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Archive name: suburb.txt (Fdom/F, exh, nc, spank) 
Authors name: Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)
Story title : Suburban Secrets 

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Suburban Secrets (Fdom/F, exh, nc, spank)
by Traci (queen_traci@yahoo.com)

***

A 40-something Mom has a confrontation with another Mom 
in the carpool and ends up in a breathless adventure 
into submission she could never have dreamed of.

***

The voice on the other end of the line wasn't exactly in 
tears, but Carol Ferndon could hear the exasperation in 
her daughter's voice. She knew, also, that three other 
teenage girls were with her daughter, so she wasn't 
alone, otherwise she may very well have been crying.

"Heather," Carol said calmly, "what do you mean you never 
got picked up?" She glanced at her watch. The carpool mom 
for that day should have been there 45 minutes ago, 
picked up the girls, dropped three of them home and one 
of them--Heather--to her dance class as planned.

"Mom," Heather Ferndon whined, "Ms. Starling never showed 
up!"

Carol sighed stressfully, the phone wedged between her 
cheek and shoulder, and hurriedly finished putting her 
dark brown hair in a ponytail for the tennis lesson she 
was almost late for. Dammit. What had happened? She 
wondered if Jenna Starling had gotten into an accident or 
something. Jenna's own daughter was away at an orchestra 
field trip, and wasn't with the group as usual, but 
still, the moms had gotten together and vowed to stick to 
the carpool schedule they had devised, and to always call 
if there was a conflict.

"All right, honey," she comforted her daughter, "just 
stay there, and I'll be there to get you girls in a few 
minutes."

Carol hurried out to the car, her short white tennis 
skirt dancing, and tossed her racket and gym bag into the 
back seat. She was at the school in five minutes, and 
four rather irritated teenage girls piled into the Volvo.

"Gee, I'm awful sorry girls," she said, dialing her cell 
phone. "I checked my calendar after you called, Heather, 
and it's definitely Ms. Starling's day today, not mine. 
Let me just find out what happened to her."

As the girls quickly forgot the foul-up and began 
gossiping about teachers and boys in the back seat, Carol 
Ferndon got an answer on Jenna's phone.

"Jenna? Hi it's Carol...what happened today? It was your 
carpool day, and the girls never got picked up."

Jenna wasn't a close friend. In fact, the curvaceous 
blonde had been the most aloof of the four women who 
shared the after-school chauffeuring duties. Maybe it was 
because she was the newest, having moved to the 
neighborhood just before the school year started, and 
wasn't as close as Carol was to the other two, who had 
been friends since their daughters were in sixth grade. 

Jenna had a bit of obnoxiousness about her that was 
unsettling at times, but Carol had tried hard to overlook 
it and find the good in her. Sometimes--and she wasn't 
the only one who felt this way--it was hard to do. She 
didn't know whether it was because Jenna was beautiful 
and knew it, or maybe she just had some hidden problems 
that affected her in a way that caused the occasional 
bitchy, self-centered attitude they had all seen in her.

"Ohhh, yeah, the carpool...aww shit. Well, sorry. Glad 
you could get them," Jenna spoke so rapidly that the 
"sorry" was almost inaudible. "Hey, I gotta run honey. I 
have a hair appointment." The phone went dead with a 
click before Carol could say another word.

She sat there, looking at her cell phone, unable to 
believe how totally flippant the blonde mom had been with 
her, and how empty her brief, hurried apology was. Carol 
dropped off everyone at their respective places, but was 
too distracted to carry on a conversation when the girls 
were telling her things about their day. When they got to 
the dance school, Heather frowned.

"Mom, you okay?"

Carol forced a smile. "Yes, honey, I'm fine, it's 
just...well, nothing. Go have a good class, and apologize 
to your teacher for being late, tell her what happened."

"Of course, Mom, I know," Heather said, rolling her eyes. 
Then she smiled her pretty smile and gave her mother a 
peck on her cheek. She could tell something was bugging 
her, so she added, "Still the prettiest Mom in my school 
by far."

