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Coffee (FF, s&m, voy, spanking)
by Deirdre (c) 1995
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It was my first day at home all to myself--after 8
years with preschoolers; this was the first day that
they were both in school! I was saving this day to
relax and do nothing. Sure, I knew I may well be bored
in a few months...weeks...days...I don't know. But when
that time came, I would look for a job. In the mean
time, I would keep the house going without the kids
underfoot and, well, do anything I pleased.
Outside the window I saw Sharon walking down the
street. Sharon is my best friend in the neighborhood. I
was free; I could just go say hi to Sharon! Walk with
her, even, and see what she was up to. I went out and
greeted her. She stopped to say "Hello." I asked her
were she was going. She said she was going to Helen's
house for coffee.
I didn't really know Helen though I'd seen her. It
struck me that I ought to get to know my neighbors
better. I felt a little pushy, but I told her I'd come
along. I knew I couldn't afford to be shy if I wanted
to get to know the neighbors better. Sharon didn't
sound enthusiastic, which surprised me--that wasn't
like Sharon. She said Helen wouldn't be expecting me.
She didn't give me any specific reason not to come,
though, so I persisted.
Finally she gave in. We talked as we walked down the
block and around the corner to Helen's house. When we
entered Helen's house, a lot of the women of the
neighborhood were there. I was surprised--it seemed
like they all knew each other well, and met often like
this. It made me wonder why Sharon wasn't more willing
to invite me along. But Helen was very friendly,
telling me to stay, and introducing me to all the
others. Most were sitting around the kitchen table,
which was rather large. Soon we were all sitting
around, drinking coffee and gossiping. I noticed Helen
had a deck of cards. That struck me as a little
strange. She shuffled, and then started dealing out the
cards.
The women must play some sort of card game. She stopped
after dealing just one card to each of us. All the
women immediately turned over their cards. They wanted
me to turn over my card too, so I did. Then, one woman
complained that it was too soon to be her turn. I
didn't know what she meant. The others all protested
her complaints. I looked at her card. I realized it was
the lowest card of any of ours. I asked Sharon what it
was all about. I'm not sure she heard my question. The
woman's name was Amy.
She seemed rather young and had a very striking figure-
-I'm sure any man would have been sneaking glance sat
her. Helen got up and led her out of the room. All the
other women resumed their conversation, but some
started talking to another of the women, telling her to
go. I didn't know where they wanted her to go. Her name
was Lianne.
After she left, I realized she had the highest card of
any of us. We kept talking, though I still wondered
exactly what was going on. In 10 or 15 minutes, Lianne
returned. Everyone told me it was my turn. It turned
out my card was second highest. They could see I was
confused and simply told me to go upstairs. They
wouldn't tell me what it was all about. I went
upstairs. Helen was there. She took me to a door and
told me to go in. The shade was drawn and it was dark
except for candlelight.
Amy was there. She was nude! She was nude and
blindfolded, lying on her stomach on an ottoman! Her
hands were handcuffed behind her and her legs were
cuffed together too! There were whips and paddles lying
around! I stood there with my mouth open staring. Then
I darted for the door. Outside the door, I ran into
Helen. I told her I wasn't interested in this. I told
her to let Amy go. I told her I was leaving. Helen
wouldn't have it. She told me everything was OK, that
it was Amy's choice. She told me that Amy wanted it.
She said all I would have to do is paddle Amy a little,
or something like that. She dragged me back in. She
asked Amy what she wanted. Amy said, "Please whip me."
She asked Amy if she liked it.
Amy said, "Yes!" Amy's voice had desperation. She added
a "Please." She sounded like she so wanted it.
Helen took me out again. She said Amy was at my
complete disposal. I could do anything to her or make
her do anything I wanted to. Anything. She told me not
to worry; just top at Amy lightly if that's all I
wanted to do. She said it was expected. I don't know
what made me do it, but I finally gave in. I went back
in the room. It was weird being in that room with a
woman in that position. And a woman like Amy. Her body
was absolutely gorgeous. And even though she was ten
times better looking than me, she was lying there,
waiting for me to whip her. I took a paddle. I stood
there a little, doing nothing, nervous. Finally, I
tried the paddle on her rear. She jerked a little. I
was afraid I might have hurt her. I suppose it was
actually surprise after lying there for so long with
nothing happening.
"Do you still want it?" I whispered.
"Yes" she answered, whispering in kind. Did I want to
make sure she didn't recognize me? I paddled her rear a
couple of more times. Then some more. I looked around
at the whips. I took a whip and whipped her with it.
Not very hard--I couldn't make myself do it very hard.
Then I got into it--I gradually gave her harder and
harder strokes. Finally I could see her body jerk with
each contact. She still didn't yell at all, only a low
grunt sometimes. I stopped. I was breathing hard. It
was nerves.
It occurred to me that this woman would do anything I
wanted her to. She would have sex with me if I wanted.
I'm not lesbian, but it occurred to me that I could get
her to lick me. I always wanted to know what that felt
like--my husband has never offered to do it. I could
order Amy to do it now and she would. Just to see what
it feels like. No one would ever know.
The temptation was too great. I pulled off my jeans and
panties. Then I pulled her onto the floor, positioned
her face down, and then lay down so her face was on my
cunt. I told her to lick. Just one word. It was almost
a whisper--she wouldn't be able to work out the voice.
She licked. It did feel good. In fact, after a few
seconds, it felt great and I was definitely excited.
After a few more, I was lost and there was no stopping.
I thrashed on the floor, holding her head against my
cunt. I couldn't believe the sensation.
Soon I was coming. I wasn't completely quiet either,
but I didn't think she could get much out of my
breathing and moaning. I pulled her head off when I was
spent. Then I pushed her back on the ottoman and got
dressed. I quietly went out of the room.
Helen wasn't there so I went downstairs. When I got
down, everyone was gathered around the television.
After a moment, I realized that they were watching two
women having sex! A pornographic movie. Then I realized
that it was Amy and me!
Everyone was glancing my way! Some were making lewd
comments. I blushed and ran away. Sharon came after me.
She told me not to worry, that everything was OK. She
told me to come back. She pulled on my arm and finally
I gave in. The women were still watching the television
but it wasn't me. It was still Amy but with some other
woman--Helen. Helen was completely nude. She is very
petite, slender, almost like a little girl. She had
this big whip that she was waving around, then she let
Amy have it on the rear! Amy yelped--louder than
anything she did when I was with her. Helen whipped her
again.
I stared, transfixed. One of the women told me she was
looking forward to getting me up there. I stared at
Helen with that whip.
THE END