Confessions: M/f, f/f, edgy

[jennifer_uk_sg]

This is part of a roleplay I’m doing with a lovely man here in chat, but I think it stands alone quite well without much need for introduction. You should be able, with just a little imagination, to reconstruct what has happened previously, as well as what is to happen next… which I very much hope to be roleplaying in the very near future! Enjoy x

The two girls were supposed to be doing homework, and Holly did at least have her chemistry textbook open at the right page – but as she was lying on her back on her friend’s bed with the book face down on her stomach, it would still be hard to describe what she was doing as “studying”.

Her classmate, Jennifer, was on her front, elbows raised and looking pensive, her chin resting on Holly’s arm. Both fifteen year olds were still dressed in their school uniforms, and apart from the difference in hair length and colour might have been mistaken for twins. Jennifer’s soft brown hair brushed her shoulders, while Holly boasted a long mane of natural, blonde locks which required many hours of attention with a hairbrush every week. Both were members of numerous sports clubs and school, and had lithe bodies with soft, clear skin. The two each looked out onto the world through striking blue eyes, although Jennifer’s hid a secret that she knew she now had to share with her friend.

“Holly,” she said at last. “I need to tell you something.”

Holly rolled onto her side and looked at her companion, recognising the serious tenor of her voice. She frowned.

“What kind of something?”

“Just… something,” Jennifer replied, avoiding her friend’s gaze, then looking at her with a sudden intensity. “You have to promise not to be cross with me!”

Holly’s frown deepened.

“Why would I be cross with you? What have you done?”

“Promise!” Jennifer insisted.

Holly’s face darkened.

“No, I won’t…. what have you done? Why do you think I’m going to be cross?”

Jennifer looked away, her pulse quickening. As so often over the last few days, she became suddenly and intensely aware of the cotton of her knickers pressing against the tender flesh of her bottom.

She swallowed and continued.

“Well… you remember telling me about the way your dad punishes you when you’ve been naughty?” Jennifer began, her voicing catching slightly as she spoke the final word.

Holly was looking at the other girl with curiosity, bordering on menace.

“Yessss….” she answered slowly. “You mean about him spanking me?”

“Yeah,” Jennifer agreed quickly. “That. And, um… showing me your bottom after he caned you last month for getting drunk at Tanya’s party?”

Jennifer’s throat felt like sandpaper, recalling the vision of Holly’s bare bottom, laced with fine red welts, which she’d shown her friend after her caning. The image of her stroking Holly’s hair and soothing her, stroking her poor, sore bottom… of kissing the horrid red welts… was burned into her memory, and even now it stirred a damp heat within her.

Holly smiled now, remembering herself.

“Yes, of course I remember. That’s what friends are for, eh?” she replied. “I was so pleased I had you to talk to that night, and, um…” She giggled softly, continuing, “And to help me to… try to forget the pain of being punished.”

That had been the night they strayed past a gentle kiss and into a more intimate entanglement. Holly leant towards the other girl and brushed her lips against Jennifer’s shoulder, remembering the urgency and delight with which they had explored one another, and was taken aback when Jennifer pulled away and sat up on the bed instead of responding.

Looking up into Jennifer’s face, the blonde girl saw conflicting emotions, and a sudden determination. This really was something serious, she thought.

“I went round to your house on Wednesday night… when you were out at Guys and Dolls with your mum,” the dark haired girl blurted out suddenly, watching her friend for any reaction, but seeing nothing she could read at first.

“You went round… even though you knew I was out…?” Holly asked, confused.

The other girl had obviously decided to just get whatever it was out into the open, and rushed onwards.

“That night… after your dad caned you… you remember what I said about how it made me feel?” she asked.

“Well, yes,” Holly nodded. “I think the word ‘horny’ might have been used.” She smiled. “And, well, you demonstrated that pretty clearly later on as well. I seem to….”

The moment of realisation was almost comical, though neither girl was in the right mood for laughing. Holly’s mouth hung open for a moment, then closed slowly before she spoke again, more slowly.

“Oh… my… God…” she said in a flat monotone. “You went on purpose… to… to get my dad to spank you.”

It was a statement, rather than a question, and Jennifer answered it with silent tears.

Holly continued.

