“Chloe! I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What a happy surprise!” Susan said, finding her daughter on the front doorstep.
“Hi, Mom!” Chloe replied, walked in, and gave her mom a hug and a kiss. “I have a reason for being here, but first I want to tell you again how much fun we had last night! Simone and Jamie have been talking about it all morning, and we’ve decided we definitely want to do it again during Spring Break! … if not sooner!”
“I’m so glad! And I’m really happy for you, Baby! That you’ve found such wonderful friends! Knowing what I know now about this crazy thing we do, I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you not to have someone to share it with! That must’ve been so hard!”
“It was. And it’s liable to get that way again after graduation. Jamie and Simone both have very promising career prospects, and while I’m sure we’ll be really good friends forever, it won’t be like it is now. And how long will it take before they find someone else that they’re closer to?”
“You don’t think Jamie will want to stick around? I’ve noticed how he looks at you, Chloe, and I suspect it’s more than just lust.”
“That’s what Simone says, and you may both be right, but he’s graduating with excellent credentials that will undoubtedly take him far in his career and possibly distance,” Chloe replied with a sad tone. “Anyway, where’s Dad?”
“He’s at the supermarket picking up some things for tonight. You three have inspired us to have our own little party in the spanking room tonight! I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting your Dad’s bottom for a little too long, and now he’s gonna get it good tonight!”
“Mom!? TMI!” Chloe cried. She loved that she and her Mom could talk about their shared fetish, but sometimes it felt like she went too far. Susan had a confused look on her face. “TMI? Too much information!” Chloe explained, and they both laughed.
“He just left, so he won’t be home anytime soon. What did you need him for?”
“There was something in the drawers upstairs that Simone wondered if we could borrow.”
“I’m sure he won’t mind whatever it is, but what is it?”
“The strap-on,” Chloe whispered as though embarrassed to say it.
“Oh, that! Sure, you can take it. We don’t use it anyway. I’d tell you more, but it might be more TMI!” she laughed. “For you and Simone?” she questioned, not in tune with the bi-sexual thing.
“No, actually, it’s for Jamie. Simone seems to think he’d like it.”
“Take it and don’t worry about returning it. Your Dad … um, anyway, just take it!”
Back at her house, Jamie was in the shower, but Simone met her at the garage door when Chloe came in, pulling the strap-on from the grocery bag she’d hidden it in.
“Ooo! You got it! Now here’s what I have in mind!” she said conspiratorily, sitting and planning with Chloe for that night.
“Are you girls almost ready?” Jamie called out to them in Chloe’s room.
“Just a minute, Jamie,” Chloe answered.
“So, as soon as we get back, right?” Simone whispered.
“Okay, but I feel bad. We keep teaming up on Jamie,” Chloe complained, remembering when she and Joanie had done it as well on their first camping trip.
“He’s always liked it in the end, hasn’t he?” Simone said, justifying the means to the end, and Chloe nodded. “Besides, if you two want to team up on me …!” she added with raised eyebrows, and the two laughed as they exited Chloe’s room. “Here we are!” she said to Jamie with a smile.
They went to a sports bar, not with any interest in the games, but for the noise and chaos that usually accompanied the plethora of screens. They were all missing the atmosphere of school, if not the classes; however, the familiarity also brought some other realizations.
“To our last night together!” Chloe said, holding her beer up high, trying to sound upbeat. Three bottles clinked together before each took a sizeable swig.
“We’ll be together again in two weeks!” Simone answered, always the optimist.
“Not living together,” Chloe responded, having felt rather alone in her house before they arrived. She was alone in her apartment at school, but it didn’t have the memories of her and her mom living together for so many years, so the house felt empty.
“I am looking forward to classes again, although it’s the last semester before we graduate,” Jamie added, changing the subject, though for Chloe, not one that made her feel any better. “I’ve already gotten an email from Sigma Phi telling me what I have to do when I move out!”
“Have you heard anything more on your internship applications?” Chloe asked him.
“I have two good acceptances, but I’m holding out for C-Level. They have the CFO services I’m interested in. I should hear from them any day now,” he replied hopefully. “The one I had over the summer was useless. I felt like I was just free labor to them!”
“That’s mostly what mine feels like. All I’m getting out of it so far is a feel for the structure and politics within a company,” Simone added.
