Confessions – the morning after, part 2: M/f, f/f, edgy

[jennifer_uk_sg]

This is the final installment of this little roleplay interlude. There may be more....

Holly was still in bed when the doorbell rang at 9am, not wanting to face her dad before then. He had been out with friends from work when she’d got home from Jennifer’s house the previous evening, her head still spinning from her friend’s revelations and the consequent spanking that she had administered, and she’d said goodnight to her mother and gone straight to bed.

Like her friend, Holly had suffered a somewhat disturbed night as the things she’d learned and done the previous evening were processed by both her conscious and unconscious mind. Her spanking of Jennifer had been, perhaps, the biggest surprise – not just that it had happened, but that it had felt so natural and that she’d found herself untroubled by the pain she was inflicting on her friend.

She had, over the years, spent quite a lot of time thinking and fantasising about spanking, but when she saw herself in a spanking scenario she had always seen herself as the girl draped over someone’s knee, or bent over a sofa, while someone in authority (and yes, more often than not someone looking not entirely unlike her dad) did the spanking, slippering or caning. It had never really occurred to her that she might be, or might want to be, the person doing the spanking.

As she pulled the duvet over her and tried to get to sleep, the girl allowed herself a smile and recalled the delicious feeling of power as Jennifer yelped and wriggled under the attention of Holly’s hairbrush. She knew that there would be a few things changing in her life over the coming days and weeks, and that some of those changes were likely to be revealed to her only gradually… but one thing she was certain of – that would not be the last time that Jennifer submitted herself to a bare bottom spanking from Holly.

Her fingers stole under her nightdress as she allowed her mind to wander, images of possible futures accompanying her growing excitement. She thought of the exchange between her and Jennifer’s dad as she left her friend’s house earlier that evening. What had she been trying to do? Did she have some idea about paying Jennifer back by persuading Mr Telford to spank her… or did she think that if her dad started spanking Jennifer himself, there’d be less reason for Jennifer to come and steal her own father’s attention?

And how could Holly’s punishments from her father continue unaffected? Although Holly had long recognised that it wasn’t normal, at least these days, for a girl to be caned on the bare bottom by her dad, she had always been able to rationalise it as a successful form of punishment, fairly applied. She did, after all, always improve her behaviour after a caning, and many of her friends’ parents commented on her good conduct and manners.

She arched her back as her fingers moved more quickly, taking her to the brink of orgasm and holding her there. Tomorrow would be the first time he would be caning her, as far as she could tell, because he wanted to, rather than because he truly thought she deserved it. Holly had often had, as now, sexual fantasies about being punished by her dad, especially in the days after a caning, and had sometimes even experienced a little arousal during the pre-spanking ritual of having to bare her bottom for punishment – but the punishment itself had never felt sexualised. Yet tomorrow, she was to be caned alongside her best friend, who had sought out her dad’s cane for her own, explicit and admitted sexual pleasure.

As the waves of her climax began to break over her, the last image Holly saw was that of her dad’s face, full of desire, as he brought the cane down hard across his daughter’s bare bottom again… and again… and again…