Maddie – 4

Maddie

(Continued from Maddie – 3)

Maddie hadn’t moved much; just skootched up to lounge against the headboard with a pillow behind her, the bedclothes bunched at her waist. She ran her tongue gently over swollen lips, tender from the force of Chelsea’s kisses. Down below too-she could feel the buzz echoing as she pressed her legs together. The release of the spanking, then the sex, then the sex again had left her physically spent and pleasantly drained. She watched-a hollow china doll in repose-Chelsea dress. Chelsea, on the other hand, was likewise physically softened but her brain, while not firing wild synapses anymore, was dense and unreadable as stacked cordwood.

“Do you?” Maddie asked. Chelsea, set to slip her shirt over her head, looked over her shoulder to see Maddi was reading the “I Need a Good Spanking’ message written across her panties.

“The guy who bought these thought so.”

“Guy huh?”

“Not like that…a friend. He brought us.”

“A friend who buys you kinky underwear…”

“We live with him…Gennie and I…”

“The other zombie.”

“Yes.”

“He’s your landlord, then?”

“More.”

“Lover?”

Chelsea turned a crooked smile toward the woman on the bed. “What are you digging for little miss?” She took hold of Maddie’s chin gently and rubbed her thumb lightly across her lips, her smile widening as Maddi’s nipples swelled slightly at her touch. “He’s not my lover, he’s Gennie’s lover.  I’m gay-not bi. And I’m…unattached”, she said making eye contact. “Enough for you?”

“Does he spank you-this landlord?”

“He has, yeah.”

“Really? Like fun?”

“No. Not fun at all.”

Maddie let it drop, watching Chelsea’s bottom spread as she bent to slip her feet into her jeans. It was early, sure, but she didn’t sense a sub bone in this woman’s body. She felt a little tremor at the thought of her taking a spanking she didn’t want to take.

As she snapped her jeans, there was a light knock on the door and Gennie’s harsh whisper: “Chelsea?” The two women shared a glance and Maddie shrugged, her round breasts bobbing.

“Come in Gen.”

Gen paused halfway through the door her eyes caught up on Maddie’s chest. Did she say come in? Then Maddie smiled warmly if sleepily and made no move to cover up. “Come on”, she said. Gen closed the door behind her. The steamy, thick aroma of love hung in the air.

“Uh…” she said slowly, “Dad said to find you.”

“Dad?” said Maddie.

“It’s not like that”, said Chelsea.

“He told me to go find my sister.”

“He said that?”

“Yeah. He’s a little wired…funny but wired.”

“I get that…” said Maddie to no one in particular.

“They want you in the library.”

“Uh oh…” said Maddie.

“Uh…” Chelsea paused, a cold spot lighting in her stomach

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“He said we’d both be getting it tonight.”

“And you said I will…It is what it is. But He’s in with the Bartons. I think they want to meet you.”

With a quick “Oh, right”, Chelsea slipped on her sneakers. She bent and took a handful of Maddie’s hair and kissed her hard on the mouth knowing how tender it was. “Don’t know how long I’ll be. Hang with Gen.”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

As she was crossing to the door Gen gave her best puppy-dog eyes. “Nothing for me?”

Chelsea’s long arm coiled around her waist and pulled her tight. Her kiss was softer than Maddie’s, more familiar; less passionate but a good tonguing away from being sisterly. “I’ll see you later”, she said and was out the door.

“I’m Maddie.”

“Hi…You know I’m…”

“Yep.”

Gen pulled a chair out from the makeup table and sat. She was uncomfortable walking in on an obviously naked Maddie, but she relaxed seeing that it bothered her not at all.

“You guys hit it off, I guess.”

“You could say that.”

“How’s your butt?”

Maddie wriggled for effect. “Itches, actually.” Gennie could not ignore the slipping blankets revealing a small slash of hip. What was she doing?

“Didn’t she lotion you?”

“What, my butt? No…just her tongue and…spit, I guess.”

“Nice.” Gen sniffed and turned to the makeup table rifling through the jars and tubes till she found the body lotion. She snatched it up and sat on the side of the bed. “This seems to be my specialty. Roll over.”

“Really?”

“You shy all of a sudden?” With effort, Gennie kept her voice flat. She had pretty much figured out what she was doing.

Maddie locked onto her eyes. “Not shy. Little surprised, is all.”

“It’s not like that girl. I’m nursin’, not lovin’. You’ll thank me for this.”

Maddie slid down and rolled over onto her belly. The blankets crossed the small of her back and covered her below. “I really thought today was going to be a bust,” Maddie mumbled into the pillow. Gennie Slid her thumb down the bumps of her warm backbone until she ran into the blanket which she peeled back slowly revealing Maddie’s firm upturned bottom blossoming in sundown pinks and darker reds.

There was only the sound of their breathing as Gen squeezed dollops of lotion onto the warm skin and rubbed it gently in circles. Then, as she had with Chelsea, the soft massage spread beyond where the paddle had touched and Maddie began to writhe a little.

“No matter what you say Gen, this feels naughty. You sure Chelsea will be ok with this?”

“We’ll find out when I tell her.”

“You’re going to tell her?”

“Absolutely. We have no secrets”. Her thumb slipped between the warm cheeks and grazed her asshole. “If I’m going to get spanked anyway, it might as well be for something good.”

“Mmmm, good point.” Maddie sighed lifting her backside into the soft, wet rubbing,  wishing she could slow the flow of juices that had begun to run again….

(Continuing…)

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