Continued from Different Flavors of Normal
Doctor Joyce Maple. Bachelor of Science, Biology. Dean’s List four years. Four years of med school plus her downstate residency. Always at the top of her class, now her field. Also one of the most self-aware humans she knew-every move she made was measured, thought through, planned beforehand. Until last night. Until she turned control over to this young sprite from down the street who was now undoubtedly her lover and tied to her in a way Joyce would have never thought possible. And who was lying expectantly over her lap.
Joyce really didn’t know what to do with this. Beyond the obvious, of course. The girl’s bottom was presented stretching against the blue panties barely containing it. Last night Megan did unto her. Now, she was charged with taking control and was at a bit of a loss. But she didn’t want to disappoint, especially after the gifts she had received not twelve hours ago. She would do her best.
Her smacks were tentative, light, mostly fingers, directed at the meatiest parts. The girl wriggled after each and never failed to lift in response as if wanting to present a better target.
“Okay?” asked Joyce.
“Yeah, nice. Could be a little harder…”
“Use your whole hand. Like slap me.” Joyce hesitated and rubbed the girl’s back with her free hand. “You won’t hurt me”, Megan said. “Not really.”
Joyce had smacked two people in her life. Betsy Ann Hadar in fourth grade after she had pulled her hair. She had hauled off and slapped her hard on the arm. Then of course, her husband, the one time, across the face. Both of those were harder than what she was laying on Megan.
“Okay, then,” she said lifting her hand higher. She slapped harder and was answered by a mewling “mmmmm…better…”
“Yeah, better. For a wimp.”
“You…” she smiled and pinched an upturned cheek. “I’m not a wimp!”
“You spank like one…”
“Oh really?” she said. “Lift up.”
“Why?” said Megan cheekily, in a whiny voice. With the voice inflection, Joyce got it. She had a six-year-old. She knew how to play games. Maybe not this particular one, but a game was a game.
“Because I’m going to pull down your panties and spank your bare ass!” she said firmly.
“Aw, man…” Megan whined again but lifted her hips. When she did, Joyce stuck her fingers into the elastic of the panties and pulled them, very slowly, down to mid-thigh smiling at the sound of Megan’s soft gaspy moan as she did.
“Now we’ll see who’s a wimp.” Joyce left fly with a swat that landed hard on the bottom of Megan’s bottom with a jolt that stopped them both.
“OH…” Said Megan.
“Better now…?” asked Joyce massaging where the blow had landed.
“Yes. Now more…”
Megan closed her eyes and felt every swat to her toes. She wouldn’t ask her to go harder. This was fine. More than fine. Every smack, every touch of hand to bottom launched her through vivid warp speed memories of the hundreds of orgasms she’d had over the years fantasizing about being spanked over Doctor Maples’ lap. She stopped thinking and was enjoying the ride and the heavy heat and flowing feeling from below.
As Megan had the night before, Joyce listened between smacks using tiny whimpers, or gasps or an “Ooooo…” or an “Awww….” to direct her. She paused to slide the panties all the way down then off. Her swats weren’t as hard as they might have been, but they certainly weren’t light.
Almost five minutes in, Joyce realized that this wasn’t doing it for her. Not really. It was fun, for sure. Being this intimate with another woman was new and exciting and she wondered if she’d ever look at women’s bottoms the same way again. She could have sat here and just rubbed her bottom and it would have been fine. But as Megan’s butt was getting pinker, Joyce’s hand was tingling but not much else.
It was different, but what she really liked was how much Megan seemed to be enjoying herself. Her squeals were becoming moans as she, freed from the binding panties, started to ride her leg like a hobby horse with every smack. She could do this for her, no problem. Especially after last night and the way she…the way she hadn’t… Joyce paused to rub the pert pink cheeks gently. Something had been bugging her.
“Megs?” she said.
“Mmmmm…?” she answered not looking up.
“I’m sorry about last night.”
Megan’s head lifted at that. “Sorry? About what?”
Joyce found it easier to talk with her hand cupping the girl’s warm bottom gently squeezing. “I came three times!” she said. “In my life I’ve never…then I passed out like a lump.”
“You did check out pretty good”, said Megan rubbing Joyce’s ankle and calf.