“I have to worry about those next year as part of my Master’s,” Chloe said. “Get this! I have to take a course in Human Sexuality!”
“You ought to be good at that!” Simone laughed, giving Chloe a delicious kiss.
The three left the bar decidedly happier than when they arrived, though Simone’s mention of leaving early the next morning had subdued Chloe a bit. Having limited Jamie to two beers, he drove again, and they were back at Chloe’s house in no time.
“I’m taking a shower!” Simone declared and disappeared into the bedroom.
Chloe and Jamie quickly used the bathroom before Simone monopolized it. Jamie smiled at the sight of naked Simone as they met with him exiting. He went into the bedroom to change clothes.
“Jamie? Can you come here a minute?” Chloe called from her bedroom.
Jamie quickly put on his shorts but left his shirt behind, not wanting to keep her waiting. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Chloe sitting naked on the bed.
“You are so beautiful, Chloe!” he said as he walked toward her.
“I’m still feeling a little sad about you guys leaving tomorrow. Can you make me feel better?” she asked with a sad smile, as she lay back with legs open in invitation.
Jamie knelt first, then lay over the end of the bed with his face perfectly situated between her legs. With his arms wrapped around her thighs, his fingers lightly grazed her tender lips, eliciting soft sighs from her that became louder when his lips planted tender kisses from her bare mound to her pussy and below.
“Ohhh! That’s it. So good!” Chloe cooed.
Simone turned the shower she’d never intended to take off, and stood by Chloe’s door watching Jamie’s nibbles on Chloe’s pussy become fervent feasting. Chloe’s eyes were closed as her body reacted to his gifted tongue, driving Simone’s fingers into her own slit, wishing she were the one providing his dessert.
“Oh God, Jamie! I’m gonna … gonna … CUM!” Chloe cried as her juices flowed with Jamie licking them up, prolonging her rapture. “Again, Jamie? Please?”
She didn’t really need to ask him as he would have done it anyway, but that was Simone’s cue to join the fun.
Chloe could feel Jamie’s body jerk with the touch of two hands on his ass. A squeeze, a pinch, and then a hand between his legs told Jamie he’d been set up again, and he smiled into Chloe’s pussy with the anticipation of what he hoped was next.
“Well, well! What have we here? Two naughty kids having fun and leaving me out?” Simone accused, as she moved to the side of the bed, put her hand on Jamie’s head, and pushed it forcefully into Chloe’s crotch. “I think someone needs a spanking!” she added. moving behind Jamie again. “And since only one naughty bottom is available at the moment …” she started with a good smack, “I guess this one will have to do!”
Simone yanked his shorts and underwear down just enough to expose his cheeks and spanked randomly. She asked him if he wanted to be spanked, and he nodded, mumbled energetically, with Chloe giggling. Still just the appetizer, Simone continued spanking with her dominant hand while reaching under the bed for the bottle of lube they’d stashed there.
“Oh my! Jamie! I’m …” Chloe cried and came again as a result of Simone energizing his tongue with the spanking. She didn’t have to tell him to continue, but she loved his raised eyebrows when he felt the trickle of tiny drops of lube running down his crack.
“I think we should get these out of the way now,” Simone said while pulling his shorts and underwear off with his help, as the few drops of lube puddled right where she wanted them.
He groaned when he felt the tip of her finger spreading the tiny bit of slick fluid in teasing circles around his clenching anus. “Simone! Please!” he pleaded, removing his mouth from Chloe just long enough, but panted into her pussy when just her fingertip pushed in. Wiggling it about, she squeezed a generous amount of lube to run down his crack with another finger twirling in the flow.
With the fingertip quickly pushing in and out, she readied the other finger, and just when he relaxed enough …
“Oh fuck!” he mumbled into Chloe’s pussy, which got her laughing again.
She didn’t mind that his tongue was just keeping her interested. Having cum twice already, she was getting as much out of watching him get what he wanted as she was from his licking. She ran her fingers through his wavy hair and pulled his head up to look at her.
“You really like that, don’t you?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“Uh-huh!” he replied, his mouth alternately smiling and gaping like a fish.
“Maybe you’d like something a little bigger in there?” she asked, to his surprised face.
