Sally's Suprise

Sally asked, "Then what happened?"

"Oh, he'd fuck my bottom, once it was nice and pink. Sometimes he'd take my panties down first, and grease me ready for after the spanking, and sometimes, he'd do it after he had me hot. Either way I loved it, so sexy, so lovely. You see, Sally, it's the person being spanked that's in charge, not the spanker. On the same theme, with anal it's the taker that's the boss as well."

"And you spanked him"?

"Oh yes, I spanked him alright. I had him wear panties, just like mine, while I reddened his bum. I found it so sexy, seeing those panties, with his erection bulging. The only thing was, it used to hurt my hand a bit, but what the hell, everything has a down side." Jo giggled, "Close your mouth please, Sally."

"You had him wear panties! Really! Why"?

"Well, they're sexy for a start, and it's sort of, part of the game. I wore special ones, for him, so it was only fair. Anyway, I thought his arse would look good in them, and so would his cock sticking out, and I was right. He thought they were sexy too, so it was a win win."

Nodding, Sally asked, "Do you still have them, the ones you wore, I mean?"

Jo laughed. "Oh yes, I still have them, in fact I still wear them now and again." Seeing Sally's look, she hastily added. "Not for spanking, just for wearing. Do you want to see them?" Sally nodded yes, again. "Hang on they're upstairs, I'll get them."

A moment later, she returned with a very flimsy pair of silk pants. "Here you are, these are the ones we used, these are mine. Stand up, and try them yourself". Sally pulled them on, and twisted to see under the robe.

"Damn, I can't see. I'll go up to the mirror in the bedroom". She briskly left the living room and took the stairs two at a time. Dropping her robe on the bed, she stood in front of the mirror. Bending over to look between her legs, she stared at her thinly covered bottom. Good grief, she thought, I can see everything. She could see her anus and pussy quite clearly through the material.

Jo arrived in time to enjoy the view. "Well, do you think they're sexy?"

Sally straightened up. "Ooh yes, hellish sexy, they feel so soft and clingy. Where did you get these from?"

Oh, just one of my Internet buys you know, you've met some of the others already, at least your bottom and pussy have." Jo giggled. "Those are from the States, they rather cling don't they?

Sally was suddenly aware the panties had taken up residence in her bottom cleft. She looked behind her, at the mirror again, and sure enough, the material was like a second skin. "You'll have to show me the site, you got these from, I rather fancy some for..." She drifted off.

"Hey, where have you gone?" Jo demanded.

Sally shook herself, "Oh, just thinking there, just thinking".

Hmm, so I see, these panties are rather tell tale," said Jo a little waspishly, looking at the dark patch appearing in Sally's crutch. "Come on, let's finish our drinks."

Sally sighed to herself, she had been so tempted to ask, to invite, damnit, she was tempted, but the moment had gone. Well, she would create a moment, maybe not today, but soon. She wanted to know what it felt like. She wanted to offer her bottom, for a slapping hand. She remembered that bit of Jo's book, she'd read, vividly. Not to mention, she rather fancied doing a bit of spanking herself.

After drinks, Sally got dressed in her clothes from the night before. Sally turned to Jo at the front door and smiled. "What can I say. You've opened my eyes, and no mistake. Give me a day, and I'll phone you, okay." Jo agreed and they kissed goodbye.

Sally opened her front door, and there was the answering machine flashing an angry red light. She gasped. "Oh Shit! Greg. He'd phoned the night before, and she hadn't told him, she would be out. Now she was for it. She switched on the computer, and boiled the kettle. By the time she made her coffee, the computer was ready. She connected, and mail poured in. Mainly along the lines of: where the hell have you been?

She scanned through the messages, and set herself to compose, an apology to Greg.

Thank goodness, he now had "E" mail on the platform, as getting the use of a phone could at times, be tricky at best, and impossible at worst. That done: she ran a hot bath, and sank into it for some deep thinking.

The next morning, having consulted the local directory, she set out to go shopping. In the third lingerie shop, she found just what she had imagined in her bath. A lovely skimpy bra and pants set, in the sheerest black material. To go with them, she bought matching hold up stockings. Satisfied with her acquisitions she set off for a large bookshop. In the section helpfully labeled "Erotica", she found a wide selection of paperbacks, with skimpily clad nubile women on the covers. Feeling more, than a little conspicuous, she browsed the display, then made her selection.