"Aww sweetie, thanks. I needed that." Carol's smile 
wasn't forced now. Her pearly white teeth shined, and her 
face glowed from her daughter's compliment, her nearly 
flawless skin betrayed by a quick blush.

"Bye, Mom. See you at six-thirty."

Heather's comment had caused the thirty-six year old 
woman to look in the mirror of the Volvo before she left 
for her class. She met her own blue eyes and smiled 
softly. She had been told many, many times that she could 
pass for twenty-five, and she was proud of that. Her 
workouts and interest in tennis had kept her in good 
shape, slender with pleasant curves and men frequently 
gave her second and third looks. Often, she had been told 
that she could be Sandra Bullock's twin sister.

The buzz of her daughter's lovely remark didn't last 
long. As soon as she got a few blocks away from the dance 
school, her thoughts drifted back to Jenna, and her 
irresponsibility, rudeness and overall coyness over the 
apparent mixup. Attempting to keep her cool, she couldn't 
help but simmer inside thinking how guiltlessly the 
flirtatious and self-centered woman had inconvenienced 
five people, and had the gall to announce that she had an 
appointment at the hair salon to make. Shake it off, 
Carol told herself.

Her tennis lesson was a disaster. Her instructor, an 
attractive 43-year old woman with auburn hair named Iris, 
stood with her hands on her hips.

"What has gotten into you today, Carol? Last week you did 
so well. This week you can't seem to hit anything with 
proper form."

"I'm...I'm sorry, Iris. Just been a bad day, and my 
concentration is off."

"Obviously," Iris said, walking by her. "Let's end this 
one early. We just aren't getting anywhere, hon."

Carol sighed and looked down, surveying her flat tummy 
which was exposed just under her tight midriff top. The 
smooth lines of her hips and pelvis flowed appealingly 
into the tiny pleated skirt.

"All right," she conceded to her coach, "I agree."

After she got back into the Volvo she sat there, 
realizing that this woman, Jenna, had really screwed up 
her day. She simply had to confront Jenna about this, and 
resolve it. It could not happen again to one of the other 
moms, or Carol would feel guilty about it for not having 
headed off the problem. She again dialed Jenna's number.

"Your timing is good," Jenna said flatly, "I just 
finished my hair. So we can meet. What's it about?"

Carol had a hard time not laughing out loud. Jenna 
couldn't figure this out? "Jenna, I'll explain it when I 
see you, ok?"

They decided to meet at the park nearby, where they could 
walk. Carol preferred that over having coffee someplace 
where someone could overhear them. She wanted to wrap 
this thing up, get it over and done with, without 
involving anyone else. Jenna just needed to fully 
appreciate the rules and the importance of the carpool, 
and things would be fine.

When Carol pulled the Volvo into the parking space and 
spotted Jenna standing at the entrance of the vita-course 
that ran around the large park. She was in a short red 
silk slipdress and high-heeled dress sandals, looking 
infuriatingly preened.

Carol approached her and smiled. She would use honey, not 
vinegar, to convey this message, and give Jenna the 
benefit of any doubt. That seemed to work with most 
people, didn't it?

Jenna turned to Carol, her eyes hidden behind a pair of 
designer sunglasses. Her blonde hair, freshly styled from 
the salon, shone in the sunlight.

"Hi, Carol." The blonde glanced at her watch. "Can we 
make this quick?"

Carol fought to keep her positive attitude afloat. "I 
hope we can, yes. Shall we walk?"

Jenna Starling shrugged. "Ok."

The two women began strolling the vita-course, being 
passed by the rare jogger or fast walker, but it wasn't 
very busy there today, and for the most part they had the 
secluded path to themselves.

Carol cleared her throat and began as they walked slowly. 
"I guess...well, Jenna I guess I'm just kind of upset 
about the whole carpool thing today." She decided to 
pause there, hoping this would prompt some meaningful 
apology from the newest carpool mom, something she could 
digest, something that would clear the air and let them 
start again with a clean slate.