Surprise turned to questioning eyes when Simone’s finger vacated his ass, and he heard the tinkling of belt buckles. ‘Did you?’ his eyes asked, and Chloe nodded just as Simone appeared at the side of the bed, the black leather straps holding the smallest of three phalluses tightly to her petite body. Holding it in one hand, she squirted a liberal amount of lube into her hand and coated the shaft with it.
Jamie rose up on his elbows while Simone disappeared behind him. He was nervous when he felt the tip touch him, doubting it would fit.
“They say try to relax, but that always sounds silly to me,” Simone said, hinting at prior anal experience as she pushed lightly. “We’ll just take it slow. Okay, Jamie?”
Chloe saw him nod uncertainly, then a grimace while holding his breath. He started breathing again when Simone pulled back for another try. His breathing accelerated again, and his eyes opened wide for a few seconds until another retreat. Chloe stroked his hair to try to calm him, wondering if she could do this for him if he finally did like it. Another try with the same initial result, but he pushed back against it, and when it finally got past his sphincter, it slid in the rest of the way relatively easily. He started breathing again.
Simone pulled back but not out, adding more lube on the way back in.
“Okay, Jamie?” she asked as she moved it just an inch in and out.
“Y-y-yes,” he panted as he looked up at Chloe’s beautiful face, and she bent down to kiss him gently. “Oh God, Simone! Yeah!” he gasped as she pulled further back each time, and after the test strokes, he was feeling the full length moving inside him.
Once they settled into a rhythm, he stuck his face back in Chloe’s crotch and licked her with an intensity she’d not felt before.
“Jesus, Jamie!” she cried, feeling each of Simone’s thrusts in her pussy.
“Lift up, Jamie!” Simone instructed, pulling his hips up to direct him. “That’s it!” She reached around him and grabbed his thick cock. In sync with her lunging hips, she jerked him off.
“Oh my God, Jamie! I’m … I’m cumming!” Chloe shrieked.
Going as fast as she could, Simone tried to make him cum with Chloe and almost succeeded, with his a few seconds after hers. She left the dildo inside for a minute or so as both he and Chloe tried to breathe normally. She watched as, in typical Jamie fashion, he still licked Chloe’s pussy clean and kissed it before pulling back.
“Oh fuck!” he cried when Simone pulled out. He sat up and moved to sit next to Chloe, while Simone removed the strap-on and joined them, each with gentle hands meant only to comfort. Eventually, they found they could speak again.
“You two keep ganging up on me!” Jamie accused, “And I love it! But that doesn’t mean you don’t both deserve a good spanking for it!” The girls giggled, both hoping it wasn’t an idle threat. “This stunt has Simone written all over it!”
“Yeah,” Simone replied, accepting credit and blame.
“Get over my knee, you naughty minx!” he said, pulling her onto his lap by her wrist.
“Chloe helped!” she defended through her laughter.
“Oh, she’s getting it too! C’mon, Chloe! Right beside your partner-in-crime here!”
“You traitor, Simone!” she accused, laughing as she lay beside Simone.
“Look at this! Four perfectly naughty cheeks just begging to be spanked!”
“Ooo! Oww! Yeow! Ouch!” they cried as he worked his way across all four with surprisingly hard spanks, and then back again in the other direction.
He spanked continuously at a fast pace, with a force they weren’t expecting, but clearly enjoying, and randomly, never knowing which cheek would get it next. Chloe was thrilled, as she now suspected he was capable of giving her the kind of real spanking she had asked him for.
At first, they held hands, sharing their feigned misery, but soon they were kissing and then mauling each other’s tits, each wondering if they might actually cum from just this. A moot point when they felt the fingers of his free hand stabbing into their pussies, at first alternating between them, but then concentrating on Simone, reasoning that she hadn’t cum yet this evening.
Lips kissed, tits squeezed, finger fucked, and spanked hard, Simone was racing toward a climax unlike any before, her body shaking spastically when it hit. While she flopped in his lap like a fish out of water, he gave Chloe the same treatment, and though she didn’t have Simone’s added stimulation, she came explosively, too, actually wishing Jamie would continue spanking her the same way.
“Okay. That was the spanking,” Jamie said once the girls had quieted, “Now for the thanking!”
