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I led Jaye and the others into the living room to the same leather couch we'd used before. My audience was a little larger this time so I scooted the facing couch a few feet to one side and pulled over a love seat. Although I did want everyone to have a good view of the performance, I also left a little gap between them where I could see myself in the mirrors. I wanted to watch this time.
As before, Jaye sat in the middle of the leather couch, and I stretched myself out across her lap, again loving the feel of the cool leather against my breasts.
An assortment of actual and honorary Roommates assembled themselves on the couch and love seat opposite, and I was glad to see that my view between them included a reflection of Jaye with my white butt in her lap.
"You may begin the demonstration," I said formally.
SMACK! "Hey, was that a five?"
"Just a four," Jaye said. "Would you like a five?"
"No, just--" SMACK! "Stick to fours, please." SMACK!
"Slow down please," I said. "There's supposed to be more caressing. Jaye did as I asked, using her wonderfully sensitive fingers to glide up and down my back and the backs of my legs, and then when her hands came together at my butt again, SMACK!
And so it went on. I tried to be nonchalant with my comments, but this was making me very aroused. It was a combination of the spank-and-caress feeling itself, plus watching the reaction of my audience, plus being able to see it happening in the mirror. I could watch as Jaye's hands glided across my back and my legs, and then as her hands came together in the middle I would see her lift her right hand and I watched in anticipation as SMACK her hand came down again.
I lost count and was disappointed when I realized it was over, and everyone applauded. I tried to be casual as I crawled to one end of the couch and flipped myself over, resting my head against the arm of the couch with my feet in Jaye's lap, but I was surprised by how aroused I was feeling while trying my best to hide it. Everyone wanted to know two things -- if it hurt and if I enjoyed it.
"It barely stings, and only for a second," I explained. "It was sort of fun, I guess, but not really my thing." Dee brought me a glass of wine and the conversation finally shifted to some other topic. I happily sipped my wine and joined in on the conversation as it meandered through various topics. A few visitors made their exits, and I got up to dispense hugs, but settled back in my place on the couch, leaning back on one end with my feet in Jaye's lap. And then someone had to bring up politics and Jaye got drawn into it, going into intense detail the way she does when making her points. So absorbed was she by the topic that she didn't notice when I lifted my right foot out of her lap and rested it on the back cushion of the couch. Then I gradually brought my big toe closer and closer and then flicked her earlobe with it. Caught off guard, she emitted a most girlish giggle that I adored.
Finding her voice, she started to say, "You are a naughty girl who deserves to be span--" but I didn't let her finish and jammed my toes into her neck, making her squeal like a 15-year-old.
"No, I do NOT deserve to be spanked," I insisted, as she gasped to catch her breath and grabbed my foot with both hands to pull it out of her neck. "Unless I break the clothing rule again," I lectured her, "you may only spank me if I give you permission to do so."
This reference to the possibility of future spankings produced a collective "ooooooh" from our little audience.
"Well then," Jaye said, regaining her composure, "and under what circumstances might you give me said permission?"
"Let go of my foot and I'll tell you," I said sitting up next to her. I actually hadn't thought that far ahead yet, but being so close to her poofy lips, I suddenly had an idea. "If I kiss you and the kiss last for at least five seconds, you would earn one spank point, which you can redeem the following day."
"This sounds promising," Jaye said in her lawyer voice, "but perhaps you should demonstrate such a kiss so I have a frame of reference."
"You need a demonstration to understand what a five-second kiss is?"
"I find it's good to be precise when--" I shut her up with my lips for exactly five seconds.
"Like that," I said.
"Did I just earn a spank point?"
"No, that was a demonstration, but if I were to do it again you would earn a point, plus potentially additional points if there are additional kisses. However, the maximum spanks you can earn in one day is TEN, even if I get carried away and kiss you more than that."
"I'm so glad you anticipate getting carried away."
"I was just speaking theoretically," I said, and stood up. "Do I smell brownies?" Dee had indeed baked brownies while all of this was going on, and the seven or eight of us that remained in the house trooped out to the kitchen where Dee was putting brownies on plates. I volunteered to scoop vanilla ice cream and mostly ignored Jaye for what remained of the evening.
After we all ate our dessert and were rinsing the plates to put them in the dishwasher, Jaye put on her fedora and started making her goodbye's. I just gave her a wave and said, "see ya."
After a moment of hesitation, during which she adjusted the brim of her hat, Jaye gave a final wave and left the room on her way to the front door. I let a few seconds go by while everyone watched to see what I would do, and then I dashed out of the kitchen and came up behind Jaye just as she was going out the front door. I followed her out onto the porch, flipping off the light as I did so.
She had already taken one step down when she realized I was there and we stood in the dark on the steps leading down from the porch and I kissed her, me on a step above her so I was taller. Then I gave her another kiss and then another, each of them lasting at least five seconds and I counted them out in between.
"Five," I whispered. "Now you can spank me five times tomorrow. I kissed her again. "Six."
"So, I ... get to ... redeem these ... anytime I want?" she asked while receiving kisses seven through ten."
"Yes, but you ... max out at 10 points per day no matter how many ... times I ... kiss you. I lost count -- where were we?"
"Two."
"I could have ... sworn it was ... more than that ... but just to be sure ... I think this one is ... at least eight."
"Or seven."
"Now it's definitely eight ... nine ... and ten."
"My count was nine."
I gave her one more and then stepped back up the top step onto the porch, facing her now in the moonlight a foot or two apart.
"Now you go away so I don't get tired of you," I said, adjusting the tilt of her fedora and turning back into the house.
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