STEPHANIE  by Helier   (F/F)(cons)


WARNING

This story contains scenes 
which are clear descriptions of 
spanking and 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 
equinimity.


STEPHANIE by Helier

Stephanie took her top off and stared at herself in the mirror.    Okay,
so her breasts were petite but that was no reason for Steve to laugh at
her and show her up in front of his friends.    He was just a swine.   She
felt tears of indignation springing into her eyes.    Everything she had
hoped for from this relationship had fallen apart.

At first he had been so romantic.   He said he loved her blond hair and
her funny smile and he'd said he liked her shape - he'd really said that.   
He had picked her up from school most days in his beautiful old Buick
convertible and given her presents and taken her out.   When her Mom
had been ill and had to go into hospital he had come over three times to
take her to visit.   Admittedly he didn't come in and she'd had to go into
a bar to collect him afterwards.   He said he didn't like hospitals and
he'd laughed at her when she'd said she hated going into bars on her
own.   Perhaps she should have guessed from that what it was going to
be like.   She didn't, but she sure as hell knew it now.

Steve was a self-centred womaniser with a drinking problem.    It was
him that was worthless not her.   He wasn't worth spitting at;  not worth
shit.   He certainly wasn't worth crying over.   So then why was she
standing in front of the mirror crying her eyes out?    It was too much.  
Why didn't she ever meet anyone nice?   It wouldn't be so bad but he
was the third this year.    It wasn't fair.   And then Celia.    Oh, my god,
what was Celia going to say?   What was she going to say to Celia?

Celia was a tall African-American with the figure of a goddess and the
sweetest nature.    She was Stephanie's best friend - more than best
friend.   She was confidante, mother-figure, drinking partner and now
and again even her lover.   That was very secret, almost sacred, but
they had made love to each other quite a lot when you added it up.  
Whenever one of them was lonely or depressed - or really happy - or
even just because they were together, they would make love.    It was
never taken for granted and sometimes, it's true, Stephanie had
disappointed Celia by refusing her.   Stephanie was a bit scared of it.  
She wasn't sure why herself.    Maybe she was afraid she might get to
like it too much.

Celia had told Stephanie not to start anything with Steve.   She had
seen it happening even before Stephanie realised it and she had
warned her of what it would be like.    Stephanie had been really angry
with her.   She had told her she was interfering and that she had no
right to judge Steve and to push her negative opinions on to others.   In
the end she had walked out on Celia when they were supposed to be
spending the whole evening together.   Now when she thought back on
it she felt so embarrassed.   Celia was the kindest person she had ever
had in her life;  the only one who really cared about her.

She had gone to Steve's house that evening because he was
supposed to meet her at the cafe on Main St.  It was the third time in
two weeks that he hadn't shown up.   The worst thing was that she
knew almost certainly he was seeing someone else.   It was the way
people evaded her questions when she talked about him.   She went to
his house to ask him outright.    She was still so sure it would work
between them - if she could just get him to see how she felt.

When she arrived she found him sitting round the table with his friends.  
They were drinking and playing cards.   She walked in and immediately
a silence fell.

"Steve," she began.   "I was waiting ... "

"Yeah.  Everyone, this is Stef."

There was a general murmur round the table.   Stephanie noticed for
the first time that one of them was a woman.   She had long black hair
and big breasts.    She was quite attractive but she was wearing a
flashy low-cut top and her hands were full of cheap rings.   Steve
introduced her as Marcie.

"Come and sit on my knee for a moment.  Come here, Sweetie."

Stephanie didn't really want to in front of the others - she didn't really
trust him - but he gave her a special kind of smile so she went.    The
card game seemed to have stopped and Steve put his arm round her
and made a few jokes, introducing everyone.   Stephanie almost began
to relax - she even felt a bit special with the fuss he was making of her.  
He could always do that to her.    She smiled at them, a little shyly.

"There!"  Steve said.   "Look at that - she can smile.   That's a good girl.  
Isn't she lovely?   Pretty face.   Sweet little tits.   Look at these,
everybody.  No, don't cover them up."

Stephanie felt uncomfortable and wanted him to stop.

