Confessions – the morning after, part 1: M/f, f/f, edgy

[jennifer_uk_sg]

The alarm went off at 7am, stinging her out of the strange dreamstate she’d been in for much of the night. Reality and fantasy mingled blurrily in her mind for a minute, and then finally resolved themselves into the permanently mingled state that was her present reality. And it wasn’t just her ears that were stinging either…

Jennifer pushed back the duvet, swung her feet to the soft carpeted floor and padded woozily over to the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door. Checking that her bedroom door was shut, and listening out for signs of life elsewhere in the house, she turned her back to the mirror and pushed down her pyjama bottoms. She was relieved to find that although the evidence of Wednesday’s caning remained, she could see no bruising from the hairbrush spanking she’d received the previous evening from her best friend, Holly.

She stroked her bottom gingerly. Jennifer suspected that Holly’s dad would rather like the idea of her being put over his daughter’s lap and spanked… he clearly had some interest in the idea of the two of them together, she guessed, or he wouldn’t have engineered the joint caning he intended to deliver this morning. But she had not been supposed to reveal to Holly that Mr Brown knew about their tentative sexual involvement, and as that was the information that had triggered the spanking, she thought it best to keep quiet about it.

Holly might choose to tell him, of course. Jennifer smiled to herself, remembering Holly’s face from the night before and beginning to sense that there may have been more than a little jealousy there… and not just anger. She frowned. Jealous who whom, she wondered. Jealous of Mr Brown because she knew now that Jennifer had pursued him with the intent of getting a spanking from him? Or jealous of her for winning his attention? Holly didn’t yet know the extent of that attention… or that Mr Brown had told Jennifer to expect him to take her virginity after this morning’s caning… but she had previously commented on Mr Brown “eyeing Jennifer up”, and must now realise that his interest in her was more than simply disciplinary.

Jennifer slid back under the covers, pushing her pyjama bottoms down further and slipping a hand between her legs. She closed her eyes and pictured Mr Brown’s face, and more particularly the predatory hunger she’d seen in his eyes when he first told her that he was going to cane her bare bottom. It had been as if her whole being had suddenly turned to jelly at that moment, and although she had no words for what she had learned about herself in that instant, she knew that something irrevocable had happened.

As her fingers moved through her wetness, teasing her clitoris, she thought about the end of the previous evening, after the spanking and after the hugs and kisses and tears that had followed it, and as Holly prepared to leave the house… and noticed only now with hindsight that she had seen an echo of that look in the eyes of her own father when he was looking at Holly.

It was a standing joke amongst her friends that the girls’ fathers found it hard to stop themselves from looking at them when they went round to each other’s houses, and there was a degree of good-natured competition about who could get away with the most provocative clothing and behaviour. But having witnessed the look of genuine, unfiltered lust on Mr Brown’s face the other day, Jennifer now had greater insight into the difference between the embarrassment of an older man faced with a gaggle of nubile teens, and something more purposeful.

She replayed the conversation in her head. Her dad had asked them about their plans for Saturday (Jennifer had fibbed and told him that she and Holly were going into town together), and had closed the conversation with an innocent admonishment to “be good”. How had Holly replied? Something like, “Of course we’ll be good, Mr Telford. I’m sure Jennifer’s just as afraid of the consequences of being naughty here as I am at home.” It was a clear example of “too much information”, and had led to a brief three-way exchange of glances – Holly’s to Jennifer saying “two can play at that game”, Jennifer’s dad’s to her saying “goodness, what’s that about”, and her dad’s to Holly’s very definitely saying “oh, go on… be naughty in my house, please…”

Unbidden, a clear image formed suddenly in Jennifer’s mind – of her dad sitting on the sofa in their living room with Holly turned over his lap, her skirt turned up and her knickers pulled down, while he spanked her bottom scarlet with his hand. And it was with that image in mind, much to her surprise and shock, that she came with a climax of unusual intensity.

Thank goodness she’d soon have something else to think about to get that image out of her head!