Jenna looked at her, reached into her purse, and 
wordlessly lit a cigarette.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Carol realized her 
blood was hammering in her ears. "I know we get busy and 
forget, but... Jenna, it seemed like you didn't care."

They were rounding a bend in the paved path now, leaving 
the open expanse of the perimeter of the baseball fields 
and nearby tennis courts. Beyond them, the path began to 
wind through a dense stand of low shrubbery, mostly 
cabbage palms, palmettos, and scattered young pines.

Jenna shrugged, and exhaled a long plume of smoke through 
her full, red lips. "I told you, I had an appointment at 
the salon. You want me to beg forgiveness or something?"

Carol was dumbfounded. How could anyone be so callous and 
so inconsiderate? She struggled to keep her voice from 
becoming shrill. She was determined to handle this with 
grace. She had to really battle the anger that was 
swirling like a tornado in her now.

"Jenna, my daughter was late to her dance class, I was 
almost late to my tennis lesson, and the other girls, 
well, I don't even know what their plans were. I'm sure 
there were some worried parents, at the least. And you 
just shrug it off. It only takes a minute to call if 
you're going to be late or can't make it. That's common 
courtesy and part of your responsibility."

Carol paused, wanting to give her ample opportunity to 
understand the graveness of the situation.

The path curved again, into an area where rows of old 
oaks loomed high above, and provided a lush, pale green 
canopy over their heads as they walked.

"I guess, Jenna, I am asking you for an explanation, an 
apology, and acknowledgement over this mixup." Carol 
stopped walking, her skin hot and not just from the sun. 
"Meaning," Carol continued looking straight at Jenna, "an 
assurance that it won't happen again without some prior 
notification."

Both women stopped in their tracks. To their left was a 
small, shaded clearing around the trunk of a large oak, 
and a old-fashioned, wrought iron bus bench the county 
had put there for decoration, or for strollers who wanted 
to rest and enjoy the shade of a Florida hammock.

Jenna Starling dropped the nearly spent cigarette to the 
pavement path and extinguished it with a twist of her 
sandaled toe.

When the blonde beauty spoke, her words were metallic and 
bereft of any emotion.

"What uppity, holier-than-thou, stuck-up bullshit."

Carol's mouth dropped open. She couldn't believe what she 
was hearing. She looked away to try to regain her breath, 
and her composure. She needed to re-gather her flustered 
thoughts. Just as quickly she turned her head back 
towards Jenna to respond, however she was quickly cut off 
when Jenna launched a rapid-fire stream of cold-hearted 
verbal venom.

"Rich, over-indulged little bitches in your fuckin' 
expensive cars, your world revolving around your precious 
little tennis lessons and your new-age fuckin' diets, and 
your daughters making honor rolls...you make me sick."

"What? H-how could you...." Carol stammered and was 
suddenly blinded by a stinging slap to the left side of 
her face. She cried out, and recovered just long enough 
to look back up through tear-filled eyes and see Jenna 
Starling's face briefly. The well-built blonde had a firm 
grip on her wrist, and spun her around with amazing force 
and speed.

"UGGHH!!" Carol Ferndon gasped in shocked as her arm was 
twisted and locked behind her back. Jenna forcefully led 
her off the path, towards the clearing where the large 
oak stood majestically by the bench. The tennis-clad mom 
stumbled along helplessly, still reeling from the sudden 
attack.

Carol blinked hard, trying to process all that was 
happening to her as she was shoved up against the trunk 
of the tree, her face humming from the slap, pressed 
against the rough bark of the oak. Her arm was bent 
painfully against the small of her back, and Jenna's 
mouth was close, exhaling against the back of her ear.

"Don't you dare fuckin' lecture me, cutie-pie," the 
seething blonde hissed.

"J-Jenna....owww...you--you're hurting me!"

The golden-haired woman only pressed her captor to the 
tree harder, and Carol could feel Jenna's knee digging 
into the back of her thigh.

"Just who the hell do you think you are, hmm?" Jenna spat 
menacingly.