After she got home, having had a session at her gym, she settled herself down to read the first of her new books. She became very aroused as the heroine found herself being mistreated, in various ways and situations. Usually followed by unbridled sex, with handsome men, and women. Well, thought Sally, at least I qualify on that count. Reading the next scene, her hand snuggled under her sweat suit bottoms, and into her panties to fondle herself. Before she really realized what she was doing, she was close to orgasm. She looked out the window, and decided being upstairs was more discreet. Relocated on the bed, she pushed down her clothes and rubbed herself sensually, while studying a passage, where the heroine was being buggered after being spanked. Her hand moved faster, her fingers on her clit pressing harder, as she shuddered with the strength of her come. The tension, which she now realized, was a carry over from the day before, gone, she felt beautifully relaxed.

That evening she phoned Jo, but there was no answer. Looking out the window, she found Jo's work van gone. She sat at the computer, to compose a message.

Dear Jo,

Please come to dinner tomorrow evening, at seven thirty. I want to play "naughty girl". If you're willing, please dress "severely" and bring your toys with you. Otherwise, dress normally, and we'll have a good (I hope:) meal. I'll provide the wine.

Love,

Sally.

She agonized for a while over the wording, tweaking here and there, then paused, with her finger hovering over the send command. With a shrug, she pressed.

The next day, there was a reply awaiting her. "See you this evening, love Jo." Damn and double damn, she thought, not a clue there. Oh, well, time to go shopping.

She left the supermarket, laden with ingredients for her best dishes. She considered herself a reasonable cook, but this was a professional she was entertaining. It was time for an all out effort!

By twenty past seven, she felt things were under control. She shot into the shower, and out again. Having organized her outfit earlier, she dressed rapidly. Yes, the black of the bra showed through her demure blouse nicely. The panties were very snug and in the mirror, the whiteness of her bottom shone through the fine material. Looking young, girlish, and innocent, she carefully applied makeup to enhance the effect. Pleased at the look she had created, she skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. All under control there, so she poured two glasses of the wine, she had carefully selected, and decanted. Twirling the glass by the long stem, she admired the deep red colour and sniffing, inhaled the bouquet.

The sound of the doorbell heralded Jo's arrival. They kissed briefly and Jo held her at arms length admiringly. "Well, don't you look pretty." Jo, with her stylish coat on, was giving nothing away.

Sally said, "Let me take your coat please". Wondering frantically: what is she wearing, give me a hint, please give me a hint.

Smiling, Jo slowly undid the dark blue buttons.

"Curious are you," she teased. "Well, let's see". Still with the coat on, she wondered into the lounge. Finding the wine, she picked up a glass and raised it in toast to Sally. With a dreadful imitation she said, "Here's looking at you kid." Bursting into laughter, she set down the glass, shrugging off her coat to reveal a stiff white high-necked blouse, and a mid- calf black skirt. The cameo broach at her neck set it all off. "Severe enough, for you, young lady hmm?" Sally suddenly felt trapped. She had asked but. Jo saw the flash of uncertainty. She picked up her coat and as Sally stepped forward to take it, she enveloped her in a hug. "You'll be fine," she said. "I promise you'll enjoy yourself, and I hope me!" Sally gave her a squeeze back. Then her jaw dropped as Jo put her coat back on.

Jo grinned at her. "Don't panic I left something outside." Going to the front door, she went out, reappearing a moment later with a small overnight bag. "I know the invite was for dinner, but well you know, be prepared!" They both laughed, and after she had put Jo's coat away, they clinked glasses and sat down.

"We've got about ten minutes before it's ready", Sally said, "I hope you're hungry"?

"Oh yes I'm starving", smiled Jo, "I was working last night and finished pretty late. I got your message when I came in, and haven't eaten today in anticipation". Sally thought, oh me, I hope it's going to be as good as I want it to be. Jo reading her mind, leant forward, and patted her arm, "Relax, it'll be fine, you're a very good cook you know. I've enjoyed every meal I've had here, and I'm sure tonight will be very special."

Sally flushed at the generous compliment, then catching the innuendo, coloured deeply. She excused herself to serve. Jo called after her, "What's the wine? It's gorgeous." Sally returned with the bottle. She held it out to Jo.

"It's a rather elderly Rioja that I lucked on. It's very good isn't it?" Pouring another glass for them both, she smiled happily.