"Steve ... "

"Let us look at them.   They're little but so cute.   Ain't that right, Gary?"

Gary grinned and so did all the rest.

"Why don't you give us a look at them?   Just a little look.   Come on -
take your top off.    No-one's going to be offended."

"Stop it, Steve."

He was trying to undo the buttons on her shirt.

"I was only trying to show everyone how pretty they are.   Little tits.  
Maybe we should call you that - Little Tits."

"Leave her alone, Steve," Marcie said.   "She doesn't have to if she
doesn't want to."

"Is that so?" said Steve.   "See - Marcie would take her top off if we
asked nicely.   Wouldn't you, Marcie?"

"Like this, you mean?"  grinned Marcie and lifted her sweater.    She
had nothing on underneath.

"There you are.   Take it off, Marcie."

Marcie took her top off completely and sat smiling at them, naked to the
waist.    She stroked her nipples.

"It's good you turned up."    Steve was speaking to Stephanie although
his eyes were fixed on Marcie's nipples.    "Because as a matter of fact,
this is a very special occasion."

Marcie laughed.

"You see today is Gary's birthday.   So to celebrate Gary thought it
would be a good idea if he brought his sister, Marcie, along to give
everyone a treat.   Well, that's fine, of course, for everyone except Gary
- he can't go getting his birthday treat from his little sister now, can he?  
And me neither, naturally - because of you.   But luckily you're here so,
you know what, Gary and me can share you while Marcie takes care of
the rest.   Problem solved."

Stephanie had been staring at him in amazement all through this trying
to work out if this was some obscure kind of joke.    Now, however, she
looked across the table and sure enough Marcie was kissing Jack while
Solly and she were undoing each other's jeans and Brad was just
reaching across to grab her breast.   Stephanie couldn't believe what
she was seeing.

"Steve.   You're not serious ... Ah!"   At that moment Gary had put a
hand round and pinched her nipple.  Stephanie leapt up.

"It's the most disgusting ... Steve, you're a ... you're a fuckwit!"

She ran out and slammed the door.   Behind her she could hear the
whole room erupting into whoops of laughter and Steve's voice out
above the rest, laughing loudest.   Crying, she leapt into her car and
didn't stop driving until she was home.   He'd made her feel dirty and
completely foolish.   And the idea of that revolting guy touching her
breast ...      If Steve had wanted to finish it why didn't he just say so
instead putting her through this degrading charade?   But she could
see it now - he'd been like that all the way along.  Why hadn't she seen
it before?

She showered but she still felt dirty and miserable.   Everything
suddenly seemed so empty.  She couldn't bear being on her own - and
at the same time she couldn't bear the thought of talking to anyone.   
Only Celia could help but how could she call Celia now.    There'd been
such an atmosphere between them all the four months since she'd
taken up with Steve.   How stupid could she be - to throw herself into a
relationship with a dickbrain like Steve and cut herself off from the only
person who could be any comfort to her when it all went wrong.  
Stephanie knew exactly how stupid that was - and she cried about it for
an hour.

"Celia ... "

It had taken an hour and a half but Stephanie had finally plucked up the
courage to phone.

"So he finally did it to you?"

"How d'you know?"

"Let's just say I've been waiting for your call."

"I'm so miserable ... "  Stephanie burst into tears.

"Don't do anything desperate - I'll be round in five."

It took ten minutes for Celia to get there.   She knocked and Stephanie
opened the door.   She looked a real mess.    Her eyes were red from
crying and her nose was runny.   She must have had her hands in her
hair for an hour to get it into that state.    Stephanie who always looked
so cool and cute.    Celia felt her heart go out to this girl.   Stephanie
had caused her a lot of pain and she had prepared herself to be pretty
severe but this was clearly not the moment.

"Come here, Stephanie," she murmured and Stephanie flung herself,
weeping, into Celia's arms.

Celia led her back into the apartment, closing the door with her foot.   
They say down on the lounge and Celia just held her tight while she
cried it out.   Of course Stef was stupid where guys were concerned but
then who wasn't.   It was just wrong that she became so aggressive
with it.