"Jenna...Jenna please...let's talk about this...I---"

Carol was suddenly, viciously yanked backward, and she 
flailed her arms to keep from falling as Jenna pulled her 
by her dark ponytail. She stumbled sideways, seeing a 
momentary flash of red that was Jenna's dress, and then 
felt two fingers hook snugly into the "V" of her ample 
cleavage. With astounding agility and catlike speed, 
Jenna simultaneously yanked her ponytail and pulled her 
by the front of her tight gray top. Carol whirled and 
flew forward with the momentum and crash-landed onto the 
lap of Jenna Starling, who sat erect on the wrought-iron 
bush bench.

With panicked breath, she looked back in time to see 
Jenna casually toss her flowing blonde hair over one 
shoulder and felt herself being locked and held off 
balance into this compromising position. Carol was too 
flabbergasted to put together a coherent sentence.

"Jenna---!!"

"Hush up," the blonde spoke calmly and with authority, 
then punctuated her order with a series of open-handed 
smarting slaps on Carol's upraised backside.

SMACK! SLAAAP! SMAAAACK! WHAAAAACK! SPAAAAANK! SLAAAP! 
SMAAAACK!

Carol flinched and yelped "OOOWCH, STOP!, OWWW, OOOH---!"

She struggled, wriggling violently against the 
surprisingly stout stronghold of Jenna's arms. Carol's 
white tennis shoes kicked the air in a vain attempt to 
wriggle free, and she could feel Jenna's fingers clamped 
firmly around her waist, effectively thwarting her 
escape.

"Now then you spoiled brat, unlike your snobbish 
exclusive, expensive tennis lessons, consider this a 
complimentary lesson courtesy of yours truly."

With no fanfare, Jenna confidently flipped up and raised 
Carol's short pleated tennis skirt. Carol gasped in utter 
surprise, her face turning deep crimson with the 
embarrassment of being upskirted with her intimate 
panties on display to her car-pooling counterpart, a near 
stranger. Her pink cotton bikini panties was all that 
separated her lower regions from complete nakedness. She 
was so embarrassed she wanted to hide her face though she 
needed her hands to maintain her balance over the mossy 
soil beneath her. The birds overhead chirped loudly as if 
snickering at her plight.

Carol realized that her attempts to bring Jenna to task 
had failed miserably and instead she had been swiftly and 
easily taken into the confident blonde's custody and 
spanked like a naughty girl.

Jenna took off her sunglasses and pounded Carol's pretty, 
well-kept bottom with a renewed flurry of slaps. Carol 
winced, squeals slipping from her throat each time her 
sweet bottom was whacked. She panted, desperate to find a 
way out as her cheeks began to roar from the punishment. 
She had always been able to talk her way out of things, 
but now her energy floundered, as the shapely lady in red 
established her dominance.

"Jenna, pleaase..." Carol croaked, her voice 
deteriorating into a sob. Her curvaceous butt was being 
sternly sizzled by Jenna's hand, and she began to realize 
that she was the blonde bitch's prisoner. She looked 
forlornly down at the brown carpet of tiny oak leaves on 
just below her.

Jenna was obviously starting to enjoy how badly Carol's 
"meeting" with her had backfired. She buried the knife of 
humiliation a little further.

"Oooh, what pretty panties we have on today," Jenna sang. 
Jenna hooked her fingers into the waistband of the tiny 
cotton undergarment and pulled it away from Carol's 
shapely buns several times, toying
with them, letting them snap back into place each time.

"Nnnooo..." Carol whined, squirming, only to find that 
her movements only rubbed her pelvis and mound against 
Jenna's bare, smooth thighs.

"Stop that insolence at once, Carol," the triumphant 
blonde fired at her evenly. With the control and 
confidence of a stern aunt, she gave an unexpected tug on 
Carol's ponytail to further deepen the brunette's 
futility. Jenna was still having great sport with her 
panties, stretching them out as if to pull them down, 
then letting them go, so Carol could feel the elastic 
snap back against her soft skin.

