My roommate and I were both bi and part-time cross-dressers. We were also familiar with consensual B & D and had already worked out several code words, then went a step further and wrote scenes for each other, so that when we’re in the mood, we could call up the scene rather than try to explain it or coach someone through it. Sometimes we did a scene to please each other sometimes we asked for a scene because we were in a specific mood. So it was that I got an e-mail at work, which would appear innocent to the casual observer, but indicated to me that s/he wanted to do a specific CD spanking scene that evening.
When I arrived at the house I parked inside the garage, closed the door and went to the dryer to see what “she” had left out for me to wear. I found my favorite 34C black lace bra, matching garter belt and thong, lace top stockings, leatherette skirt and dark blue satin blouse. After changing clothes, I put on my favorite brunette with red highlights, pageboy wig and stepped into 3 inch heels now feeling completely feminine. Although, I had to remain dominant for the scene, no problem, it was going to be fun!
I found “her” straightening up the living room, wearing 4” high-heeled platform shoes and a hot blue mini-dress. “I got off work early so I called the TV shop and had them come out to finish repairing the big screen,” she said. “Oh, so did they send that young guy you were so hot for last time?” I asked. She kind of giggled and looked away. “So that’s the real reason for the micro-dress and heels, flirting…… or more?” I asked. “I just can’t resist turning them on,” she said, “besides it gets me so hot to see the bulge in their pants.” “We’ve discussed this before,” I said, “you know that it is 20 whacks on your bare bottom for flirting when I’m not around.” “Ohhhh noooo, come on I was just having fun, wasn’t like I was sucking his dick or anything, pleasssssse, nnnnoooo,” she whined. I sat down on the sofa and motioned her over, she walked up hesitantly, looking so slutty in those shoes; I grabbed her left hand and pulled her down across my lap, making sure her cock went between my thighs. “Nooo, pllllease, I didn’t even bend over a whole lot of times,” she protested. Of course I knew that she really meant the exact opposite, as I pulled up the hem of her dress a little further to expose even more of her creamy backside and revealing no underwear. “No panties!” I yelled, “now in addition to the hand you’re going to get the belt!” “No I didn’t do anything no, no, no,” she whined again. “Yes, yes, yes, and we’ll start by counting 20 from my hand,” I said as I landed the first stinging swat on her bottom . “Oww 1,” she squealed, “owww 2, stop it hurts!” “That is the whole point of punishment you little crybaby,” I said and landed number three and four squarely on her bottom. The more she wiggled the more her bottom came out from under the dress, she kicked her lace topped, thigh-high covered legs up and down and squealed as she counted out each number. And as the numbers escalated so did the firmness in my penis. Eventually, we reached 20, her dress was bunched up under her 32C bra and her buttocks were a nice pink. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you,” she said as she slid to her knees on the floor in front of me, and reached up to remove my panties. I arched my body up to let her pull them down, she took off my shoes and then the panties completely off. She then leaned forward putting her chest between my knees and dropping her mouth over my cock, slowly sucking it into her mouth as it enlarged even further with her touch. “Mmmmmmmmmmmm, nice,” I said softly, “ but you know the rules, and you are not getting out of your lashes,”.