After a while Stephanie began talking.   She told Celia the whole story -
all those things that had been awful at the time and the things she was
only just realising now.   Steve had found so many ways to be an
asshole - it was incredible.   As she listened Celia was thinking - what a
lesson.   Stephanie was an intelligent woman - she'd had straight 'A's
all the way through high school and now she was set to graduate with
honours.    Why did it all just go out the window as soon as some
bastard tilted his eyebrow at her?   Would Stephanie have learnt from
this?   At this moment she no doubt thought she had but, in the long
run, probably not - all the more reason for Celia to set about teaching
her.

"I didn't think you'd still talk to me,"  sobbed Stephanie.

"Well, did you deserve that I should still be speaking to you?"

"No."

"No."  Celia said, quietly.       "You really hurt me, babe, I'd like you to
know that.   You were ... pretty uncompromisingly vicious."

"I'm so sorry, Celia."  Weeping, she put her arms around her friends
neck.   "And what about you and Tony?   Are you ... ?"

"We're fine.  He loves me.   He likes you too, you know.  He was the
one who stopped me being angry with you.   He knew I was just hurting
myself and he also knew, because it was Steve, there'd be a time you'd
need me."

"It seems like everyone knew except me."

"And everyone told you.   I told you ... "

"I know."

"And I'm not prepared to forget that."

Stephanie looked up at Celia, a little alarmed.

"Oh ... "

"Right 'oh'.   Honey, I want you to be happy.   You know I've always
wanted that, don't you?"

"Yes."

"But do you think I should allow you to dump on me and then just
expect me to be there to pick up the pieces?"

"I guess not."

"No ... well, what if I gave you a big spanking for it?"

Stephanie's eyes widened.   She giggled and then stopped and stared.

"A spanking?"  she said, incredulously.

Celia was glad she had laughed first because she didn't want this to
sound too heavy.   She grinned at Stephanie.

"Does that surprise you?"

Stef laughed again.   She was embarrassed and just a little excited.

"No ... yes."

"Don't you think you deserve it?"    

"Well, yeah, maybe ... I guess it depends how much it hurts."

"Plenty."   They both laughed - Stephanie was really embarrassed now.

"But ... " she started, shyly.    "... isn't that what little girls get?"

Celia looked at her with a meaningful smile.

"Uh-huh ... "

Stephanie gulped and blushed deeply.

"I could go home if you'd prefer."

"No,"  Stephanie cried out, grasping Celia's hand.   "I want you to stay
but ... well, how will you do that?"

She couldn't look Celia in the eye now and the excitement was making
her a little breathless.

"A good spanking - a really well-deserved spanking - always comes in
two parts."   Celia's voice was full of laughter.   "Did you know that?"

"No."   Stephanie couldn't help smiling in spite of her mortal
embarrassment.

"Well, it does.   In the first part you go over my knee with your panties
down ... "

"Oh ... "

"And you get exactly the kind of thing I remember getting from my
Mommy when I had been a sneaky little girl."

Stephanie swallowed deeply.

"What about the second part?"

"You'll find that out when you've been a really good girl in the first part,
won't you?"

"I guess so ... "

"But I'll give you a clue.   If you've behaved and you're a very lucky girl I
might let you go out to my new car ... "

"You've got a new car?"

" ... To fetch the paddle for it."

"Oh"

"Yes, I have got a new car.  Tony bought it for me."

"Oh, he's so sweet to you,"  Stephanie wailed.    "Why don't I ever get
to meet guys like Tony?"

"You've met a lot of guys like Tony.   In fact ... you actually met Tony
before I did."

"I didn't ... I'm sure I would have remembered."

"I think what you said about him was 'uncool'.   Yes, that was it."

"I couldn't have said that."

"He also once plucked up the courage to ask you out - to a dance.  
You told him to 'screw off'."

"I never ... " Stephanie went to protest and then collapsed.   "Yes, I did. 
Oh, god, and he remembers it.    I was so awful.   Why would he still
like me after what I did to him?"

"Two reasons, honey,"  Celia murmured.   "Because he knows I love
you so he figures you can't be all bad - and second ... because he's
sorry for you."

"Oh, god ... "

"Don't worry."  Celia lifted up her friend's chin and looked into her
brimming eyes.   "I'm not a bit sorry for you."