Carol gripped the bench, realizing her muscles had gone 
weak, as if the adrenaline she had felt moments before 
had retreated, and her will was being sapped with each 
angry strike from Jenna's perfectly manicured hand. The 
blonde's wicked ministrations made her feel not like a 
thirty-six year old woman, but like a scared little girl.

"I believe you need the full effect now. I know you like 
to show your pretty bottom, don't you, supermom? Well, 
now you can show it....all of it!"

Carol gasped as the lovely Jenna Starling slowly pulled 
her pink cotton panties down, exposing the two half-
spheres of smooth flesh, and the dark fissure between 
them.

Carol panted with humiliation and now with fear, her eyes 
darting toward the paved path just twenty feet away, as 
she wondered if someone--someone she might know--might 
come wandering up and see her like this, draped over 
Jenna Starling's lap like a rag doll and having her 
bottom bared like a child. She bit her lip in panic, 
imagining the mother of one of Heather's friends jogging 
by...omigod, she thought. 

Her imagination raced like a chased rabbit, as she 
envisioned someone seeing her, then gossiping it to 
another parent at school or at the coffee shop. Her mind 
went dizzy with terror as she imagined the wide-eyes and 
whispered conversations: Carol Ferndon, half-naked on 
Jenna Starling's lap in the park..?? are they having a 
lesbian tryst or something?? You don' t say! Tell me 
more....

She hung her head between her forearms as she felt the 
gentle air sweep slowly through her now totally exposed 
privates. Every attempt to break free now only hurt, as 
Jenna's fingers dug into her pelvis, and she knew it was 
hopeless to resist. She felt the soft cotton slide down 
her legs, then stop at her knees.

Jenna glanced between Carol's smooth thighs, and spied 
something interesting. It looked as if Carol Ferndon had 
a hairless mound! To confirm this, the intrigued blonde 
placed her thumbs high on the inside of Carol's thighs, 
and pulled the shapely, tender buttocks apart.

"Well, well!" Jenna Starling exclaimed, "Mrs. Ferndon is 
all smooth and shaved, huh?? Isn't that cute?! What would 
the other PTA moms think about that, I wonder?" The 
blonde let out a demonic giggle.

"Ohhhgodddddd..." Carol moaned, her face hot and tingling 
with shame and embarrassment. She had shaved her pussy a 
week ago, and kept it smooth. No one--until now-- knew 
except her husband.
Jenna couldn't take her eyes off of the hairless vulva 
surrounding Carol's pink cleft. A girlfriend of hers had 
once shaved herself and told her how smooth it was, how 
it heightened the sensations during sex. Jenna had been 
intrigued, but had never tried it herself. 
 
She spoke softly, like a doctor musing about something 
while inspecting the patient, "This... is... 
exquisite..." she remarked as she tilted her head and 
peered between Carol's milky thighs. She reached a finger 
down inside, and drew it backwards along one side of the 
bared mound. She heard Carol inhale sharply as her 
fingertip traveled the soft margin from high on Carol's 
mound, near her clit, down and back toward her, 
paralleling the labia, until her red fingernail rested 
near the tender area near the vaginal opening. The silky-
smoothness of that part of Carol's anatomy amazed and 
stimulated her. 
 
Carol tensed when she felt Jenna's finger touch her high 
on her mound, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the 
startling sensation, as Jenna's finger traveled the 
length of her sex, just missing her vaginal lips, 
sampling the softness of her shaved secret. Her mind and 
body were swooping the through a terrifying roller 
coaster of sensations. While in the grip of fear and 
humiliation, she had also just been electrified with 
pleasure and anticipation, coursing through her body like 
a silent lightning bolt, as Jenna touched her so 
intimately. 
 
"That is sooo nice! I'll bet hubby loves that, hmm 
Carol?" 
 
When Jenna took her hand away, she pushed hard, trying 
one last time to get out from the gorgeous blonde's 
dominant clutches, then fell back down in failure, her 
now naked and shaved mons venus dropping down onto Jenna 
Starling's bare leg. 
 
