MARIELLE by Helier (F/F) WARNING This story contains scenes which are clear descriptions of spanking and other sexual activity. Personally I don't find them at all offensive but I'm willing to believe that some people might. Could I therefore recommend that this story is only read by adults who are entirely convinced that they can read such material with equanimity. MARIELLE by Helier Marielle hesitated by the door. Her hands were shaking and she was full of crazy doubts. She needed Juliet's help desperately but she was frightened that one day her best friend would get tired of her. She couldn't understand why she was always so unsure of herself with Juliet. At college she had loads of friends - she was confident, funny, everybody loved her. Maybe some of them loved her too much - was that the problem? Here, in the evening, reality closed in. She lifted her hand and knocked briefly. "Julie," she called. She heard a soft reply from the other side of the door and entered the warm study. Juliet looked up from her own work, gently shaking her thick blonde hair away from her face. "What is it, baby?" She held out her arm. Marielle flew across the room and buried herself in Juliet's lap, moaning. "It's hopeless." Juliet stroked her head. "I know you're trying." "Honestly I am but I just can't ... " "I know. Study isn't easy - if it was you wouldn't have to bother. You'll just have to try." "But, Julie ... " "Go back and try. Marielle nodded miserably but didn't stir. She stared at her stubby fingers on the fine woollen skirt that covered Juliet's thighs. Why was she not beautiful and serene like Juliet? She didn't want to move. The scented air was kind to her nerves. Juliet was just two years older than her but she cared for her in a way that no-one else ever had. Perhaps she had never let them. The moment she had looked into the amber of Juliet's eyes she had fallen into a beautiful and more graceful country and been caught there ever since. Marielle had come to live at Longheath three months ago. Juliet had inherited the house from her aunt but since she had no money for its upkeep she had divided it in two. She had dreaded the idea of sharing but the family who rented from her were very easy to get on with and Jenny, mother of two delightfully naughty daughters, had become her best friend. It was Jenny who pointed out to her that even with only half of the huge old house she had far too much space and encouraged her to share again. A little later Juliet came across Marielle - sprawled out, as it happened, having tripped over a pavement in her usual frazzled haste - and offered her a room. Juliet was in her fourth year of medicine and Marielle was taking law. The girl was plainly crazy but she stirred something in Juliet. She brought back memories of a childhood friend Juliet had lost - it still made her shudder to think of it. The worst of it was that something in those days still escaped her - she had never understood the wildness that killed her beautiful cousin. She felt exiled by her own calm as if her memories had been stillborn. Perhaps she hoped that Marielle would make a difference. Marielle had been a problem right from the start. She had been brought up by her grandmother after her parents had died in an air accident when she was seven. Her grandmother was nobody's idea of a sweet old lady - she was a career woman who had not planned on having another child to deal with. She was fun to be with if you could tie her down but she had no time and little understanding of the needs of a growing girl. She had sent Marielle to the best schools and bought her extra tuition when she failed her exams but she had never understood that Marielle's problem with study was deeper and more serious than just a lack of concentration. So Marielle had carried the problem with her all the way to college until she met Juliet who somehow understood it perfectly. Between the two girls a relationship of trust and love had grown up quickly. Juliet saw that without help Marielle would fail her exams and that if she failed at college she would fail everywhere. It seemed too much like history repeating itself. She made a commitment to herself that she would help whatever it cost her. She began to take an interest in Marielle's studies, helping her with things she didn't understand, encouraging her and giving her little tests. They made studying into fun and Marielle came to love their sessions around the kitchen table. She improved with Juliet's help and her confidence began to build. But of course Juliet had her own work to do and she was very aware that it would all be for nothing if Marielle didn't learn to motivate herself. More and more she made her go to her room in the evening to study on her own. It was purgatory for Marielle. She would wrestle for hours trying to make herself concentrate but her mind would wander. She would get up and walk around. She would be distracted by magazines, draw pictures on her notepad, look at herself in the mirror. Boredom and a sense of doom would close in. In these circumstances study would become less and less possible. She would become angry and feel Juliet had rejected her. She would imagine furious rows between them, fantasising all the horrible things she would like to say and rehearsing them in lurid detail. Then at last she would become tearful, knowing that Juliet was the only one who had ever cared about her. She would lapse into hopelessness and finally she would tiptoe downstairs to beg Juliet to help again. "Perhaps you should give me a spanking." It had started a few days ago as a joke between them. Marielle had said it to make Juliet laugh and it had worked. They had giggled nervously at the thought of it all evening as they studied together and Juliet had had to admit, to herself at least, that she found the idea strangely exciting. Since then Marielle had tried the same trick twice more and it had gnawed at Juliet's imagination and distracted her. Hearing it again irritated her a little. She turned and looked at her friend. "Marielle," she murmured, a little more severely than she intended. "I don't think you should say that anymore." Marielle looked up, dismayed. She had never heard that reproach in her friend's voice before. It brought back old insecurities immediately. It scared her and confused her. Suddenly she wasn't sure of her own intention anymore. Why had she repeated the same joke night after night? "I'm sorry," she mumbled and dropped her head. Juliet stroked her soft black hair. Marielle's hair was short and curled at the ends where it touched the silky