Their eyes were shining.  Celia leaned forward and kissed Stephanie
on the lips.   Stephanie returned the kiss and they hugged and tongue-
kissed until they were both breathless.

"Okay," crooned Celia, patting her knee.   "Are you ready now?"

"Can we have a drink?" Stephanie asked, nervously.

"Sure."   Celia smiled and settled back.   "I don't mind if this takes all
night."

Stephanie poured them both some vodka.  She had orange juice in
hers with ice.   Celia had hers neat.   They sat side by side on the
lounge, sipping their drinks in silence.   After a few sips Stephanie put
hers down carefully on the table.

"Okay," she mumbled.  "I guess I'm ready now."

"Round this side, baby.    Come on ... let's see what colour panties
you've got on today."

Stephanie bit her lip and got up.   She walked round to the other side
and after a nervous glance at Celia she lifted up her skirt, quite high.  
She was astonished at how much it aroused her just to do this simple
little thing.   She just had to do what she was told now - she had no
control over anything.    She had changed after her shower and she
now wore a little tartan mini with a loose v-necked sweater and no bra.  
Her panties were simple and nice - not expensive ones but shiny, quite
skimpy ones she had bought from Victoria's Secret a few weeks ago.  
They were full of pretty colours and she didn't mind Celia's admiring
glance.

"Cute," said Celia.  "Real cute.    Come here."

Stephanie moved closer to her.   Celia gave her a little tap on her thigh.

"This is bare bottom - I told you that, didn't I?"

"Yes."   Stephanie's heart was racing.

Celia reached up and, in one tug, pulled her panties right down.  
Stephanie gasped.   She felt her sex beginning its familiar little throb.  
She moistened her lips, aware of Celia drinking in her exposure.

"Come on over," murmured Celia, patting her lap.

Stephanie took a deep breath and bent over.    She had never been in
this postion before.    She put her hands on the sofa but Celia moved
her over so she had to put them on the floor instead.   It was
uncomfortable.   She could feel the blood rushing to her head and her
stomach being stretched by Celia's knees.    She felt Celia adjusting
her panties, tugging them down a little further.    It was humiliating to be
bent over like this and, even worse, she could feel that there was
moisture on the lips of her sex.    She hoped she wasn't as exposed as
she felt.

While she was preoccupied with all this she hadn't really been thinking
of her immediate future.    Suddenly she received a big smack on her
bare skin -  a hard explosive smack, the first she had ever felt on her
bottom.  It hurt a lot.

"Ow!, she squealed.   "Celia!   That ... eek!"

A second smack made her jump even more.    In panic she put her
hand behind to protect her bottom and got in the way of Celia's
crashing third smack.   

"Get that hand away now."

"Please, Celia ... " Stephanie whined.

"If you want the hairbrush you're going the right way to get it, Girl."

"But it hurts!"

"Oh, no. it doesn't.  Compared to what you've got coming it's not even a
warm-up."

Stephanie wailed aloud but obediently she removed her hand and
resolved to try to control herself.    She was a big girl, for god's sake,
she should be able to take a spanking without behaving like a ten year
old.   Her reward was the biggest smack yet and that was only the
beginning.   In an unhurried tempo Celia peppered her whole bottom
with big juicy smacks that stung furiously and, in spite of all her good
intentions, she wriggled her legs and shouted out with each one.    

It was so humiliating.   It was bad enough that she was twenty years old
and still needed to have her bottom spanked but then to be kicking and
squealing like this ...     And why was she getting so turned on.     It
seemed as though the more she was forced to accept her punishment,
the harder she wanted it to be.   She couldn't help herself in spite of the
terrible discomfort.
 
"Oooow!   Celia.   Ow!    Please.   No!   It huuuurts!"

Her jerking about was sending her beautiful hair flying all over the
place.    Her face was red as a beetroot and she could feel that she
wanted to cry.    If it weren't for the desperate throbbing in her pussy
she would have felt really unhappy.    As it was, much as she couldn't
help begging Celia to stop, the feeling was of getting nearer and nearer
to a big orgasm.    Then just as she could feel herself tipping right over
into total pleasure, of course it stopped, leaving her breathlessly aching
and dreadfully unfulfilled.   Wasn't it always the way?

