Sharon froze after raising her hand to rap on the door to 604. She stood, as if waving to a passing train, then closed her fist bringing her knuckles to bear. Holding her breath, she pulled back, ready to knock, about to knock, then dropped her hand. For the third time. Jesus, she thought sighing, I’m pitiful.
Leave it. She should just leave it, she knew that. It wasn’t worth that much; cost her a few bucks and she could get another easily at any hobby store. It was just a kitschy piece of home décor to be painted. They had dozens in different sizes. She should just leave it. Not like she needed it. Well actually she did, it seemed. That was the problem. But it wasn’t like she…
Her self-flagellating reverie was interrupted by the door opening suddenly. Sharon jumped and squealed-pulling an answering gasp out of Tina who covered her mouth with the hand not on her doorknob.
“Jesus girl!”, she said when she composed herself.
“I know, I know…I’m sorry”, Sharon composed herself. “I was just gonna knock.”
Tina’s hand moved from her mouth to her chest as her breathing settled. “Ok…I’ll live…whew.”
“Haven’t seen you in a couple of days.”
“Right…” Sharon said not wanting to make eye contact. “I’ve been keeping a low profile.”
“Hitting the books?”
“Ah. Well, I was just running down to the shop for a coffee. Join me?”
Sharon grinned and shrugged. “That’s where this all started, right?”
It was less than a month ago that Tina had introduced herself down at the coffee shop. Sharon had noticed the older woman in the building and, new in town, was happy to sit and have a coffee with her. Truth was, Sharon had seriously underestimated the value of her circle of friends and family back home and, never having lived alone, the strange city had left her more than a bit unsettled. Likewise, she had overestimated her ability to make new friends. It was not something she’d had to do a lot of, coming from a small town where everyone knew one another.
Tina wasn’t quite old enough to be her mother, but certainly at least ten years, if not fifteen, her senior. Of course she would join her. She was anxious to spend time with any smiling face that wasn’t a waitress or barista or someone that was paid to be nice to her.
Over that month, that first coffee had turned into another, then another. Then a lunch, then a visit to a museum to see the Monet that was touring the country. Then a dinner. Tina, a too-young widow, was unhappily used to living alone but had a large circle of friends some left from her marriage, some from work, so she was easily able to absorb the girl into her retinue.
“Yes, I guess it did. You were coming by to…”
“Oh, yes. I left my…” her voice trailed as if she was out of air.
“You bolted in a bit of a huff. Let me a half glass of wine to drink.”
“I’m sorry about that…”
“No, I’m sorry. About how I reacted.”
“It’s OK”, said Sharon, her eyes still scanning the floor.
“When you said you wanted me to…”
“No, it’s not really”, Tina said apologizing with different words.
“You laughed at me.”
Tina said nothing, hearing the hurt still in the younger girl’s voice. She regretted laughing of course. Was sorry as soon as she did it. She didn’t find the request funny exactly. She was startled and laughed to cover her surprise, not realizing how unintendingly harsh it seemed until later. She had been contemplating plans to make it up to her somehow.
“I was going to return it”, Tina said retreating into the apartment. “Come in, come in…” Sharon closed the door softly behind her. She came fluttering out of the living room holding the paddle by the flat end instead of the handle, meaning to hand it off. “I just couldn’t see how I’d look walking down the hall to your apartment carrying a paddle. Would seem obvious, don’t you think?”
Sharon took the board and shrugged. “It’s not really a paddle until it is, you know? It’s just a decoration. Like any piece of wood hanging on a wall.”
“You think I could have passed it off as a cutting board? I don’t think so. I might have been unfamiliar with the idea of…giving a paddling, but I do know what they are.”
“Yes, sure. Anyway, I’m sorry to have put you in that position. I don’t know anyone-my Mom’s not here, my sisters, my roommate who used to help keep me in line….” Her voice was rising and seemed on the verge of cracking.
“Quit apologizing. It was not your fault. Here,” she guided her to the end of the couch with a soft touch on her arm. “Sit. Just sit.” She took her own seat at the other end, an expanse of gray cambric between them. Sharon’s eyes stayed downcast toward and beyond the paddle which lay across her bare thighs. When she looked up, Tina could see that her eyes were full and could imagine them itching. Then the girl blinked and a single tear, released, rolled down her cheek.
“I’m…I’m just at the end of my rope”, she said wiping at it and pushing her hands through her mousy blond hair. She took a couple of deep breaths.
“Thing about the internet, you can research anything”, said Tina. “I certainly know a lot more about, what-corporal punishment? paddlings, spankings, than I knew when you brought it up.” Sharon was average height, and lanky. When Tina first saw her in the shop she was put in mind of a young colt, trying to settle into it’s body. From across the shop she had looked confident that day, bending to inspect the sweets in the case caring nothing about anyone who might be ogling her backside that was cupped by the short shorts that she always seemed to wear, even now.
It wasn’t until later, after Tina had asked her to her table, that she noticed the fine cracks in her cocksure façade. Up close, Sharon was younger than she appeared and more delicate than she had put on. That perceived vulnerability was what attracted Tina to her, but in a different way than Sharon might have thought.
“Look, I’m not going to apologize any more, but if you ask me again, I’ll be better. I’m more relaxed about it.” More, yes, but not completely. Truth was, saying it made her nervous somehow-or maybe excited. But there was something tickling the pit of her stomach.
