“Hello Tara,” Alice said happily trying not to ogle Tara’s gorgeous legs that were on show, given she was wearing her tennis gear.
“Hi Alice,” Tara replied with a broad grin thinking how pretty Alice looked in her summery short-sleeved floral dress. She liked Alice and they had been friends for a while now. Tara was twenty-two years old and had lived next door to Alice for the last year.
“Time for a coffee?” Alice asked.
Tara looked at her watch. She was only going for training and there was no set time to arrive at her club, so smiled and replied, “Great.”
Even though Alice was thirty-seven-years-old she always took time to talk to Alice and often asked her in for a coffee and a chat.
This time though when Tara got to the living room, she noticed the bottle of wine and gave a questioning glance to Alice.
Alice blushed and admitted that she was about to have a daily glass of wine and asked if Tara wanted to join her for a glass instead of coffee.
Tara smiled, and replied a friendly, “Yes, please, Alice.”
One glass turned into three as they chatted happily.
Alice liked younger women. Women her own age were OK but as friends only and when it came to deeper feelings, she wanted to have those relationships with younger women like Tara. She looked for particular qualities and Tara had an abundance of them and was especially attractive to her. She liked the strict tone of voice that seemed to be so natural for Tara which was a voice that Alice felt had to be obeyed, and she had found that alone made Tara so attractive to her because Alice liked the idea of having another woman make all the decisions for her. She found that so sexy.
Even though Alice had always been a touchy-feely woman Tara was unaware that she felt that way about her. She was very aware of the age difference of course and all her friends pointed out how strange it was, and they compared Alice to the cougar persona that had made so many headlines in recent years.
However, Tara liked the idea of a relationship with an older woman. Even maybe with an older woman who could help her in making major decisions in her life in a way her own Mum had proven incapable of.
So Tara innocently took Alice’s friendship as almost a mother to her daughter whilst Alice had fantasised of a quite different relationship.
After the third glass of wine, Tara excused herself to go to the bathroom. “You’ll need to go upstairs, sweetie,” Alice said with a slight slur to her voice. “The downstairs loo isn’t working properly,” she explained.
“No problem,” Tara replied with a smile. She hadn’t really looked around Alice’s house before and for the first time noticed that most of the rooms were untidy. There were magazines and papers all around the kitchen, and clothes on the bed or the floors of the three bedrooms.
Tara returned to the living room and picking up her glass again, mentioned the general untidiness to Alice.
Alice blushed and mumbled, “I guess I’m not the tidiest of people am I?”
Tara agreed and trying to be helpful replied, “You need to be more disciplined in the tidiness of your house, Alice.”
Alice blushed again and said hurriedly “You think that I should be disciplined?”
Tara was surprised at the misinterpretation and looked thoughtfully at Alice.
Alice saw Tara’s look which she felt was a stern one. Flustered, she unwittingly continued the misinterpretation by adding in a nervous tone,” I do think that if my Mum had been stricter with me then I would be much tidier.” After a few moments, she added in an almost rhetorical tone, “So maybe being disciplined would be helpful.”
Tara smiled as she just thought that Alice had innocently misunderstood what she had meant which was self-discipline rather than being disciplined. However, as she took another sip of her wine she asked teasingly, “What kind of discipline are you meaning, Alice?”
Alice’s mind was still years back with her own Mum and she replied in a thoughtful but distant tone, “My Mum let me get away with everything. I sometimes think that if she had punished me I would be more thoughtful now, and certainly tidier.”
“What kind of punishment do you think your Mum should have given you?” Tara asked now suddenly interested in what she felt was some deep thought admission.
Alice was still miles away and replied, “Well I think a good hard spanking wouldn’t have gone amiss.”
“You have never been spanked?” Tara asked in a surprised tone.
“No never,” Alice replied dreamily.