"Oh ... oh," she said, pulling herself awkwardly from Celia's lap.

"Yes 'oh'," growled Celia.   "Now go and stand in the corner with your
skirt up high and I don't want to hear a squeak out of you for the
coming five minutes."

"Oh, Celia ... " mumbled Stephanie, mortified.   "Please don't make me
stand in the ... "

Without any warning Celia grabbed Stephanie's skirt.   She pulled her
close and gave her five big slaps on each leg just below her sagging
panties.   Stephanie tried to avoid her or break away but she couldn't do
either.   She could only jig up and down helplessly while Celia's wicked
smacks stung her bare legs.   She still wasn't really crying but she
couldn't help sniffling as she stood in front of Celia clutching her
smarting legs.

"Now are you going to go the corner or do you need more smacks?"

Stephanie turned, and holding her panties and skirt away from her sore
legs, she went to press her nose into the paintwork in the corner of the
room.  

"Good girl."

Celia took a long gulp of her vodka and a deep breath then she started.  
She told Stephanie exactly what she thought.    How cruel and
inconsiderate and vain she'd been.   How the way she was treated by
the men she threw herself at was exactly what she deserved.    If she
insisted on behaving like a tramp, Celia told her, she could expect men
to treat her like one.   Of course it was true that Steve was a pig but
everyone had told her that right from the start.   If Stephanie persisted
in creaming her panties for Buick convertibles and hairy chests, she
said,  then she would be back here in tears getting her bottom spanked
every three months.

"Is that what you want?"

"No," said Stephanie in a tiny voice and at that moment she really felt it
was true.

"You need to get some self-respect, Girl.   D'you hear me?"

"Yes."

"And I'm going to give it to you if I have to take the skin off your ass."

Stephanie was sobbing a little louder now, still not really crying but
definitely feeling very sorry.   The throbbing in her pussy had stopped
which had left her feeling very let down and what Celia was saying was
the truth which made it even worse.   She really wanted to touch her
little cunny to get it going again.

"Right now, Stephanie, I want you to go to my car and fetch the paddle.  
Here are the keys."

Stephanie's shoulders drooped on hearing this - she'd been hoping that
maybe the lecture would be enough.    She knew she mustn't protest
though so she dropped her skirt and bent down a little to pull her
panties up.

"I didn't tell you to do that - leave them."

"But ... but someone might see me."


"You leave them right where they are and I'll be watching out the
window to make sure you do.   In fact - come here."

Stephanie went to Celia.   Her panties were damp with sweat, and god
knows what else, and rubbed on her sore legs.    Celia lifted up her skirt
and, to Stephanie's horror, pulled them down a few inches further.   

"There.  Now if you walk real carefully and the wind don't blow, you'll be
just fine."

"But they might fall down further," said Stephanie in a panic.

"So hold them."

Stephanie gulped.  It was one thing being humiliated with only Celia
looking on but to go out on to the steet holding her panties up ...    All
she could do was pray no-one would be out there.   She left the
apartment quietly and walked with difficulty down the stairs.   They
were sagging like she knew they would be and if she didn't hold them
up they would fall round her feet after a few steps.    She bent down
slightly and held on to them through her short skirt.   Walking was so
awkward like that and her bottom and legs were smarting like hell.   She
could feel tears welling up into her eyes.   On, no, she mustn't cry now -
what if she met someone.   They'd ask why she was crying and she
would have to admit she was in the middle of a spanking.

It was windy and she had to walk across the street to get to Celia's car.  
Luckily the bad weather meant that there was less likely to be anyone
around.   She found the paddle and managed to get it out without
bending over too far.   It was a flat wooden paddle and suddenly she
realised she had nowhere to hide it.   She closed the car and had to try
to conceal it in the folds of her skimpy skirt while at the same time
holding her panties up.  Walking was almost impossible like that but
she glanced up and saw that Celia was watching so she had no choice.    
She shuffled along feeling like a geek but luckily there was no-one
there to see her.   She got back in the front door of the apartment,
relaxing a little.   She took a few deep breaths and started up the stairs.