The meal was a great success. Sally, both relieved and excited found her appetite sharp. Jo offered to load the dishwasher and while she was occupied in the kitchen Sally set her stage in the living room. She turned off the electric lights, ensured the curtains were tight shut and lit several beeswax candles to create a mellow gentle glow. Her stage set, she was ready.

During the meal, there had been no mention of the major topic, they were both thinking about. Jo made a start. "What do you want, or what do you think you want?"

Sally jumped; lost in her thoughts she had been far away. "I've been thinking about what you were saying the other night. I'm interested to put it mildly; in what did you call it, 'bottom things.' What you were doing to mine, felt rather nice, once I trusted you. I can see possibilities there, and I'd like to have Greg, well you know. I bought some spanking stories yesterday, and I can't help but wonder whether it's as sexy, as they and you make out. I'm curious, I never was spanked. To be honest I'm hellish curious."

"Hmm yes, I can help you find out if you're sure. I think it's as sexy as all get out, but that's me. Now, perhaps you might want to get a few things. Fancy going shopping?" Jo asked.

"Shopping, at this time of night?" Sally queried.

"On the Internet dear, I know a few sites you might find interesting."

"Oh right, of course, I'll go and switch on the computer." Minutes later, Jo was navigating them briskly through a search.

"This may take a little time as I've got these on my favorites." She blushed slightly at the admission. "Ah, here we are. Now, may I make a suggestion?"

"Yes, go on, just go to where you think what I need is." Sally was peering at the screen. "Good grief what was that," as Jo scrolled down a page.

"Extreme stuff, alright for some but not for me, or I think you. Ah, here we are. "Now I think a set of these, see you met that one with me, and I think this."

Sally looked at the harness Jo was pointing at, and taking the mouse clicked, "add to cart." Between them they added a few more items and paid.

"Now do you want to see that lingerie site?" Jo turned to look at her.

"Yes for sure, I've never seen panties as sheer as that before. I want some for me, and well..." She faltered slightly.

"Hmm, yes I can imagine who's going to wear the 'well' okay, here we are."

Decisions were swiftly made; colour, size and postal rates, then the final click and the computer switched off.

The longer they sat, the more the tension grew. Sally glanced at Jo, only to see Jo studying her. She blushed. Jo laughed. Then getting serious, she reached out an arm, and with one finger, as she had done, she raised Sally's chin. "Sally, come and stand in front of me, stand like a naughty little girl." There was that command tone, in Jo's voice, again. She stood up, and placed herself in front of the seated Jo "I want you to take off your blouse please." Sally looked at Jo's serious face, looking at her, and slowly unbuttoned her cuffs. "Come away, faster. Take it off."

Sally's fingers, fumbled with the obdurate buttons. Then finally she shrugged it off her shoulders. She stood in her skimpy black bra, well aware, her nipples were betraying her. She felt them straining against the silky material of her bra cups.

Jo held out a commanding hand for her blouse: silently she gave it to her. She saw Jo's hand reaching out, then felt her warmth on her inner thigh. There was a pause, then Jo's hand rose up her leg, until she met the bare flesh, at her stocking top. The hand found her skimpy gusset, where it sampled, the dampness of her excitement.

"Good," she said, removing her hand. "Now, do you still want me to spank you? I know that's what you had in mind earlier, but are you still sure?"

Sally, huskily said, "Yes". She cleared her throat, and more firmly repeated "Yes".

Jo patted her lap invitingly. "Lay down here, please. I do like the bra, very nice, I'm looking forward to seeing the rest."

Sally carefully bent over, allowing her weight to rest on Jo's lap. She felt a little silly, very vulnerable, and excited all at the same time.

Sally felt Jo's hand find her breast, and stroke her. The fingers circled until they centered on her nipple, which felt incredibly sensitive, and the bra cup strangely tight. Sally felt the warm hand cupping the weight of her breast, give a comforting squeeze, then release her.

Sally felt the first slap land on the center, of her firm bottom. Well, she thought, that wasn't so bad. The next landed, then the next. Jo found a rhythm, and Sally felt the spanks landing, all round her arse. They were hard, but by no means unbearable, yet. Oh, why did I get involved in this, Ouch, as a harder one landed, she thought?

"Feeling hot yet?" Jo enquired. Sally shook her head, no.

