Bubbling up

I met Jane during my last year in grad school. We hit it off, and when I graduated, we moved in together.

As a graduate student, I had interned with one of the many research firms in the area and became a full time employee. Jane stayed in grad school while I worked. It was wonderful. Jane was everything I wanted: smart, funny, practical, and beautiful. Long black hair, a petite and fit body. I was serious about her.

She had left her friends whom she had roomed with since they were sophomores. Both were now graduate students, although both were working to pay the bills and only going to school part-time. Her friends were also very beautiful. Amy was the tallest, a curvy, busty brunette with a big smile, still a head shorter than me. Mandy was a slim blonde who was reserved but looked like a model. Mandy always reminded me of an elf, cemented in my mind by her Halloween outfit.

Usually when we all got together, Amy would greet me with a pout and punch me in the arm 'for stealing away Janie'. I think we all understood that Jane and I would be together for a long time, and her friends seemed to like me.

Spring semester started, and then COVID hit. Suddenly, we were locked down for weeks on end; me and Jane in our bubble. For me, I could work from home, and Jane could study and complete her classes from home. Jane facetimed with her friends and commiserated with their boredom. The days blurred into weeks, which blurred into months, with no end in sight. Isolation was the order of the day, and we lived by it.

One day while I was working, Jane burst in, excited.

"The government says you can 'bubble up' with another bubble!" she exclaimed, Amy apparently face timing with her.

We quickly made arrangements, and the next night, Friday, Amy and Mandy came over. The celebration was over the top, with plenty of squeals and hugs as they came in. Amy jumped into my arms for a big hug and then punched my arm 'for stealing Janie'.

We made dinner and got blasted. I, of course, had a much higher alcohol tolerance and was also taking it easy. The three girls huddled on the sofa with Jane in the middle, talking nonstop and catching up. I mostly kept their drinks topped up, happy to see Jane so happy. Finally, she noticed me sitting all alone in the side chair. The girls looked at each other, and then Amy hopped up to sit by me. We talked for hours as we drank. The girls ended back on the couch together, blitzed, and the talk turned to love lives.

Mandy was so jealous of Jane and I, and I gathered that both Amy and Mandy were single and lonely. It was almost as if I wasn't in the room as Mandy described a sex toy she had gotten and how it wasn't good enough. Amy was talking about a sex chat she had with some guy, and how it wasn't good enough, either.

"I need dick," she complained, and then turned to me. "I need dick, yo!" and made an expression like 'what are you going to do about it?'

It was more than a little awkward, and Mandy shoved her to be quiet. I knew girls talked about sex, but never right in front of me, not in such raw terms.

I refilled their drinks again and couldn't help but notice Amy looking me up and down. Drinks were downed, and eventually the girls passed out together on the couch. I put a sheet over them, turned off the TV and carried Jane to bed

Another week passed. Jane had taken to hanging out with her friends at their place during the day while I worked at home. One night in bed after making love, she curled up with me.

"So...Amy was wondering if you would be willing to you know."

I could feel her swallow apprehensively on my chest.

"Jane, you are my one and only. I don't cheat."

"It wouldn't really be cheating, I'd know," she whispered. "She's never gone so long and...I mean, I know how she feels. It's hard being single and not being able to do anything about it."

I thought about it, we discussed it. I relented. A few days later, it was all set. Jane would go over to their place Friday night, Amy would come over here and have sex with me. All Jane asked was that I never talk to her about it. I was deeply conflicted. Relationships generally end for one of two reasons: money or cheating. I had worked really hard to put myself in a position where money wouldn't be a problem. Even though technically this wasn't cheating, it still felt wrong. Or at least weird. Amy was a beauty, but she wasn't my girl. I was no longer a 20-something eager to stuff any warm, wet hole I could find. Jane, however, seemed resolute. She wasn't worried about me leaving her, and she sympathized with Amy, worried that Amy would try something risky if she didn't get her fix. Besides, she rationalized, all guys want a little extra. And so it was all set.

I stewed about it for a couple of days. Amy had really put me in an awkward position. And Jane, too. I understood that dating had changed in the new, COVID world. It would be risky to meet up with someone new, but that wasn't my problem. It just felt like cheating to me. Slowly, however, a plan formed in my head. Jane packed her night bag, kissed me long and deep, and then departed. I knew I would have about twenty minutes and quickly got to work. I watched Amy arrive on the doorbell camera, pleased that her clothes fit my plan. I was ready when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and Amy walked in, a sheepish grin on her face. I leaned back in my chair.