He had them roll like logs off his lap, and once free, pulled them each to the edge of the bed, where he knelt and thanked them with his tongue jumping back and forth between two perfect pussies.
They continued their fun for hours, often as couples, with one resting, but just as frequently finding ways for all three to give and take in equal measure. Nothing was out of bounds, but the spanking was mostly playful, though it could be slightly painful.
At the end, each wondered just how many times they’d cum as they lay exhausted in Chloe’s bed together, eventually falling asleep for the night.
In the morning, Chloe woke first, and after a moment’s disorientation, smiled at her best friends forever before getting up to take a shower. When she came out, she found Jamie in the kitchen drinking coffee. Chloe made a cup of tea and sat at the kitchen table. They spoke casually about the days ahead: a drive home, returning to school, and classes beginning.
When Simone joined them some time later, the conversation continued along those lines until Chloe offered to make breakfast. As she cracked eggs, fried bacon, and toasted bread, she told them the story of Mark liking a ‘big stack of pancakes’ for breakfast, including what it really meant, with shock and laughter ensuing.
“Chloe, your parents are, like, so weird and so cool at the same time!” Simone commented.
Chloe explained that living alone with her mom for so long created a special bond of friendship between them, in addition to the mother-daughter bond they already had. Unlike most, she wasn’t disgusted by the idea of her parents having not only normal sex, but kinky sex as well, since she’d grown up with the kink.
Soon, it was time for Simone to leave, and they followed her out to her car, Jamie lifting her suitcase into the back seat. There was more than a hint of sadness to their parting, which Simone tried to diminish with her bubbly personality.
“We’ll do this again for Spring Break, yeah?” she asked hopefully.
“Definitely!” the two replied separately.
“This time, I’m going to make the wheels!” Simone declared.
“Uh-oh!” Chloe and Jamie replied in unison, acknowledging Simone’s position as the try-anything-once member of their threesome.
As Simone drove off, waving energetically, Jamie put his arm around Chloe, who had tears running down her cheeks. Simone’s leaving felt like the beginning of the end, a symbolic reminder of the end she saw coming with graduation.
They walked back into the house together, with Chloe trying to come to grips with her feelings, knowing Jamie’s leaving would be as bad or worse. Facing it head-on, she asked if he was packed yet.
“No, I’m not. Chloe, you know, I don’t have to be anywhere,” he started, and seeing the hope in Chloe’s eyes, continued. “I could stay – I’d like to stay for a couple of days?” he voiced as a question. “Maybe celebrate the new year together?”
“Oh, Jamie! I’d love that! Thank you!” she cried, new tears rolling down her cheeks as she fell gratefully into his arms.
He’d worried about what her reaction to his suggestion might be, but now smiled proudly, happy that it seemed the perfect thing for him to do for someone who meant so much to him, not to mention his own joy at having her alone for a couple of days.
After going out for a quick bite for lunch, Jamie asked about a pair of bicycles in the garage and found himself cleaning them up and filling the tires with a hand pump for an afternoon ride. Halfway between street and mountain bikes, they had slightly wider tires, straight across handlebars, and shock relief in the front forks. They laughed as they set off, both a little shaky and joking about the adage of never forgetting how.
In ten minutes, they were on the Pinellas Trail, a rails-to-trails conversion of a railroad bed into a walking and biking trail. They headed north at a leisurely pace, unconcerned about the many cyclists that passed them. As flat as the terrain was, the most challenging parts were the bridges they’d built over major roads. Even with the long, gradual ramps, they were huffing and puffing when they reached the top, so they’d stop for a rest and use the high vantage point as a scenic outlook, surprised at how many people in cars waved at them before passing underneath.
They reached the destination Chloe had in mind, Taylor Park, and took a longer rest while enjoying the park’s amenities. Chloe was disappointed that an island within the enclosed lake was now off limits, its bridge fenced off.
“I used to love going out there to lie in the shade!” she told Jamie. “Even though it’s only a few yards off the shoreline, it felt a little more private, isolated from everyone else in the park.”
Instead, they found a spot on the shore where the long-needle pines had provided a thick, soft bed beneath to sit comfortably.
They talked about school, with Chloe more comfortable about it now that Jamie had decided to stay a couple more days, but she detected a hint of sadness in his comments.