Right miss, stand up, and take off that skirt." Sally stood up, to undo her zip. She wriggled the skirt down, and stepped out of it. She stood helplessly, wondering what to do. Jo motioned at the arm of a chair. "Bend over that, miss, bottom well out, please." Sally took the position, with her legs together, bending from the waist. "Oh no miss, not like that. Legs apart, bend at the knees. I want to see your panties stretched tight. As Sally adjusted her stance, "Yes like that, better, a little more, good". A hand stroked her bottom, then teased, between her spread legs. "Very nice miss, I can see everything. Very pretty panties too. Quite excited aren't you?"

A spank landed on her right cheek. Shit, that stung, now that her skirt was off. Another on her left side, then her right again. The spanks were working down her bottom, alternate sides, until there was a double slap on the crease of her arse. Sally winced, her bottom feeling hot and tender, now.

Right, we'll have these out of the way." Sally felt her panties being taken down. "Still okay, not too much?"

Sally just nodded.

"Now," said Jo", I want you to try this, I think you can cope, but we'll find out in a minute." Sally could hear the sound of a rubber glove being donned. Then she felt a liquid coolness on her rear hole. A slim finger pressed, then slipped slowly in and out of her bottom, gaining depth with each inwards push. She felt her bottom hole relaxing and a second finger eased in, stretching pleasantly. The fingers felt warm inside her. All too soon, they were withdrawn to be replaced by a blunt cold object. Something was opening her anus. "Push out a little for me: yes like that." Something large was entering her, then it narrowed and her anus contracted on it. She could feel something still outside her resting against her anus, and then her panties were eased back up over her cheeks. She heard the glove being removed and tensed in readiness.

Sally felt Jo's hand rubbing her bottom through the material. She relaxed slightly. The object in her bottom felt good, mildly stretching her anus, and giving her a lovely sensation of fullness. The hand caressing her stopped.

"Ready?" asked Jo. Sally nodded.

The hand landed on the right cheek and then the left. The thing in her bottom entered her a little with the impact and retreated again. It felt curiously good. The spanks were getting harder, and without the protection of her skirt, Sally found the sensation a good deal sharper. Her arse cheeks were jumping with the impacts, and the thing in her bottom was concentrating her mind on her anus.

To her relief, just as she thought she was at the end of her tolerance, Jo stopped.

"What a lovely colour you are, a really pretty pink. Shall I make you red, or is this enough."

"I'll try for red," Sally mumbled, not at all sure.

. Sally felt Jo undoing her bra catch, then freeing her breasts. Jo said, "I'm going to give you four on the bare now, and I want to see your titties swinging". Dougie was fascinated by the way mine moved. I dare say you will be too.

Oh! I'm to spank her after this. Sally thought. I'll show her.

Sally felt her panties being taken down, and relished the coolness of air on her hot bottom. They clung for a moment in her crutch, held by the stickiness of her juices. She felt Jo's hand on the small of her back, warm and somehow reassuring. Then she heard a swoosh, and jerked as a blast of fire surged into her behind. She struggled to rise; the hand pressed her down. "Stay still." Jo barked. Swoosh, and again. There was a long pause. Then the hardest spank of all landed, right on the center. Sally yelped, her bottom now on fire, feeling very hot, tight and swollen.

"Stay still, no keep your hands away. This is the good bit" Something was happening to the thing in her anus, the movement there stopped. There was a strange downwards pull on her anus now, making her clench her bottom. She felt a hand suddenly at her vulva, caressing there, then the thing in her bottom began to move slightly in and out. Her hips began to move with the motion in her bottom. She was incredibly excited, she suddenly found. Urging with her hips, she encouraged the hand fondling her pussy. It remained tantalizingly close to her clit. Two fingers rubbed her one on each side of her trigger. Then one went, and one finger circled her nubbin, the object in her bottom stretching her, as it eased through her narrowness, only to return through to refill her. The thing in her bottom was buggering her; in and out it surged. The intensity of the feeling there, distracted her from her clit. The finger circling around her clit moved to direct contact. She gasped, with the strength of the sensation. It rubbed harder in time to the action in her bottom. She shuddered, tensed, clenched tight with her anus, and came: intensely. The orgasm surged through her, making her toes curl tight, making her lose her balance. Falling forward, she lay over the chair arm panting, taking great lungfulls of air, as waves of pleasure washed through her. The thing in her bottom bulged through her anus a last time, as Jo withdrew it. Her bottom felt strangely empty and very hot. Reaching behind her, she was shocked at the heat radiating from her cheeks.