"Miss Jacobs," I said with mild annoyance, hands steepled under my chin. "What can I do for you."

Her eyes darted about the room, flustered at seeing the new arrangement, me seated behind a desk and a lone chair in front of it. I had pushed the sofa off to the side, the TV covered with a sheet.

"I...uh...," she started, clearly off balance. She advanced timidly. "I thought we could...um."

She stopped by the chair and glanced at it.

"You may sit down, Miss Jacobs."

"Thank you," she replied, flashing a brief smile. Clearly, the scowl on my face was working. She placed her bag on the ground and sat down, straightening out her skirt.

"As you were saying?"

"I...ha...I thought you might like to...ah..."

I let the comment hang in the air for a long, silent moment.

"Go on," I finally said. She turned red.

"I thought you might like to have...uh...sex? With me?" she stammered.

I looked at her coldly.

"I like to have sex with my girlfriend. I don't recall ever inquiring about having sex with you." I paused again. "Take off your blouse."

Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, did I stutter?" I snapped.

"No, it's just...I mean...," she swallowed, looking around. I let the room fill with an awkward silence.

"The door is behind you. Either leave or take off your blouse." She stared at me in shock. "Make up your mind. Now."

"Look, Adam, I don't know what's going on here," she trembled.

I stared at her. "Five."

"Uh...maybe I should..." she said, motioning to the door.

"Four."

She swallowed, wide eyed.

"Three."

"Two."

Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse and quickly took it off, clutching it to her chest, her eyes downcast. I let the silence fill the room.

"Go hang it up on the hooks behind you."

Amy nodded and got up, walking over to the hooks. She paused for a moment and glanced back at me before hanging it back up. She returned to take a seat, her arms over her chest, worry on her face, eyes on the floor. From what I could see, it was a lacy red bra. I waited until she glanced up at me.

"Now, Miss Jacobs, I asked why you came over. You came up with a cockamamie lie. This time I expect the truth. Why did you come over here?"

She was scarlet, with a blush that ran down chest. When she finally spoke, her voice was higher than usual.

"I want to have sex with you?"

"So you came over here, dressed in red lingerie, planning to seduce me?"

She nodded.

"Well?" I demanded.

"Yes, sir," she whispered. The 'sir' was as delicious as it was unexpected, and she seemed to wince at it. I added it to my plan.

"Miss Jacobs, are you, in fact, aware that I have a girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Yes what."

"Yes, sir."

"And I understand you and my girlfriend are close friends, is that correct."

"Yes, sir."

"Miss Jacobs, do you not think it is terribly inappropriate to plan to seduce your girlfriend's man?"

"Yes, sir."

"What kind of girl plans to seduce her girlfriend's man?"

"A...uh...bad girl."

I stared hard at her.

"A bad girl, sir," she corrected herself.

"And what happens to bad girls, Miss Jacobs?"

"But Jane said...," she started hopefully. I slammed my hand down on the desk, causing her to jump.

"Do not put her name in your filthy mouth!" I snapped. She looked at me, shocked. "Now I asked you a question."

"I...I...they...ah...get p...p...punished," she trembled.

"Indeed. Now, Miss Jacobs, the door is behind you. You may leave." She gawked at me in disbelief during my split-second pause. "Or you may accept your punishment. And then, perhaps, your reward." Her mouth moved several times as she processed my statement. Finally, she spoke.

"What is my punishment, sir?"

"Make. Your. Decision," I growled, emphasizing each word with a slap on the desk.

She glanced at the door then at me several times.

"I'll...take my punishment." Then, a second later, "I'll take my punishment, sir."

I appraised her coolly for a long moment.

"Now, so we are both clear. What are you being punished for?"

"I...I came over with plans to seduce a taken man. Sir."

"And not just any man, correct?"

"No sir, the man of my best friend."

"And how do you think I should punish such a bad girl?"

She thought for a long minute, unwilling to speak, but finally wore down.

"You should spank me," she whispered. I nodded solemnly. That book on her nightstand wasn't just an accident. I had noticed a spanking book in her room back when Jane still lived with them. I smiled internally; glad I had done my research.