“Aren’t you happy about finally being finished with school?” she asked.
“Yes and no. I almost envy you being able to stay a couple more years. I’ve got to go out and prove myself now,” he replied.
“Jamie, you’re bright, responsible, hard-working! All attributes that will make you successful. You know what you want to do, unlike the many students who have no idea where they’re going, or change their minds a zillion times!”
“I guess. I’m hoping this internship will make me more comfortable with the coming end of studies.”
“This internship? The one you wanted?”
“Yes. I got the email this morning, and I accepted it.”
“Jamie! That’s great! Congratulations!” Chloe said, leaning in for a kiss that started light but finished heavy.
Their lips parted, but their eyes didn’t, both wondering how the other felt about them. Chloe hadn’t been one for open displays of affection, but Simone and their threesome changed that, and she now wished he’d take her in his arms and kiss her passionately while rolling around in the pine needles. Jamie still wasn’t so adventurous, at least not in public, and wasted the moment suggesting they be on their way.
Their water bottles had emptied more quickly than they expected, so they filled them at a drinking fountain. Jamie inadvertently squeezed his bottle, and a short spout of water shot out, landing on Chloe’s t-shirt. She laughed it off, but stepped back and squirted half the contents of her filled bottle at Jamie, drenching his shirt. He shot back, and soon a full-blown water fight ensued, reloading the bottles when they emptied.
They filled the bottles once again, and Chloe smiled cutely as she shot Jamie again, like the one who started it all. He looked at her beautiful, smiling face and took her in his arms, kissing her the way she had wished under the pine trees.
They mounted their bikes and were soon on their way for the four-mile return trip. After stowing the bikes, showers for both had them wishing they’d done it together.
“Hey, Mom! About tomorrow night,” Chloe started when her mom answered the phone.
“You’re still coming, aren’t you? I’m looking forward to a New Year’s with you!” Susan said, sounding worried.
“Yes, but Jamie decided to stay a couple more days and …”
“I told you!” her mom interrupted.
“Yeah, I know. You may be right. We’ll see. Anyway, I’m sure it’s all right that he comes too, but I thought I should let you know.”
“We’d love to have him! Your dad will be happy he’s here, too!”
“Should I bring some wine? I don’t really like Champagne.”
“We’re not having Champagne. Your dad hates it, too! Just wine and we have plenty!”
She ended the call just as Jamie appeared from the bedroom, showered and dressed for dinner. He stopped when he saw Chloe staring and smiling.
“What?” he asked, wondering if something was wrong with his appearance.
“You’re very handsome, Jamie,” Chloe admitted, her feelings about him beginning to change.
“No, I’m not. I’m just an ordinary guy,” he replied with embarrassment at the compliment.
“Okay, ordinary guy! Ready to go?”
Jamie insisted on taking her out for a nice dinner because he was staying longer, and they went to her parents’ favorite little Italian bistro, Stefan’s. Jamie got her talking about her future, what she planned to do as a mental health counselor, and even how she’d chosen that profession. He was impressed by her genuine, caring nature. He shared similar information about himself, both somewhat surprised that these were new topics for them, but it left them both encouraged and proud of each other.
Over dessert, their conversation became more playful.
“You’ve been very mischievous this week, Chloe!” he observed, almost as an accusation.
“Why do you say that?” she laughed.
“You were so secretive about the night in your dad’s weird room. You weren’t winning any hands, seemingly happy to let me and Simone take all the spankings. I know Simone planned it, but you led me into the trap last night, even holding me in place while Simone, um … you know!” he exaggerated.
“I guess I have been a little sneaky,” she confessed, hoping he was setting something up.
“A little? And then there’s the water fight you started today!”
“Hey! You squirted me first!”
“That was an accident! Then you drenched me on purpose!”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” she defended, guessing what he would say next.
“I’m afraid, being sorry isn’t enough, young lady!” he replied sternly.
“Really, I am sorry … Sir!” she said, adding the honorific, acknowledging she now knew what was coming and was already feeling the arousal between her legs. “What are you going to … to do to me?”
“I think that when we get back to the house, you need a spanking! A real spanking!”
Chloe smiled at the thought that he’d just used the same phrase on her that she’d first used on him; the ever-useful you need a spanking.