Tara realised that Alice was being serious and that she was actually thinking back to when she was younger and was regretting the lack of discipline she had experienced. Suddenly it was clear what she needed to do and said, “So you reckon if your Mum had spanked you when your bedroom was left untidy it would have taught you to tidy it up without being asked?”
“I do.” After just a moment she added seriously, “I mean I really do, and I have regretted it and blame that for being so lax at home.”
Tara bit her lip before asking testily, “So maybe I could help you there?
Suddenly Alice cleared her head, looked at Tara, and smiled. “What? Maybe you could give me a spanking? Is that what you mean?”
Tara gave a wicked smile. “Why not, Alice? Do you reckon it’s too late at your age?”
Alice gasped. “Too old? Me? No way,” she said emphatically although blushed again as she realised just what she had said. However, all she could do was look at Tara whilst biting her lip and thinking. After all, she had had another fantasy for as long as she had known Tara and that was to be spanked by her and make love afterward as she cried her eyes out.
Tara also realised that Alice wanted to be spanked. In fact, more than that that she wanted to be spanked by her. How cool was that she told herself? Her friends would be so jealous and serve them right, as, after all, they knew Tara fancied Alice and they had ribbed her for ages over the age difference. What if she could tell them that she had spanked her much older friend?
Alice swallowed hard as she saw Tara thinking through what she had said. She thought she needed to step back a bit though as after all Tara was only twenty-two-years-old and she was thirty-seven-years-old which was hardly the right way around for a spanking. A moment later though and she had changed her mind as it couldn’t be too old, of course. After all, it was she who wanted to go out with younger women. In fact, she wanted to go out with much younger women, and not once had she fantasised about spanking anyone. The only fantasy she had was of being spanked and she had thought enough about being spanked by Tara.
Even so, she did backtrack and gave an almost hysterical laugh and said, “Don’t read too much into what I am saying as it’s mostly the drink.”
Tara asked meaningfully, “What do you mean by ‘Mostly,’ Alice?”
That threw Alice. She blushed and saw Tara smile at her discomfort and spluttered, “Well, erm, I, erm, mean, erm …”
Tara said forcefully, “You mean that if you knew you would get a spanking then you would jolly well make sure your house was tidy. That’s it isn’t it?”
Alice was getting nervous at where the conversation might be going but remembered she had started it. “I guess,” she replied uneasily.
Tara played along and said in a stern tone, “I could take on that role for you. I mean the mothering role teaching her naughty daughter a lesson. I could say, come back in two days and if you haven’t tidied up the house, I could give you a spanking. How does that sound?”
Alice watched Tara take another sip of wine. She looked so confident and spoke so assertively, and maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea? After all, she would get to experience that fantasy of hers by being spanked by Tara. Alice suddenly remembered Tara’s age though, and stammered, “But you are much younger than me, Tara. Maybe someone older should do it?”
Tara spat out, “Hah, so I’m good enough to chat to but not old enough to discipline you. I bet I’m not too young to kiss you, am I?”
“Well, no, erm, I mean, erm.”
“What then?” Tara demanded
“Your age compared to mine?” Alice said hesitantly.
“Really?” Tara scoffed. “Age isn’t the thing, Alice. It’s about respect and acceptance and you definitely have to respect the person who spanks you. With a parent that is easily understood. By a friend is different but I rather think you respect me, don’t you?”
Alice conceded, “Oh yes, Tara, I really do respect you.”
Tara continued. “Secondly it is acceptance. You must accept giving disciplinary control to someone else. Again, with a parent that is almost taken for granted, but in our case what you need to do is accept you have given me disciplinary control over you. You need discipline in your life, and I am very able to give you that discipline. Again, that is not an age thing. It just so happens I am way younger than you but we both know I am more than capable of disciplining you.”
Alice started to nod her head. Whilst her mind was still in a whirl, she knew Tara was right and added to which Alice had pictured herself across her lap so many times. She just had to take that step from fantasy to reality. She bit her lip as she yielded to her long held desires, and said, “You are so right, Tara. I do respect you and I will accept your disciplinary control over me.”