"Come here, Miss Jacobs," I said, rolling back from my desk and pointing to the floor beside me.

She minced over around the desk and stood before me; arms still clutched over her chest. I let her tremble for a moment.

"Remove your panties."

"What?"

"That's another five. The door is that way."

She swallowed and then bent over and reached under her skirt. Moments later a red scrap of fabric was balled into her fist, her arms back over her chest. I held my hand out in a silent demand. Conflicted, she finally forced herself to place it in my hand. I held it up between us, a red lacy thong, and took my time appraising it. I handed it back to her.

"Hang it up next to your blouse." She hesitated several times before she hung it up and returned to stand in front of me. "Turn around, Miss Jacobs."

She turned, and I casually lifted her skirt. Her thighs clamped together. I tucked the hem into her waistband, exposing her bountiful bottom to my appreciative eyes.

"Go stand it the corner, Miss Jacobs, hands on your head." She obediently shuffled over to the corner. "I want you to consider what you have done and come up with a suggestion of how many spanks you should receive. When I call you over, you will explain what you did and ask to be punished. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded weakly and walked to stand into the corner.

I nodded too, smiling quietly to myself as I looked and her white bottom, which clearly had not seen the sun in years, framed by her blue skirt, as she stood in the corner. I realized I hadn't planned to make her wait, so I opened my laptop and pretended to ignore her. Time wasn't an issue, Amy wasn't going anywhere, and the humiliation she must feel from standing in the corner bottomless needed time to set. Finally, I rearranged myself and called her over.

"Over my knee, girl."

Her face reddened even more, and she swallowed apprehensively, but lowered herself over my lap, her butt arching up. I gently rested my hand on her bare bottom, caressing it lightly.

"Have you reached a decision?"

"I...yes, sir," she trembled. "I suggest you spank me thirty times."

I paused in thought for a moment.

"Does that really sound sufficient?"

"Sir, I...have never been spanked, so I don't know...um"

"Probably why you feel so entitled."

I lifted my hand and gave her a hard strike.

"Ow! Oh my God!" she started.

I placed my hand on her bottom again.

"Now you have been spanked. So I will ask again. Does thirty sound sufficient?"

"I...I...I mean...ah...no, sir, I think...um...forty will be more appropriate."

"As you wish. Plus, of course, the additional five for your impertinence."

"Yes, sir," she nodded meekly.

This time she tensed when I removed my hand, so I paused.

"Count each one, Miss Jacobs, and thank me."

"Yes, sir."

I smacked her lightly.

"One sir, thank you sir."

I gave another light strike to the other cheek. She had barely finished with her line before I spanked her again, hard.

"Ow! God! Uh...three sir, thank you sir."

I began spanking her in earnest, a few light spanks randomly interspersed with hard strikes. I appreciated how her ample bottom jiggled with each slap, and how after only ten spanks it was reddening nicely. My spanks became harder, laying into her, her feet kicking in response. I thought I detected a sob at 27, and by 35 she was crying.

"Should we take a break, Miss Jacobs? You have 10 left."

"Yes!" she cried.

I spanked her again, hard. "Yes, what?"

"Yes sir! Yes sir, please may I have a break sir!"

"Very well. Let me know when you are ready."

I held her in place, her red ass glowing over my lap. Her kicks had been enough to reveal that despite her cries she was getting very wet. Even from just a brief glance I could see that. I gently stroked her thigh while I waited for her to calm down. Her cries eventually subsided and she pulled herself together.

"I'm ready, sir," she whispered.

"As you wish."

However, before starting, I reached over and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. She made no effort to hold it in place. The last ten were all at full force, as hard as I could. Even my hand was stinging. Amy was sobbing again, her bottom red. I could also catch glimpses between her thighs as she kicked her legs.

Finished, I pulled her up to straddle my lap, and she slumped on my shoulder and wept. I gently stroked her back, soothing her, telling her she had taken her punishment like a good girl and that I was very proud of her. She gathered herself, and even forehead to forehead I could smell her arousal.

"Now that you have had your punishment, do you think you deserve your reward?" I asked.

She nodded quietly against me. And then, to my surprise, she slid off my lap to her knees.

"Thank you for punishing me, sir," she said softly, cheeks still wet from tears, her mascara running. "May I suck your cock to show my appreciation?"

