrust out. "Go ahead, Libby," she said, laughing as if it were all a big goof, "I deserve it!"

Now, Reader, I'm very subby.  I don't consider myself a switch. But something "switched" on in me at that moment, and I NEEDED to smack Kirsten's bottom. The problem was that I literally didn't know how. I'm very uncoordinated, and I was a little worried that I might miss altogether. But I'm not one to miss an opportunity, and, like I said, I was feeling a primal urge to smack her bottom.

TO BE CONTINUED...