"Hi, Stephanie."

It was Cynthia, the girl who lived downstairs.   She was standing in the
lobby and at that moment her boyfriend, Jason, came in and joined her.  
They had come in from outside - they must have been sitting in their
car watching her.

"You okay?"  said Cynthia.

"Sure."  Stephanie laughed, awkwardly.   "Er ... well, got to go.   Celia's
waiting."

She suddenly realised she was gesturing with the paddle.   Not only
that but, seeing Jason's eyes, she also realised that, from down there,
her panties must be distinctly visible under her skirt.

Cynthia gave her a peculiar little smile.

"Have a fun night, Stephanie."

They disappeared into her apartment with big grins on their faces.

"Wow ... " was the last thing that Stephanie heard.

By the time Stephanie arrived back in her apartment she was shaking
and tears of humiliation were running down her face.

"Cynthia saw me," she blubbered to Celia who was sitting comfortably
back in the armchair.   "They could see my panties and the paddle and
everything."

Celia held out her arms and hugged Stephanie tight to her breast.   

"Listen to me.  What did Cynthia say two months ago when you told her
you were going out with Steve?"

"She said ... it wasn't a good idea."

"What did she really say?"

Stephanie looked ashamed.   

"She said he was a 'fuckwit'.

"Right.   Stephanie, everytime you take up with someone like Steve
you're exactly like you were tonight.   You might as well be walking
round with your panties down 'cos everyone knows that's all the
relationship adds up to."

Being so close to Celia and hearing her say such humiliating things
was beginning to rekindle Stephanie's susceptible little pussy.   Unseen
by Celia she managed to get her cunning little hand lodged between
her legs.    

"Yes, but ..."   

"But nothing.   I suggest that tomorrow you go and tell Cynthia exactly
why you were walking around like this and, frankly, if Cynthia wants to
spank you too I think you owe her that - she's also been pretty
understanding."

"Her boyfriend was there," mumbled Stephanie miserably.

"Hmm ... well, that should fire up their night a little.   Maybe you're doing
some good for folks all of a sudden."

The buzzing in Stephanie's cunny was becoming a little overwhelming
as her wicked little fingers pressed insistently on her clit.

"Are you still going to paddle me?" she asked, feeling a new flood of
wetness at the thought.

"Oh, I sure am.   Give me the paddle and stand up now.   Come on."

She unhooked Stephanie skirt and took it off her.   Then she took a
long look as the trembling girl was left standing in her sweater, red-
faced, with her panties round her knees.

"Okay, honey," Celia moved her towards the centre of the room.   "Hold
your ankles."

Stephanie's panties fell around her feet as she hurried to do what she
was told.

"Is your bottom still smarting?"

"Yes."

"Lots?"

"Yes."

"Good.   Stephanie, this is going to hurt but you deserve it.  You're a
brat at times - you know that, don't you?"

"I guess so."

"Yes, you are.   I'm going to give you ten swats."

"Ooh!"

"After that we're friends again.   Okay?"

" ... Yes."

She drew back her arm.

"Here goes."

Splat!  went the paddle on Stephanie's bare pink flesh.    

"Ow !!"

The first stroke wasn't huge as Celia got her bearings but it's effect was
endlessly satisfying.   Stephanie jumped in the air, her sagging panties
nearly tripping her over.

A second made her jump again and with the third she bent her legs,
rocking up and down.

"Ooooh-ooow," she wailed.

Bravely she straightened up for the fourth which was an explosive swat
across her thighs.  It took her by surprise and the fifth was exactly the
same.   Strangely enough they didn't make her jump as much as the
ones before had but they seemed to take all her courage away.   For
the first time she began really crying in long wailing sobs of deep
misery.   Because she was bending over as she had been told her
teardrops ran down her nose and fell on the carpet.   Her feelings were
so confused.   Her bottom hurt so much and she was genuinely sorry
for the way she had treated Celia and ashamed at the way she had
behaved but at the same time she was unbelievably turned on by the
way Celia was treating her.