“And... and he did!” she exclaimed. “How? What happened?”

Jennifer told her friend about the weak story she’d concocted about coming round to work on a science project, about looking in Holly’s room for a book… about her failure even to attempt to come up with a legitimate sounding book title… about her noting jauntily that she knew how he dealt with his daughter when she was naughty… and, finally, about what happened next…. the bare bottom spanking and, of course, the sound application of the cane to Jennifer’s naked cheeks.

There was silence for many seconds, broken finally by Holly whistling softly between her teeth.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph”, she whispered. “I cannot believe you did that…”

Jennifer looked into her friend’s eyes, biting her lip hard, hoping for an indication of what the other girl was thinking.

“You are a complete trollop!” Holly said at last, with something approaching a grin. “You should completely, one hundred percent be locked up for the good of everyone around you… you do know that, right?”

Jennifer relaxed, hoping that the worst might be over, though knowing that there was still one major revelation still to come.

“I know… I can’t believe I did it either,” she admitted.

Holly shook her head, fair hair flicking prettily around her pale face, before fixing her friend with a purposeful stare.

“Well, you’d better show me the results then, don’t you think?”

Jennifer smiled and rolled over onto her stomach. “I guess so,” she answered, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, pulling down her knickers and flipping up her skirt to reveal the criss-crossed marks, faded a little after two days, but very much still in evidence.

“Fuck,” Holly said simply. “Is that what my bum looked like after dad caned me?”

“Pretty much,” her friend replied, breathing in sharply as she felt Holly’s fingertips running one by one along the tracks left by the cane, and then turning around to face the other girl again… knickers still round her thighs.

“And… er… there’s something else,” Jennifer said, looking nervous once more.

“Well, it will have to be pretty terrible to be worse than that,” Holly replied, looking straight at her.

Jennifer looked at her fingers.

“I… um… might have told your dad about what we did that night… about us kissing and… er… everything,” she explained.

Holly covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide. Several times she went to speak, but each time nothing came out.

“And,” Jennifer continued, wanting to get it all said as quickly as possible, “he wants me to come round to your house at 9am tomorrow morning.”

She looked at her friend, trying to take her hand, but Holly pulled it away, looking back at Jennifer with a slowly shaking head.

“I think…” Jennifer said slowly. “I think he’s going to cane us both together…. for… for being…” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she repeated the word that skewered her soul on each utterance: “… naughty”.

Holly’s head carried on shaking back and forth for several more seconds, a kaleidoscope of expressions crossing her face, until finally she settled on something approaching resignation.

“Well thank you Jennifer, my best friend… that’s just what I want on a Saturday morning. My bare bum thrashed with a cane to satisfy the unhinged sexual cravings of a teenaged masochist.”

Jennifer bit her lip, attempted a smile and shrugged uselessly.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

“Sorry?” Holly repeated, wide eyed. “Sorry??”

She nodded, raising her hand and pointing her index finger at Jennifer.

“Yes,” she said. “Because if anyone’s been a ‘naughty girl’, it’s been you, hasn’t it, Jennifer?”

Jennifer sighed.

“Yes. I suppose.”

“You suppose,” Holly echoed, reaching down to the floor and grabbing her schoolbag, raising it in the air, upturning it and tipping the contents out onto the bed, her prized, heavy, rosewood hairbrush landing on top of the pile. She picked the hairbrush up, weighed it in her hand, and then looked at Jennifer again, her eyes now a steely grey.

“Oh, there is no question about it,” Holly said, standing up and pulling Jennifer to her feet before sitting back down on the side of the bed. “You have been a very, very naughty girl… and you are well versed in what happens to naughty girls, aren’t you, my love?”

Jennifer looked down into her best friend’s face, and knew at once that this was a lifeline that she had no choice by to accept. Meekly, she laid herself over Holly’s lap, allowing her friend to position her before feeling the cold, smooth surface of the back of the hairbrush stroking her bare bottom.

“Tell me,” Holly demanded.

“Yes, Holly,” the girl over her knee replied. “They get their bare bottoms very soundly spanked.”

“Yes, they do,” Holly said with satisfaction, lifting the brush up high over her head and bringing it down with a loud splat across Jennifer’s prettily scored bottom.

“They really, really do.”