They drove home in silence. Jamie was feeling rather clever about the way he’d engineered the situation, but also a little worried that it wouldn’t meet the needs she’d described. Chloe was very excited and pretty confident, after last night, that he knew what she wanted from this scenario. Still, that was much shorter than what she was anticipating tonight, and she figured she might have to encourage him to continue if he ended it too soon.
Suddenly, she remembered his requirement for a safeword, which she had agreed was a good idea, but how to introduce that into their role play now that it had already begun? She was to be punished, and one doesn’t have a safeword when being punished. She took out her phone, typed, ‘My safeword is bananas,’ and hit send. His phone pinged, but she didn’t know her text would appear on the infotainment screen in his car. She giggled, and he smiled briefly.
“I don’t think this is a laughing matter, Chloe!” he scolded.
“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, still with a hint of mirth.
He took her keys from her as they walked up to her door. He held the door open and led her in. At first, she wondered what happened to all the lights she was sure they’d left on, then she remembered he’d gone back in to allegedly get his keys. Sitting in the middle of the combined open living space sat a single chair, lit from above by the only light, and her leather paddle on the seat.
She turned to look back at Jamie with a face that she hoped showed a little fear, but also appreciation for the lengths he’d gone to make it just right. She bit her lip as he walked purposely toward her, took her by the wrist, and led her to the chair. He sat, moving the paddle to the floor, and had her stand at his side.
“I think you know you deserve this spanking, young lady!” he said, still holding her wrist tightly.
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry! Please don’t spank me too hard?” she pleaded, knowing that any other time, he would have taken the fake request to heart and gone easy on her, but not tonight.
“I will spank you as hard as it takes for you to learn not to be so sneaky! Now get over my knee!” he instructed, pulling her down by her wrist. She was barely in position when she felt her skirt being raised as he said, “I’ll let you keep your panties on at first, but the skirt is just in the way for the kind of spanking you need!” She recalled his request that she wear a skirt tonight and was glad she’d complied.
Jamie was excited too, largely because he could see how into it Chloe was, but his commanding persona also appealed to him, and before they’d even started, he was hoping they’d repeat it. He didn’t know that the panties she’d worn were called cheekies, but he loved how they looked on her perfect bottom with lots of bare cheek exposed already. He imagined she was expecting it to start without delay, but he couldn’t resist caressing briefly the most beautiful bottom he’d ever seen.
“Ohhh,” Chloe sighed, considering the pleasure just a tease before the pain. One hand lifted while the other remained, and she knew the first was coming. “Oh, God!” she cried when it hit much harder than she was expecting, only because she didn’t think he’d jump right in. It was perfect, as was the one that followed. “Oh, yeah!” she said, realizing too late she’d fallen out of character.
Jamie would tell her later that he appreciated the confirmation that this was what she wanted. He’d planned that the first dozen or so would be hard, building the sting quickly so those that followed could be less intense. He didn’t know how long she’d want it to last, but assumed, with the description as a real spanking, that it would be longer than any he’d give her before.
“I think it’s time for your panties to come down, young lady,” he said, dragging the elastic waist slowly across the warm surface of her dark pink cheeks.
“Oh! Ohh, yes! Please, Sir!” she cried as another element was handled just right. Somehow, no one had ever pulled her panties down quite so well.
Whimpers, rather than cries of pain, greeted his ears as he resumed, entranced by the sight of her cheeks bouncing under his hand.
On and on he spanked in several series of a dozen or three, building intensity gradually each time, either by slight increases of force, or concentrated attacks on a single cheek, and her body’s reaction followed suit. He watched her face, when he could see it, for expressions of pain, but even with the panting, she’d smile ever so mildly, telling him to continue.
“Are you learning to treat your good friends better than you have?” he scolded.
“Oh, God! Yes! Yes, Sir!” she squeaked in reply. “I will learn!” she clued to the fact that she hadn’t quite yet.
She’d given up analyzing or comparing, choosing to just enjoy what she now considered the quintessential example of a real spanking. Each exhilarating smack built gradually on the accumulation of a luscious sting she hoped would last for days. She especially liked those bridging both cheeks, his fingers on one and palm on the other, just above her thighs.