"You're not going anywhere, honey," Jenna announced 
calmly. Jenna ran her hand over Carol's exposed buttock, 
letting it ride the pronounced curve of firm smooth skin, 
as she reaffirmed her dominion over her fellow mom's 
lovely body. 
 
"You're going to stay right here on Mistress Jenna's lap, 
sweetie, and let her finish putting you in your place." 
 
The softly spoken words from Jenna Starling's red lips 
were like an elixir that seemed to seep into Carol's 
veins and weaken her all the more. Jenna's calm, 
undeniable demand for Carol's obedience left her with 
only one option: complete and utter compliance. Her 
whimper was a simple acknowledgement of her now obvious 
fate. Her body was a battlefield of sensations and 
desires. 
 
Then Jenna raised her hand and brought it down in rapid 
succession on Carol's completely undefended butt. The 
woman's backside, presented sweetly like two overturned 
bowls, jiggled furiously in submission to each blow. 
Jenna whacked away like a determined schoolmarm as Carol 
squealed and grunted, her eyes now spilling over with 
tears. Jenna Starling stopped after twenty or so of the 
vicious wallops, and inspected her handiwork. Carol's 
beautiful ass had a lush, rosy hue to it now as the 
defeated brunette trembled on Jenna's lap. 
 
Carol lay exposed on the fair-haired woman's lap, yelping 
and twitching as Jenna resumed the spanking. Jenna 
reveled in her superiority, tormenting the sweet, tender 
butt cheeks of her captive with more stinging whacks. No 
part of Carol's backside went unattended, and soon the 
upper reaches of her thighs, all the way to her lower 
back, burned angrily from Jenna's mastery of her body. 

Jenna, in the meantime, felt a curious but inexorable 
rise of feelings deep within her. Was this something she 
had hidden from herself, she thought? The sensation of 
having another woman at her mercy, her lovely ass naked 
and upraised for her to punish, was exhilarating. She 
allowed herself a moment of introspection. Yes, it was 
true, she thought, her breath picking up speed as it 
dawned on her. This turned her on. 
 
Carol sobbed softly, and Jenna took a moment to savor the 
sight and sensation of the de-pantied Carol Ferndon 
squirming on her lap. Slowly, like a kitten waking from a 
nap, Carol's hips humped down against her, and Jenna felt 
the smooth mound press against her thigh. She watched 
with fascination and delight as Carol's shaved mound 
moved and squirmed in between the clenching buttocks of 
the woman she now controlled. Jenna found her own nipples 
stiff and prominent under the slipdress, making pebble-
like protrusions in the fabric. 

It only took three or four slow-motion thrusts of Carol's 
pelvis before the hapless and shell-shocked Carol Ferndon 
lost control of her womanly body. The insistent rubbing 
and stimulation had shadowed her panic during the 
spanking, and now her bare and defenseless clitoris, 
trembling against her mentor's beautiful thigh, pressed 
and ground in silent and unstoppable splendor, touching 
off a thunderous climax that spread rapidly through 
Carol's body. 
 
"UNHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh" she moaned raggedly, as the 
sensations shattered her. Her cute, shapely body spasmed, 
her legs twitched again, sneakers dancing momentarily, as 
her orgasm, as obvious as the oak tree above them, 
overtook her. 
 
Jenna's heart surged, her own sex warming and feeling 
creamy under her dress. She licked her lips as her mouth 
was getting dry and her breathing had now blossomed to a 
gentle pant. The coquettishly clad blonde watched her 
captured prize--the delectably round bottom of Carol 
Ferndon--hump gently and shudder with her orgasm, just 
under her.

Carol's muffled whimpers were like music to her ears. She 
leaned back, smiling, and propped one arm on the backrest 
of the bench. She trailed a red fingernail slowly down 
the back of Carol's thigh as if to underline her easy 
triumph over the young mom. Her body sang with the joy of 
her complete ownership of Carol Ferndon. 
 
"My, my..." Jenna cooed, "quite a turn of events, 
wouldn't you say, Mrs. Ferndon?" 
 