Tara was ecstatic. She said emphatically, “Not just today, Alice. I will have control over you for the future as well?”
Alice gave a hesitant smile, but conceded, “Yes please, Tara, and for as long as you say.”
Tara smiled as she replied, “It will be for a very long time then.” She leaned forward and, putting her hands on the back of Alice’s head, pulled her in close and gave her a firm kiss on the lips.
Although initially, Alice resisted, she soon succumbed as she felt Tara’s power and started to kiss her back. She parted her lips and Tara’s tongue eagerly rushed inside and intertwined with her own yielding tongue.
Tara pulled herself away but only by a few inches and glared at Alice and continued in her haughty tone, “So do you want two days to clean up your house or should I spank you now so that you know what a good spanking is and maybe won’t relish another one in two days’ time?”
Alice was breathing deeply as the kiss had been so wonderful and Tara’s domineering voice was so sexy. Her mind was in a whirl and confusion reigned as she replied, “What do you think is best for me, Tara?”
Tara loved the way Alice was being so submissive and knew she would love the position of authority she now had over her older friend. Even so, she fully intended to do what was best for Alice and gave her truthful opinion, saying, “I think I should spank you now so you will know what to expect if you don’t get the house cleaned in two days’ time.”
Alice nodded and bit her lip as she showed her acceptance of Tara’s decision.
“That is settled then, Alice,” Tara said jubilantly, continuing, “Better get your dress off so it doesn’t get all crumpled up.”
Alice took a deep breath as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it as she watched Tara go and sit on an upright dining chair.
Tara smiled as Alice carefully folded her dress and placed it on another chair before turning and waiting for instructions. Tara savoured the sight of her friend standing uneasily just in her bra and knickers.
“Stand by my side, Alice,” Tara ordered pointing to the floor to her right.
Alice walked over and stood where she was told and looked down at Tara’s bare thighs. She breathed heavily as the fantasy was even closer to being turned into reality as she was soon going to experience the reality of going across Tara’s lap.
“Get your knickers down, Alice,” Tara ordered.
Alice reacted obediently as she pushed her knickers down to her ankles before straightening back up again.
Alice looked down at Tara’s bare thighs again, which were fully on show as her gym skirt had risen right up. Her pussy quivered as she realised that she would soon be laying across those bare thighs and her tummy would be bare as well so her skin would be on Tara’s skin and that thought sent more quivers through her pussy.
Tara tapped her lap as she eyed Alice standing there in her bra. “Get across my lap, Alice,” she commanded.
Alice again reacted obediently as she eased herself down across Tara’s lap. She could not resist touching Tara’s bare thigh as she eased herself down until her tummy rested across Tara’s firm bare lap. Once fully over she was actually enthralled by the feeling of total submission what with the close-up view she had of the backs of Tara’s firm legs and of her painted toenails in her upside-down position across her lap which added to her feeling of submission, and as she felt Tara’s hand rubbing her bottom, she again felt quivers racing through her pussy.
Tara looked at Alice’s soft bottom cheeks as she rubbed in circles time and again. She was in total control and was loving every moment and as she rubbed she ran her hand down the inside of Alice’s thighs and her fingers brushed along her pussy mound. The gasp of delight from Alice made Tara smile.
Alice was embarrassed by her erotic groan but could not help herself. She knew the feeling of pleasure would soon turn to increasingly intense pain, but she was going to experience what she had wanted for so long.
Tara raised her hand and brought her open palm down hard on Alice’s left bottom cheek. She enjoyed watching Alice’s bottom cheek swirl around and smiled at the gasp Alice gave, and that joy was increased as she spanked Alice’s right bottom cheek and then spanked her again and again on alternate bottom cheeks.