Sharon’s dewy eyes focused. “Really? You’ll do it?”
“Yes”, Tina said definitively as if trying to convince herself. “If that’s what you want.”
Sharon, becoming more animated, stood. “Yes. Yes I do.” She looked around as if planning the next move but already knew what it was. “I’ll kneel on the couch here”, Sharon said, “and lean over the back.” She handed the paddle over, handle first. “Let me get my shorts off.”
Tina’s heart skipped at that. She wasn’t a gym person and except for movies and obviously her spanking research on-line recently, she hadn’t seen another woman’s bare anything since university. Seeing Sharon so eagerly unsnapping her shorts unnerved her and she rose quickly to get behind her. Better just to see her bottom, she thought in some strange logic.
“And you can decide which side is best for you…” Sharon said eagerly, choreographing her scene.
“Well, I’m right handed so…” Tina said holding the paddle in that hand and patting her other palm. The feel of the wood stung her hand. This could hurt!
“OK then, you’ll be on that side…” The girl unsnapped her shorts and carelessly rolled them down wrapping her panties together in the same bundle. She bent to step out of them, first one leg, then the other. And as suddenly as that, there was a half-naked woman in Tina’s apartment. She watched her kneel on the couch and bend slightly forward, arching her back. She crossed her arms and lay her head on them.
Like the rest of her, Sharon’s bottom was thin and angular but the cheeks were well rounded and firm as she presented herself. The room was suddenly small and warm. Tina, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, reached out tentatively and lay a hand on the girl’s hip. The velvety smooth skin was cool to the touch. She pressed slightly and Sharon, reacting, repositioned her backside slightly. The girl kept her legs chastely together revealing nothing but Tina couldn’t help gazing at the confluence of lines and curves, knowing what was concealed there.
“How many smacks?” Tina asked.
“Fifteen, I think”, Sharon said lifting her head and looking back over her shoulder. “I’ll count them off.”
Tina had thought five or six. “You ready?”
“I better be, huh?”
The paddle seemed oversized as Tina pulled back but, keeping her eye on the target, she swung firmly and connected soundly across both cheeks with a loud “CRACK!” Sharon gasped and choked “One!” At the second, she straightened slightly so that her bottom seemed to retreat from the paddle. “Two!”. Tina swung while the girl was upright connecting hard with the soft, slack flesh. “OW!”, cried Sharon. “Three!”
Sharon was breathless from the pain. Any thought she had of stoically taking her punishment was shattered. She tried to remember the last time her roommate had spanked her-it was with a paint stick as she bent over the desk in their apartment. It stung for sure but nothing like…”OWW! FOUR!”…and she wasn’t giving her a break-no pauses, not…”OW! FIVE!”. Sharon suffered through the middle swats waving at each blow, sticking her bottom back then straightening, as if driven by each swat. Sometimes Tina allowed her to reposition sometimes not. Should she ask her to stop? How could she do that after…”OWW! TEN!”
Sharon shifted onto her left knee and turned slightly as if trying to shield her bottom from the next blow. Tina paused and leaned forward with her free hand, again touching her hip-the opposite one this time. She patted her back into position. “Come on”, she said. “Only five more…” The girls bottom was mottled with a heavy blush on both cheeks and heat radiated as from a brazier. There was a red line traveling bottom to top along her crease. “This has to hurt”, she said soothingly.
“Oh, it does…It does…”
“Good then. Hopefully this will be what it takes to get you to crack the books and pay better attention to your studies”, she said affecting a stern voice with a slight smile that the girl couldn’t see.
Sharon righted herself and pushed her butt backward. “I need this”, she said snuffling slightly.
“I know you do…”
The next five swats were only light in the context of the previous ten-not to strictly punish, but to drive the point home. They smacked loudly; Sharon jumping and counting each. At “FIFTEEN!!” she crumpled to the side and sat on her hip, taking her bottom out of range.
“Jesus!” she sighed rubbing what she could reach. Her face was wet and she wasn’t shy about what she was showing as she sat there. It took Tina a moment before she allowed herself to see what the girl was presenting below her flat belly.
She placed the paddle on the side table and sat beside Sharon on the couch. “Here”, she said taking her shoulder. It didn’t take much pulling or coaxing before her young friend was stretched across her knees. She snapped a few tissues out of a box on the table and handed them up to her.
“Go ahead”, she said. “Cry. I know you’re not done.”
Tina cupped her bottom and pantomimed a spank that just touched Sharon’s behind. The girl jumped as if shocked.
“You want more?” Tina asked.
Tina spanked her again, this time harder. The thick softness of the girl’s bottom was pleasing. She was ready to spank again but noticed the Sharon’s shoulders silently quivering. In a moment she was sobbing.
“There, there”, said Tina softly patting her hot bottom.
“Next time, if there is a next time, I can spank you this way if you’d like.”
“The paddle wouldn’t work like this.”
“I’ll buy a proper hairbrush. Or I can use my hand. Would you like that?”
“Yes”, she said softly. “Yes, I would. Thank you.”
“Shhh… Cry now.”
Tina kept her hand on Sharon’s bottom. It wasn’t a lewd gesture as far as she was concerned. Not very different from rubbing a friend’s back to comfort them. Well, maybe a little different. She rubbed and patted and ran her thumb along the ridge of her divide as the girl’s sobs waned and she lay still, sniffling, her bottom soft, relaxed and pink. Very pink.