Carol could only sniffle, the unraveling of her dignity 
now fully manifested at the hands of the sexy woman in 
the short red dress. Jenna, though wildly excited 
herself, kept her cool, and continued moving her 
fingernail up and down Carol's slender thigh. Carol, her 
sex drenched and her self-confidence now in ruins, just 
quaked gently. She was, at that moment, nothing more than 
Jenna Starling's ward. 
 
"Get up, girl," Jenna commanded. She got a deep thrill 
when she called Carol "girl", and knew it was like 
another humiliating arrow in a psyche already pierced 
repeatedly during this ordeal. 
 
Carol stood, her head down, chestnut hair tousled. Her 
skirt fell only partially back down. One side stuck to 
itself, exposing a shapely hip to the sun, underscoring 
the destruction of her dignity and control. The pink 
cotton panties fell to her ankles. Before she could bend 
down to pick them up, Jenna was standing in front of her. 
 
The blonde Jenna Starling relished the surrender she saw 
in the disheveled brunette before her. She wasn't done. 
She wanted to lay Carol's submission bare. She reached 
behind the other woman, gripped her ponytail, and pulled 
back slowly, but did so gently, knowing that force was no 
longer needed. 

It thrilled her that now she did not have to administer 
pain to bring Carol Ferndon's obedience easily to her, to 
have her wanting to please like a puppy. Carol's head 
tilted up towards the branches of the oak, but she kept 
her watery eyes on Jenna, mouth open in a silent "ahhh". 
Jenna stepped closer, and spoke softly. 
 
"You are not going to question me ever again, do you 
understand?" 
 
Carol managed a nod. "Yes, Jenna.." 
 
Jenna's skin erupted in goosebumps at the submissive 
reply. 
 
"Good." Jenna then stunned the trembling brunette by 
lowering her face to Carol's upraised mouth and enclosing 
it with a deep, heated French kiss. Jenna's sumptuous 
body, very tangible under the thin fabric of the 
slipdress, pressed against her half-naked captive, as she 
explored Carol's mouth with her insistent and probing 
tongue, her hand still gripping the ponytail. 
 
Carol could only make faint little girlish whimpers as 
Jenna forcefully took her mouth with the searing liplock. 
 
Jenna pulled away, keeping her face close, and looked 
deeply into Carol Ferndon's blue eyes. 
 
Her voice was a husky whisper. "I think you and I may 
have to discuss this carpool schedule a little further, 
don't you, Mrs. Ferndon?" Jenna traced Carol's lips with 
her finger, then scratched softly under her chin, as if 
examining a pet. "Maybe a little meeting at my house, 
hmm?" 
 
The bridge had been crossed, the layers of hidden desire 
and denial long-since spanked away. Carol swallowed hard, 
and closed her eyes briefly. 
 
"Yes," she whispered back. 
 
Jenna regarded her with a satisfied smile. Carol's eyes 
met hers, and both silently acknowledged that the 
presumptuous brunette had been irrevocably conquered. 
What lay ahead would be an interesting adventure, indeed. 
Jenna let go of Carol's ponytail and pushed her sandaled 
toe against the panties that were crumpled around the 
humbled woman's ankles. 
 
"Get those back on, and go take care of your busy 
schedule. I'll be expecting a call from you later." 
 
Then Jenna Starling walked away, her hand trailing along 
Carol's ass cheek as she departed. 
 
Carol turned and watched her go. Through strands of dark 
hair she watched Jenna stop at the paved path, light a 
cigarette, then stroll out of sight. 
 
Then, after a long minute, she bent down, and shakily 
pulled her panties back up, working them slowly over her 
tortured behind. She took a long deep breath, a million 
thoughts and emotions criss-crossing in her chest. Her 
head spun lightly and she felt as light as a feather. 
 
She straightened her skirt down over her panties, which 
were now soaking up the syrupy riches of her astounding 
experience. She closed her eyes briefly and smoothed her 
hair. 
 
It was time to get to her car and pick up Heather. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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