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Bank
by deirdre
9/7/94
We were just back from the beach, back when we were kids. Mom made us
wait in the garage while she and Dad used the showers. She wanted our
suits right away, though, so we stripped down. There we were, my sister
Jill and I completely naked in the garage (yes, the door was closed). We
were really too young to care too much. We started playing tag and soon it
was the idea to smack the other's bottom. Yes, the garage had a back door
with a window and I worried about it but it was very unlikely that anyone
would peek in.
But there was a little tapping sound, and there was Susan, our next-
door neighbor letting us know she was watching! She asked what was going
on and we told her. Susan was a couple of years older than me, maybe 13 or
14 at the time and I was a year older than Jill. Finally we unlocked the
door and let her in. I guess we realized the garage was arranged so that
we'd hear the door to the house open before anyone could see, because Susan
finally decided to join our game! There was a corner she could get to
quickly that was out of view of the door my Mom would be coming through.
She left her clothes in that corner.
And that was it, really. We played our tag for a while and Mom finally
called us. Jill and I went and showered together, leaving Susan to dress
and slip out the back. The only thing I remember is that Susan slapped
harder than Jill and soon I was trying to slap harder. Oh, and I remember
that Susan had breasts. It's hard to say why I liked the whole experience,
but I remember being very happy about it and it remains a striking memory.
But a few years later once I was over at Susan's, in her room talking
and listening to music and somehow our discussion of our appearance brought
up the memory of that game of tag. I told Susan I'd had a good look at her
body and we laughed about it.
"You're not embarrassed about that time?" she asked.
"We were just kids," I answered.
"And I spanked your bare rear!" she said, giggling.
"You got it too!" She didn't answer right away.
"Did you... *like* it at all?" she finally asked. I guess I was
alarmed. Did she mean seeing each other naked? I'd heard of lesbians.
But I knew that Susan adored boys. I wasn't too sophisticated back then
and didn't know what to make of her question.
"It was fun!" I answered honestly and rather innocently despite my
doubts.
"Being spanked?" she asked.
"It was part of the game," I answered.
"Did you ever want to play it again?" she asked.
"I *loved* it but it was one of those one-of-a-kind things. We're
older now."
"No one has to know," she said as if she were sharing a secret. "We
could just try the spanks." I was amazed. I stared. She stood up and
took off her top and shorts, then her bra and panties. She stood in front
of me, naked. She smiled and did a pirouette. Then she turned around and
wriggled her rear a little. I stared at her. "I'd better lay across your
lap," she said.
I was sitting on the side of the bed. She lay across my lap, her bare
rear right there.
"Do it," she said.
"This is weird," I returned.
"Come on, do it!" I patted her rear once. "Yes! Now harder!" Again,
harder. "*Real hard*! Make your hand hurt!" I actually managed to spank
her hard maybe four or five times. She stood up suddenly, rubbing her
bottom. She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks!" she said.
It was my turn. She just stood there rubbing her behind. I didn't
move--I was frozen. She still smiled. "I guess that's enough," she
finally said and started getting dressed. Oddly enough I found that I felt
disappointed at not getting my turn.
That was years ago. I don't see Susan now but I ran into her
recently--I was waiting in the line at the bank and suddenly I realized
that my rear had been bumped several times and it was probably someones
hand! I turned around and there was Susan! "Hello," she said and grinned.
We talked normal "get up-to-date" talk all the way through the line. We
ended up getting tellers about the same time and she was standing there
when I finished. She darted ahead of me opening the doors on the way out
and between the doors, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she
wriggled her rear. And stopped ever so briefly, making me almost run into
her. Outside she said we should get together but we split up without my
even knowing if she still had the same last name.
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Bank
by deirdre
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