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It was another beautiful summer day, and I was wearing a little sun dress and nothing else as I skipped up the sidewalk to the peeling yellow Victorian house that had become my home. Pushing open the big oak door, I pulled my dress over my head and kicked off my sandals so I was completely nude as I passed through the entranceway. The Post-it note looked like it was coming loose, so I pressed it firmly against the wall and made my way through the living room and into the busy kitchen.
"Molly!" several voices called out as I turned the corner and made my entrance to the kitchen. I grinned and waved and quickly scanned the faces, looking for anyone who had not previously seen me nude.
Tonight, my eyes paused at J.B., one of the many Former Roommates that I knew fairly well, but the girl she was holding hands with, I had never met before.
Jaye was there too and handed me a glass of white wine, which she then clinked with her highball glass of expensive scotch.
"Molly, this is my girlfriend, Abby," J.B. said. "She has been absolutely dying to meet you."
"Janice!" Abby admonished. "You make me sound like a stalker."
"Well, you have. And when we heard about your spankings yesterday, well, Abby insisted we come by to visit post haste."
"Janice!"
"Rumor has it," J.B. went on, ignoring her girlfriend, "that there's to be another spanking tonight. True, I hope?"
"I actually don't know," I replied innocently, and then in my Katherine Hepburn voice, I asked Jaye, "Darling, will you be spanking me tonight?"
"Yes, I most definitely intend to spank you tonight," Jaye replied, doing a pretty good Cary Grant. "Say, is that a new freckle?"
"Where?" I asked innocently, looking down at my midsection where she was pointing. Then, I glanced up at Abby and said, "So there you have it -- there's to be another spanking! I do hope you'll stay for it."
"Right there," Jaye said, touching the bump of my left pelvic bone with the tip of her index finger.
"I don't know about that one," I replied, pretending to take it very seriously, "but I rather think I have a new one here." I put one hand behind my head and pointed with the other to a random spot between my armpit and my breast. I didn't know if I had a freckle there, but I figured the odds were 50-50. "You may have to look close because it's tiny," I added in my Marilyn Monroe voice. Jaye started to lean in, but at the last second, I turned my body towards Abby, my arm still above my head and my finger having migrated a little closer to my nipple. "Abby, do I have a freckle right here?"
"Dinner!" Dee bellowed above the chatter, and we all took our seats around the long table. I took Jaye by the sleeve and led her to the other side of the table so we could sit across from J.B. and Abby.
Bea was pouring wine and distributing beers as Dee cried, "fuck, the meat's not done! Beatrice, we need a fuckin new oven. Y'all just have some bread and drink yourselves some more. I need another 15 minutes."
We all did as we were told and got settled in our chairs. "So when will it be?" J.B. asked me. "The spanking."
"That's up to Jaye," I said. "Darling, when would you like to spank me?"
"How about right now, since we have to wait on the meat anyway?"
"Oh honey, everyone's all settled. We shouldn't drag them into the living room just to see me get spanked."
"I don't mind," Abby squeaked.
"I have a better idea," Jaye said, getting up and moving her chair to the middle of the kitchen. She sat down facing the table and patted her lap.
Everyone looked at me, so I drained my wine glass and walked over to her, dubiously examining the logistics of the situation. "I don't see how this is going to work," I said. "Let's wait until after dinner and do it someplace more comfy."
"Time and location are at my discretion," Jaye reminded me, patting her lap again. Reluctantly, I bent over her from the side and put out my hands to catch my fall. My toes were on the floor on one side of the chair, and my fingertips on the other side. "This isn't very comfortable," I pointed out. My hair was covering my face, and I took one hand off the floor to tuck it behind my ear so I could see everyone. I made eye contact with Abby and winked at her.
SMACK! Jaye gave me the first swat and then caressed my butt for a moment, and then SMACK came the next one. This was officially my third public spanking, but I felt vastly more embarrassed this time. Only a few of the Roommates had witnessed the first one, and I'd been conveniently drunk for the second one. I was definitely not drunk enough this time.
Under the right circumstances, of course, I adore feeling embarrassed — when my face goes hot and I know everyone can see that I am blushing -- but there's a fine line between when that is tantalizingly sexy and when it is the awkward, less-fun kind of embarrassment. I admit that I am fickle on where exactly that fine line is. In this particular case, I was irked at Jaye for overplaying her part in our little improv routine.
My instinctive defense, when I'm embarrassed in an awkward way, is to chatter away nonchalantly to make it seem like I'm in charge of my situation. "So I was starting to tell you, Abby," I said (even though I hadn't been), "this all began yesterday--"
SMACK!
". . . because I came in the house with clothes on, which I'm not supposed to do right now, and--"
SMACK!
". . . so Jaye spanked me for breaking her rule, but hardly anyone was here to see it, so--"
SMACK!
". . . everyone wanted us to do it again, but I told them it would be a mockery of justice to punish me a second time for the same offense--"
SMACK!
"--just for the amusement of the rabble, so I told her she could earn points to spank me if I gave her kisses and -- "
SMACK!
"Hey, wasn't that ten?"
"Sadly, yes," Jaye admitted and helped me stand up.
Annoyed, but not showing it, I washed my hands at the sink as Dee was checking the meat again.
"Is my butt red?" I asked everyone, twisting my body, trying to look at it myself. I backed my way closer to Abby and stuck my butt out, asking, "Abby, is my butt red?"
"Not as red as Abby's face!" Shelly guffawed. Abby put her face in her hands and giggled as I made my way back to my seat.
Dee served the meat, and a few minutes later, we were all eating and talking.
"What did you mean about kissing?" Abby asked me. "You said right at the end of your . . . spanking that you told Jaye she could . . . spank you again if you kissed her?"
"Yes, but each kiss has to be at least five seconds -- like this." I put down my silverware and grabbed Jaye's head by the ears and planted a big one on her as she quickly swallowed her bite of food. "Now she has one spank point to use tomorrow. Oh, let's make it two." Jaye grinned this time as I kissed her again, twice. "You can eat now," I told her, calling an end to it after three points.
"But wait," Abby said. "You mean that's the only power she has -- whether you kiss her or not?"
"Only?" I asked her incredulously. "Have you seen these lips?" I grabbed Jaye's face again and squeezed her mouth to make it pucker. "And these eyes!" Before she could react, I pulled off Jaye's glasses and put them on myself."
"Molly, be a good girl and give me my glasses, please, so I can see what I'm eating."
"You always tell me I'm not a good girl, so why do you expect me to behave like one?" I looked around the room. They were not even prescription lenses. "Darling, could you pour me some more wine?" I scooted my empty wine glass towards her and made her reach for the wine bottle.
"You sure give a lot of orders for a submissive," J.B. said teasingly.
I opened my mouth to say I was not a submissive at all when Shelly beat me to it, declaring through a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "Molly is a bossy submissive," and everyone laughed.
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