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Story: Overheard - F/M
"Anyway, that's how it is with us," Stacy said as she sipped the last
of her coffee. Colleen had listened intently to Stacy's telling of
how she regularly administers discipline to her boyfriend during their
roller-coaster-like relationship. "He always comes back to me, and
every time he does after breaking up, I give him a good thrashing
before I'll start seeing him again. And after that, I have to
regularly discipline him to keep him in line."
Colleen, a quiet, reserved woman of 31, and Stacy, a 33-year old
blonde with a slender build and an in-charge demeanor, had been
friends for several years, from the time they both worked for the same
company. They had since changed jobs a couple of times and kept in
touch, although Stacy had not until today shared with Colleen the fact
that she disciplines her boyfriend.
"That's amazing, Stacy," Colleen replied with wide eyes on her
innocent-looking face. Stacy chuckled to herself inside at the way
Colleen could look so innocent and yet be so mature for her age.
"Maybe I'll get some pointers from you when I have an opportunity to
do someting like that," Colleen continued. "Right now, I'm not sure I
could follow through."
"Any time you want some information or help, you call on me, do you
hear?" Stacy admonished. "And don't be shy. I mean it when I say
I'll be there for you."
Colleen smiled wistfully and nodded as she reached over and squeezed
Stacy's hand. "What time should I be there tomorrow?" she asked.
"Around six, and we'll eat at six-thirty."
Stacy had invited Colleen to join her and her boyfriend for dinner the
following evening, which was a Friday. They took care of their lunch
tab and went back to their respective jobs.
Colleen showed up at Stacy's promptly at six with a bottle of chianti.
During the meal Colleen noticed that, although Stacy's boyfriend
could be a real jerk at times, Stacy had a happy glow about her much
of the time. Colleen thought to herself that if she were in a
relationship with someone like him, she'd have to be the dominant one
in order to keep from being walked on.
Stacy casually answered the phone when it rang after dinner. Colleen
overheard Stacy as she talked:
"Hello? Oh hi, Elisa. Just finishing up dinner. Mm-hmmm. No,
that's okay... No, tell me now... Oh REALLY? Hmmmmm. Really?
Are you sure it was... Yeah, that's right... That's not what I
heard... Damn! How can you be sure of that... Yes, I'll need to do
something about that... (sigh) Yeah... No, that's okay... All
right... Talk to you Monday. 'Bye."
After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed
her boyfriend, "I just had a conversation with Elisa. I want you to
go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle and the cane, get completely
undressed, and wait for me."
He looked up at her, "What's -"
"No argument!" Stacy snapped. "NOW! GO!"
Stacy stood firmly, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on
her face, until he had gone in to the bedroom and closed the door.
She went over to Collen, gently put her hands on Colleen's shoulders,
and said, "I have to punish him now. It shouldn't take more than
fifteen or twenty minutes. I'd really like for you to stay here, and
not leave. We can continue the evening afterward."
Colleen nodded agreement, her mouth immediately going dry.
Stacy disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door just enough so
that no one could see directly in. She left the door open a few
inches.
Colleen excitedly listened to the sounds coming from the other room.
This is what she overheard:
"Hand me that paddle."
(mumbling)
"I said: hand... me... the... paddle!"
"Okay now... Get over that chair."
(shuffling sounds)
Then the paddling started. The sound of the paddle on bare skin was
very distinct, which made Collen suspect that the strokes were being
applied very hard.
(Several strokes later)
"Aaaahhhh!"
(More strokes)
"Aaaaahhhhh!"
(The paddling continued)
"Owwww! STACY!"
(One hard stroke)
"No, get back in position!" (pause)
(The paddling resumed)
"Aaaaahh!"
"Oh God, Stacy!"
"Aaaah! Stacy, I can't -"
"You just stay there and hold on very tight! If you stand up again,
I'll add strokes with the cane."
"Owwwwwwww!"
"Aaaaugh!"
"Stacy! Please!"
As the paddling continued Colleen became aware of dampness between her
legs, and shifted her position several times. The paddling continued
for a few moments, the sounds of the strokes interspersed with
increasingly ardent protests and pleading from Stacy's boyfriend. The
paddling then stopped, and there was some hushed whispering coming
from the bedroom. The whispered conversation continued for a couple
of minutes. Stacy's boyfriend's voice then came through.
"No, Stacy, please!"
"Hand me the cane, NOW!"
(pause)
"Back into position! And don't interfere or get out of position or
I'll give you extra!"
Colleen heard the whippy cane making steady and repeated contact with
bared skin. In the bedroom, Stacy administered the caning with an
even cadence, one stroke every few seconds, interspersed with
admonishments to her boyfriend to stay in position. Outside the
bedroom, Colleen visualized the cane striating the bared bottom of
Stacy's boyfriend, her mental imagery accentuated by his cries of
pain.
As the severe whipping mercilessly continued, Colleen's trembling hand
quickly made its way under her dress and inside her panties. A brief
moment later Colleen closed her eyes tightly and she climaxed.
Suddenly the pace of the caning quickened considerably, with a
corresponding urgent and strident quality of the recipient's reaction.
To Colleen's amazement the caning continued, and her hand again
quickly slipped inside her panties and stimulated herself to another
orgasm.
Then Colleen overheard Stacy tell her boyfriend, "I'm going to go back
and talk to Colleen. I'll give you ten minutes to get yourself
composed and to come out and join us!"
Colleen smiled to herself.
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