Whack !!    The sixth brought big floods of tears.   Stephanie gave in to
the pain and confusion.  Her tears came easily now and seemed to
drown everything but the incessant throbbing in her clit and the sting of
her spanking.  The seventh impacted partly on her pussy and the
feeling was so spectaculary and painfully pleasureable she actually
found herself bending over further wanting Celia to spank her there
again.    Celia obliged, making the shaking girl howl with pain.

Her soft flesh was now so indescribably well-spanked that if Stephanie
had not been pushing her bottom up for more punishment Celia might
have been tempted to ease off.    As it was she decided perhaps she
should give this girl two last strokes she would really remember.   She
delivered them one after the other in quick succession - big flat hard
swats that nearly sent her sprawling.   Stephanie howled with pain and
dismay and when it was over she actually did a little dance around the
floor holding her raging bottom.

Celia put down the paddle and calmly watched her girlfriend's
embarrassing display.   Her bottom was blistered and scratched and so
red it was pitiful to look at.   Celia waited until she calmed down a little.

"Well, d'you think you've learned your lesson now, Stephanie?"

"Yes, yes ... " she was still crying so much she could hardly speak.  
"I'm ... I'm sorry."

"Come here ... "   Celia enfolded her weeping friend and kissed her wet
face.   Stephanie clung to her so tighly that after a few moments Celia
knew that there was more to this than just seeking comfort.   She drew
Stephanie towards the armchair and sat down, letting the weeping girl
sit astride her bare leg.   They kissed, their bodies pressed close
together and within moments Stephanie began to rub herself gently on
Celia's thigh.   

Beyond the excitement Celia could see that it hurt Stephanie a little.  
She could also see how nervous the girl was about what she was doing
and how Celia would react.

"It's okay," breathed Celia.    "Go on now.   Do it."

She stroked the girl's hair and face and then let her fingers stray down
the long neck to her small firm breasts.   Stephanie began to give little
cries of pleasure.    She was already so aroused and Celia's
encouragement was all she had needed.

"Come on, Baby," murmured Celia.   "Give yourself pleasure.    No
more spanking now.   Let it all go."

Stephanie did.  Half-standing, bent forward with her hands on Celia's
shoulders she was thrusting her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on
Celia's wet thigh for all she was worth.   Suddenly the pain seemed to
disappear completely and with it went all restraint.    Her whole body
was on fire with pleasure and she cried out and climaxed wildy
shuddering and gasping for breath.

Celia watched her and tears came into her eyes.    She was happy to
see her friend let go and she was glad she had spanked her and not
just let her get away with it again.    Stephanie collapsed and lay in her
arms, suddenly so quiet with only a tiny murmuring moan to show what
she had just experienced.   Celia held her tight and kissed her.

After a few minutes Stephanie looked into her eyes.

"Celia," she said.

Celia smiled at her.

"Can you make love to me?    I think I need that."

"It's my greatest pleasure."

"But Tony ... I don't want to spoil ... "

"Stef, I wouldn't cheat on Tony with some guy or even another girl.  
But between you and me ... this is our friendship.   Okay?"

"Yeah."

Celia kissed her and lifted off her sweater.   She kissed Stephanie's
breasts, drinking in the fragrance of her.    Stephanie went to unzip
Celia's dress but then she stopped.
  
"Celia.    D'you think ... maybe if I ever do this again ... d'you think you
should double my paddling ... and use the hairbrush."

"I will."

Stef unzipped Celia and drew her dress down to her waist.    Celia's big
dark breasts looked so seductive - Stephanie could already feel herself
getting moist all over again.    Celia drew her close and their breasts
touched.   They pressed their bodies close together.   Stephanie
marvelled at the way the black of Celia's skin always made her look so
pale.   They giggled and kissed, then Celia kissed Stephanie's breasts
again.

"Celia."

"Yes."

"This is beautiful.   I don't understand how I could ever have screwed
up so badly."

"That's okay.   It's over now."

Stephanie closed her eyes for moment, luxuriating in the feel of Celia's
lips on her hard little nipples.

"Celia," she breathed.   "Do you think it would be good if you maybe
spanked me once a fortnight or something, just so I, like remember."

"I think that would be entirely appropriate."

They laughed and made love for the rest of the evening.