whiteness of her neck. "It's okay," she said. "You've just got to learn to work on your own, that's all. What are you supposed to be studying?" "Copyright laws - the fifth chapter of Leaman's 'Copyright in Action'. We get a test on it tomorrow." "Well, then, you've got to work on it, Marielle, or you'll be in trouble." She knew she was just pleading - she couldn't find the words to do any better than that this evening. "Look at the time - it's late now." Marielle looked up at her. "Juliet .. " Something in the quiet of the voice gave Juliet an odd inkling of what Marielle was about to say. Her heart began to thump wildly. "Perhaps ... " Marielle could hardly speak the words. "Perhaps if you gave me a spanking ... perhaps I would .. concentrate better." She didn't dare raise her eyes. Juliet was staring at her so strangely and she couldn't tell if it was anger or just amazement. She decided to press on for better or worse. "You could send me up to bed and I'd really concentrate. And then in half an hour you could come and test me." She came to a standstill, unsure of what else to say or if she had already said too much. Juliet tried to even out her breathing and calm herself before she spoke. "Marielle. If I did it ... if I spanked you, it wouldn't be a game. It would be for real ... " she was scarcely audible now. " ...and it'd hurt." Marielle's eyes grew wide - her concentration had already improved a hundredfold. "And then ... " Suddenly it all came in a rush. "If I tested you and found you hadn't learned it properly I would spank you again. Do you understand?" Marielle's voice was no more than a husky whisper. "Yes." She swallowed hard, barely able to believe she was saying it. "Do you still want me to do it?" " ... Yes ... I think so." Juliet hesitated for a short moment then decided to take the plunge. "Take your jeans down, Marielle." Confronted with what she had got herself into, Marielle stalled. She got up but then could go no further. "Come on." Juliet turned her chair and patted her lap. "This was your idea," she added quietly, seeing how Marielle was staring at her, glassy-eyed and mesmerised. Suddenly Marielle came alive. Her fingers flew to unfasten her jeans and, glancing breathlessly at the soft fawn wool that covered Juliet's lap she pulled her jeans down low on her thighs. Again she panicked. She realised she must look ridiculous like this; and then that she was wearing her stupid white knickers that were worn at the elastic. Biting her lip she calmed herself again. She shuffled a few steps forward and lowered herself on to Juliet's knees. Quickly she adjusted herself to a perfect spanking position. It was such a strange feeling. At last, after dreaming about it all these years, now it was really her, here, draped across a beautiful friend's knees, trembling. The feeling of it, waiting for her first smack, was the most erotic sensation she had ever known. Juliet gazed in wonder at the lush expanse of Marielle's thighs and creamy white knickers. It was so beautiful she could scarcely breathe. From the restless motion of almost imperceptible muscles she could imagine that Marielle was as aroused as she was. She allowed herself a moment to let her fingers roam over the soft flesh and warm fabric. She had never felt another girl's body before. What was also quite scary to her when she thought about it was that she was also still a virgin. She hadn't meant to be - somehow it had just never happened. It was strange and a little frightening to be touching Marielle this way, but so exciting. She longed to feel if there was dampness between Marielle's legs as she knew there was between hers but she didn't dare. To stop herself thinking about it she concentrated on what she had to do. Marielle moaned quietly when she felt Juliet's hand stop its sensual exploration and leave her trembling bottom. She knew she was going to get it now and there was no turning back. Without meaning to she held her breath in anticipation and she wasn't disappointed. Juliet's hand exploded on her panties with a force that set her whole bottom shaking. Another followed and a third before she caught her breath to squeal out loud. Juliet couldn't believe how much pleasure it gave her to feel her friend twisting and squirming on her knees. It filled her with desire - so much that she could have cried out herself. She found herself wishing that she had made Marielle take down her knickers too so she could have spanked her on her bare bottom. Thirsting to know how that would feel she gave Marielle huge smacks on her thighs, making the poor girl jump and cry for mercy. She began sobbing loudly which only deepened Juliet's wicked satisfaction and drove her to spank more forcefully. A couple of times she paused to luxuriate in the sound of Marielle's weeping before smacking her even harder. Marielle was consumed with the burning sting of it. Between her sobs she found herself pleading humiliatingly for Juliet to stop even though she knew that just as desperately she wanted her to continue. It was a hunger she had felt all her life. She realised it now and every moment it lasted just made her want it more. Finally, with one gigantic smack, Juliet was finished. "Now off you go," she said, propelling Marielle unceremoniously to her feet. "And if it's not learnt in twenty minutes," she told the weeping girl. "I'll spank you over again." Still crying Marielle fled, her hands clutching madly at her raging bottom, her jeans still around her knees. She left Juliet panting and confused; incapable of further study, her mind alive with guilty excitment. For a few moments she tried to concentrate on Marielle's problem, trying to force herself to think of what she had done as some sort of experiment to help find a solution. She so much wanted to believe that it had all been for Marielle's benefit that she was almost surprised to find her fingers slipping inside her shirt to massage her breast. She couldn't believe she was capable of the strong desire she was feeling now and knowing where it came from filled her with shame. Still her fingers wouldn't stop. Now they were fondling her nipple and flushing her pussy with warmth and moisture all over again. She desperately wanted to stop but somehow her wayward fingers seemed to find the easy trail into the dampness of her knickers and her thighs even parted to let them. Pleasure and shame mingled in the sweetness but it was pleasure that won her over - waves of it washing through her body until she cried out and came, falling back into her chair with her skirt pulled almost up to her waist.