I nodded, and she smiled before opening my belt. She glanced into my eyes, full of anticipation as she proceed to open my pants. I lifted my hips to allow her to tug them down. A huge smile dawned on her face as my little friend appeared. She gave it a few appreciative strokes and then engulfed it in her mouth.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet suction. She was both extremely eager and talented. She bobbed on my cock, then licked it, then sucked my balls. She looked me in the eyes as she worked; a look of bliss on her face. I restrained myself from holding her head, allowing her to work at her own pace, and she was ravenous. I held out as long as I could, but in the end, she won. I came in her mouth, and she took it all, spilling not a drop. She leaned back and swallowed, a cum drunk look on her face. A smile crept onto her face as she looked up at me.

"Thank you," she grinned.

"For what, Miss Jacobs?" I asked, doing up my slacks.

"For punishing me. And giving me a reward."

"My pleasure," I replied, "But I think we can continue your reward now."

A lustful flush washed over her, and she nodded eagerly. I stood and led her to the guest bedroom. I swept her into my arms and kissed her. She responded eagerly. Her hands fumbled with my shirt buttons, but I stopped her. I pushed her skirt down, and then pushed her back onto the bed. I nudged her thighs apart, revealing her in all her naked glory. I stood over her, watching her.

"Touch yourself."

Amy blushed in protest and moved to close her thighs, but one harsh look from me stilled her. She swallowed apprehensively, then trailed a hand down to her sweet spot. Our eyes locked as she stroked her button, an involuntary quiver running through her.

"Tell me what you think of when you are alone in bed, touching yourself."

Her blush was fiery red. "Uh...I think...of you?"

I tilted my head, gesturing for more. "What about me?"

"That you'll punish me," she said, "and spank me...and...and..."

"And...what?" A swell of pride rose in my chest that I had read her correctly.

"And that...and that I...I'm a bad girl," she whimpered.

"That you couldn't help but be a bad girl?"

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, lost in her own pleasure.

"No...I mean yes...I uh," she whispered, unable to complete the thought.

I moved closer to the bed and slid a finger inside her. She opened her eyes and looked at me and I could see it. This was the culmination of many nights of fantasies.

"You mean," I said, "that you like being a naughty girl. That you don't mind being punished."

"Yes," she purred, "please punish me."

I played with her, fingering her wet pussy, avoiding her clit. She writhed under me, trying to capture my hand, to get me to touch her. I yanked my hand away, and she moaned in frustration. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her pussy in the air, and then smacked her ass. She yelped at the sudden pain.

"Pay attention, Miss Jacobs. You have to earn your reward. You have to earn your orgasm."

"Yes, sir," she nodded, eyes wide with anticipation.

I toyed with her for a while, rubbing her clit, and then suddenly moved my hand away. She whimpered in frustration.

"Continue," I ordered, as I undressed, "But you are not allowed to come without permission."

"Yes sir," she whispered, circling her clit as she watched me.

Naked, I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above her. I pushed both thighs back, revealing her pussy in all its glory. I gently ran my dick through the wet folds of her pussy, teasing her. She moaned softly. Then I pushed forward. My full length slid into her in one smooth motion. Her eyes opened wide as I entered her. I reveled in the sensation of her tight vagina enveloping my cock. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading.

"Please, please, fuck me," she moaned.

I began to slowly slide out of her, then push back in. I kept a slow but steady pace, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Oh, God, I love your cock," she gasped in ecstasy. "I'm going to come."

"Not without permission," I demanded.

"Please sir, please, may I come? May I come on your cock?"

"Not yet."

She continued to beg, desperate, as I slowly fucked her, her pupils dilated wide. Finally I relented. "You may come."

Her eyes widened even more. Not two strokes later, I felt her tense.

"I'm coming," she gasped, her body shivering beneath me. I immediately upped my pace and force, slamming into her while she dissolved in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled at my arms while I fucked her, her voice series of 'fuck' and 'oh God'.

Finally, I could tell her orgasm was subsiding, but I continued to pound her pussy. I looked down at her and she looked up at me, her expression one of pure gratitude. I thrust into her twice more and then pulled out, flipping her over. I mounted her again from behind, her red bottom up in the air. She was screaming into the bed as I rutted.