Alice gasped louder and louder as the spanks landed, aware that initially they were on alternate bottom cheeks and then found when the spanks landed time and again on the same bottom cheek they were harder to cope with, and the intensity increased as Tara spanked on the same spot time and again. However, she reminded herself that she had fantasised about Tara spanking her and expected some pain and so as the stinging intensified, she reckoned she was getting the experience she wanted.
Tara was enjoying landing spank after spank on Alice’s bottom as she saw the bottom cheeks turn deeper shades of red and listened to Alice’s increasingly loud gasps and knew the benefit of spanking the same spot time and again, and equally knew spanking the backs of Alice’s legs would generate even louder gasps.
Alice threw her head back as the spanks landed on the backs of her legs and could not stop herself squirming around on Tara’s lap. She knew she would start to sob soon and felt more and more like a naughty girl being spanked by her Mum. That was so different to her friend’s assertions that she was mothering a girl fifteen years her junior. What would they say when they discovered that in fact, it was her being mothered by the much younger woman?
Tara heard Alice sniff back the tears and spanked even harder as she wanted the tears to roll down her face.
Alice gave up all pretences of coping as her tears started to flow. She kept on squirming around on Tara’s lap as the spanking continued apace with so many spanks landing on the backs of her legs.
Tara was getting much more pleasure than she had expected from giving the spanking but still told herself it was what Alice needed and so she decided upon a final couple of dozen very hard spanks to finish off.
The spanking ended and Alice stayed across Tara’s lap as she continued to cry.
Tara rubbed Alice’s bottom waiting for her to calm down a bit before ordering in a motherly voice, “You can get up, Alice.”
The thirty-seven-year-old obediently eased herself up from Tara’s lap and stood up. Her hands flew to her bottom and she rubbed furiously as she stepped from foot to foot. She had already kicked her knickers off during the spanking and was wearing only her bra now.
Tara stayed seated on the chair with her arms and legs crossed looking the very dominant woman she now felt like and was definitely going to repeat the experience. However, she also knew this was a trial although was sure that her feelings probably matched Alice’s judging from her glistening pussy hair mound at least which was clearly on show as Alice still jumped from foot to foot as she rubbed her bottom. So, happy with the way the spanking had gone, Tara stood up and again put her hands behind Alice’s head and pulled her towards her.
Alice’s bottom was stinging madly but she found that so erotic as Tara pulled her in towards her. Soon her lips were parted, and Tara’s tongue filled her mouth. Her tears continued to roll down her face, but she savoured Tara’s passionate kiss.
Tara felt behind Alice’s back and unclipped her bra.
Alice obediently slid the bra down her arms and let it fall on the floor
Tara pulled her close and with one hand caressed her soft full breast and with the other ran her finger along Alice’s very wet pussy.
Tara pulled herself away and smiled at the wet faced Alice, and asked, “Do you reckon the house will be tidy in two days?”
“You bet,” Alice replied as she rubbed her bottom again.
“Maybe I should show you what happens when you are well behaved then?” Tara asked as she again slipped her hand between Alice’s legs and rubbed her fingers along her very damp pussy lips.
Alice gasped with delight as the quivers again fluttered around her pussy and she cried out as her first orgasm exploded inside her and realised this was as exciting as the spanking itself and told herself she wanted both again. She whispered into Tara’s ear, “I’m not sure what I like the most, but I love them both.”
Tara replied, “Well so do I, Alice,” as she led Alice by the hand towards the door. “Let’s go upstairs and discuss your cleaning regime after we spend a bit of quality time in bed.”
Tara smiled at Alice and added, “Maybe we should list out a few other things that could be rules which if you broke it would earn you another spanking?”
Alice replied, blushing, “I think there should be lots of rules.”
“So, lots of times you will earn a spanking?” Tara asked still smiling.
“Lots and lots,” Alice accepted blushing but so enjoying being submissive to such a wonderfully dominant younger woman.
A very acquiescent Alice followed the assertive Tara upstairs looking forward to being dominated and loved by her, and that is just what has happened since.