“I woke up, it was still dark and you were gone. I missed you…I wanted to…give you something back…”
Now Megan looked back over her shoulder and pulled her hair behind her ear. “Last night was about you my love”, she said with shining eyes.
“The thing is, I’ve never…I don’t know if I can…” she stumbled for the words.
“Don’t know if you can what?”
“Like you did…”
Megan kept gently squeezing Joyce’s calf, letting her work it out.
“I’ve never gone down on a woman…”
“I know that…”
“But I don’t know if…”
“Don’t worry about it. Like kissing, practice makes perfect. I’ve had more practice than you…”
“Shhh…stop thinking about what you can’t do. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Really?” said Joyce brightening and pulling her hand off Megan’s butt.
“Except this!” said Megan, somehow finding loose skin on Joyce’s leg to pinch. “This you have to do. For the rest of your life.”
Joyce laughed lightly and delivered a soft slap. “Bad girl…”
“Yes,” said Megan sighing heavily. “Very bad…” She absorbed a few more slaps before she said, “There are other things you can do.”
“Like right now for instance.”
“I know, shut up and keep spanking.” She did.
“Yes, but there’s something…put your hand on my bum.” Joyce paused and did as she was told. “Now slide it down between my legs.”
“Okay coach,” she snarked. “I know how this works.”
Joyce cupped the warm cheek at the top of Megan’s thigh then slid her fingers gently between her legs hesitating not at all as she touched the wetness there.
“Good Lord”, she said sliding easily along the dripping folds.
“A little damp?” came the whisper from the downturned head.
“And the ocean’s a puddle…”
Without any more prompting, Joyce slipped her middle finger into the sopping slit. Megan moaned at the welcome intrusion and shifted her legs wider, lifted her butt higher. Joyce, still responding to movements added a second finger. She worked them gently in and out as the girl began to wriggle and sweetly clenched her bottom cheeks. This Joyce knew how to do from months of solo practice.
When she touched the hard nib of Megan’s clit the girl growled and pitched forward presenting her bottom even more wantonly. Joyce touched it, flicked it, then sliding around in nature’s own lubricant began rubbing with a purpose.
“Oh…oh…Joyce…Joyce….!!!” Megan’s words were cut off and swallowed as she grabbed the woman’s ankle and held tight seemingly ready to stand on her head. “I’m going to… come Joyce…You…are going to make me….UUUHHNNNNN…” And just like that she did. Joyce kept slick contact with the pulsing pearl until Megan, deflated, lay across her lap like a discarded prom dress.
Joyce, ever the perfectionist, didn’t need anyone to tell her she’d done a good job. She smiled and stroked the still warm bottom until she heard a sniffle. “Hey”, she said reaching down to help Megan to her feet. “Are you crying…?”
“No! I mean…not really. Not like crying.” Megan stood unsteadily before her.
“Your cheeks are wet…” Joyce took her hand. “Is that from the spanking?”
“No! No…no…everything. Just…just…wow…” Megan wiped her cheeks with the backs of her hands, then stepped between Joyce’s legs and sat on her lap. The warmth of the girl’s naked, moist bottom on her thighs stirred her in a surprising way. Without warning or preamble, Megan wrapped her arms around Joyce’s neck and pulled herself close kissing her deeply. A kiss that was returned in eager intensity. Yes, Joyce was now the one stirring.
They uncoupled and sat still, forehead to forehead, meditatively sharing space and breath in a way that seemed natural. Time had, if not stopped, slowed to a glacial pace as neither wanted to break the seeming spell that had befallen them. Then, without a word, as if prompting a cat, Joyce used her forehead to push Megan backward. With the space open between them she slipped the girl’s jersey over her head knowing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Then she pulled her close again to slide her hands over the girl’s naked body and accepting her head onto her shoulder.
After a moment, or an hour, “Megan?”
“Would you take me to bed and teach me something?”
Megan lifted her head and nibbled at Joyce’s ear before answering. “What do you want to learn?” she whispered.
“Everything you know….”
Megan pulled away, a crooked smile on her lips. She kissed her Doctor on the cheek and stood, more steadily this time. “Come my queen”, she said reaching toward her.
Joyce took her hand and rose, then happily followed the pink rump into the house.