He liked those too, both cheeks undulating up, then down, so when she lifted her bottom into them, he continued for many more. He realized he was avoiding the paddle, mainly because he loved the feeling of her warm flesh in his hand.
“Oh, Sir! I’ve learned my lesson! I won’t do it again!” she begged, knowing it wouldn’t make him stop, but hoping he’d get the message to wind it up rather than having to call an abrupt end with her safeword.
“I’ll be the judge of that!” he said, launching into the most intense random spanking yet.
“Ow! Oh, God! Please, Sir! Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!” she shrieked, loving what she hoped was a finale, raising her hips to meet each breathtaking smack – until he stopped.
“Have you had enough, young lady?” he asked as his hands gently stroked her seriously hot bottom. He couldn’t believe not only that he’d done it, but that he’d enjoyed it so. Her whimpers and moans, added to the sensual squirming of her bottom under his hand, were a huge part of the reason. He’d always enjoyed giving pleasure more than getting it, and while spanking seemed incongruous with pleasure, he realized how it enhanced and magnified it to a rapturous level for her.
She took his patting her bottom as a signal that she could get up. With one hand rubbing the rough skin of her burning bottom, she managed to rise and sit in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder while her breathing normalized. She loved the way he held her and hoped the sting she felt from sitting would last for days.
“Was that good, Chloe?” he asked, still not quite sure.
“No, Jamie! That wasn’t good, that was perfect!” she sighed, and lifting her head to look into his smiling eyes, added, “You couldn’t have done it any better! Thank you!” Still unsteady in her movements, what she intended as a gentle kiss turned into lips mashed together. “What would you like to do now?” she asked with bedroom eyes.
“I’d love to take you to bed and make love to you!” he answered with emphasis on both uses of the word love, hoping she’d read more into it.
“I’d love that too!” she replied, having got the message.
When they rose, he took her in his arms for a loving kiss, before walking slowly to the bedroom, her hand rubbing one cheek and his the other.
“Chloe! Jamie! It’s so good to see you!” her mom gushed when she opened the door for them.
“Mom, I just saw you two days ago!” Chloe protested.
“Hello, um … Susan,” Jamie said, still uncomfortable using their first names.
“Hello, Jamie! I’m really happy you stayed! And you …” she started, turning to hug Chloe, “ … I’ll always be happy to see you, even if it was ten minutes ago.” She could see something in Chloe’s eyes and feel it in her body. Her daughter had something to share. “Jamie, Mark’s out back,” she said, happy when he headed that way. “Come in the kitchen!” she said excitedly to Chloe. “Will it be TMI if I ask what happened?” she asked when she heard the back door close behind Jamie.
“To hell with TMI! I have to tell someone about it! He gave me the most incredible real spanking last night!”
With colorful details, she told her mother how he’d set it up and delivered the best spanking she’d ever gotten.
“When we walked into the house, all the lights were off except one that was shining on a chair, sitting in the middle of the floor with the paddle you gave me on its seat. It was like a stage setting!”
“Funny! That’s exactly the way it was the first time I spanked your dad, except I had a hairbrush!”
“You didn’t tell me that part!”
“No, you were too busy blaming me for kicking him out before that!”
“Well, you did! Anyway, it was fantastic! And my bottom still stings!” she added. “Well, I had him freshen it up a little before we came!” she laughed.
“Let me see!”
She was about to object, but remembered how she’d insisted on seeing her mother’s red bottom after she got her first really sexy spanking from Mark, and, in a way, this was a first for Chloe too.
“Hello, Mark!” Jamie said to Chloe’s dad, seeing him kneeling, with his hands in the dirt, pulling weeds.
“Jamie! We’re really glad you could come!” he said, rising and offering his hand. “How are you? You look very happy about something!”
“I am happy! And I want to thank you again for your advice. I found out last night just how not fragile Chloe is!”
“Good for you!” Mark replied, not needing any more details, yet having a pretty good idea of what happened.
The four spent a wonderful evening together, joking and playing games. Every time Jamie was attentive to Chloe, mother and daughter would exchange a knowing glance, Susan believing they’d remain a promising couple.
The new year arrived with hugs and kisses abounding, continuing into two beds that night.
Weeks later, after they’d rung in the new year together, they were closer than ever. Simone even noticed a change in Chloe’s attitude toward Jamie and backed off a bit to give them some space. Chloe’s thoughts were still plagued by worries of what was to come after graduation, and she tried, unsuccessfully, to keep some distance to protect herself from being too hurt when he left after school.
They had a wild time in the spanking room at Spring Break, and Simone didn’t disappoint with her handling of the wheels. Of note were two very arousing new options. One involved the spanking machine with the spankee’s face in another’s crotch, while he or she got random, counted swats by the third, using the kill switch. The other had one on the bench, similarly giving oral to another perched on the bench in front of them, while getting spanked and fucked by the third; the strap-on was employed if that was girl-on-girl.
They spent the whole week together, enjoying the Gulf beaches with hundreds of other Spring Breakers, but the day before they were to go back to school, Chloe broke down in tears. She complained that this was probably the last time they’d do this together.
“C’mon, Chloe!” Simone said, “You don’t think we’re going to miss you too!? And our getting together like this is still possible during your school breaks and summer!”
“But it won’t be the same,” she cried.
“No. It won’t,” Jamie said soberly, “Life changes us, but to what degree, we still have some control over.”
“But I’ve never had friends like you two before, and soon you’re going to be gone!”
There was no consoling her, but eventually she accepted what would be, resolving to throw herself into her studies to minimize the impact.
Graduation finally arrived after exams and the rigamarole of students moving out and returning to the campus for graduation ceremonies. There were days of parties to celebrate and say goodbye to special friends. Chloe attended only to see classmates, maybe for the last time, and to meet Jamie. There weren’t many like her who would be returning in the fall to continue post-graduate studies. Most of her friends knew her plans and wished her well, often commenting they were glad it wasn’t them.
When Jamie arrived, he immediately sought out Chloe. She hugged and kissed him, desperately trying not to cry again when they finally connected.
“Where have you been?”
“At C-Level,” he said, his internship with the firm complete.
“Saying goodbye to your boss and friends?”
“No,” he replied simply.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not leaving,” he said with a smile, while confusion reigned on her face.
“What do you mean, you’re not leaving?”
“They offered me a job!” he said, letting that sink in for a moment. It had taken her so long to accept being left behind; she still didn’t get it. “And I accepted! I’m staying here, Chloe!” he said, finally putting it into words she could understand.
“What? Really? You’re staying here in Gainesville!?” she asked in disbelief, about to burst into tears.
“Yes, I’ll still be here while you’re getting your Master’s!”
“Oh my God, Jamie! Oh my God!” she cried with happy tears streaming down her face and falling into his arms. “Jamie! I’m so happy! Thank you!” she said, pulling back from her suffocating hug. “We have to go celebrate!” she said after a long, but gentle, kiss.
“I have a few people to say goodbye to first.”
“I’ll come with you, okay?” she said, her smile infectious as they walked arm-in-arm.
He was talking with a couple of frat brothers, who kept eyeing the beautiful girl on his arm, whom they’d heard so much about but never met. Chloe loved how proud he was to introduce her to them. As they talked, a question occurred to her that she waited to ask until they walked away.
“Jamie? Where are you going to live? You can’t stay at the frat house!”
“No, I can’t. I’ll need to find a roommate,” he said, turning to hold her again. “Know anyone looking for one?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
Chloe’s sharp mind was a bit dull with all the worry of losing her friends, and now the utter joy that Jamie was staying, so it took a bit longer to get his drift. Eventually, her eyes opened wide with sudden understanding.
“Jamie! We can live together!”
“We’ll need a bigger place than your small apartment,” he answered, loving the way she was slowly taking it all in.
“With two bedrooms,” she said with a wink.
“At first,” he added, also with a wink.
“This is all just too good to be true!” she said, smiling lovingly at his happy face. “I think I love you, Jamie!”
“Do you? Because I know I love you, Chloe!” he said with his heart suddenly beating wildly.
“Oh, Jamie! You’ve made me the happiest girl in the world!” she said, throwing herself into his welcoming arms.
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Chloe can breathe a sigh of relief knowing Jamie’s not leaving her behind, and it looks like they might have a future together. I hope you’ve enjoyed the way I brought this series back and to a satisfying conclusion and will ‘Like,’ ‘Favorite,’ and comment as such and … THANKS FOR READING!!
