Flatmates, a tale by Kara

Paige and Susan were having a boring night in. They had met about 18 months ago at a BDSM party and had found themselves chatting because their respective Doms knew each other. They had soon become fast friends despite their different natures. Paige was a tall slender out going solicitor of 42 at the time; recently divorced due to (as she put it) becoming bored with a vanilla relationship. Susan was shorter, stockier 43 years old with wide hips and shoulders but a very narrow waist. She looked almost aggressive and as a lecturer in pure maths she was very confident in her lectures but was shy, slow to make friends. Somehow the two ladies came together and became staunch friends.

When Susan’s husband (also her Dom) died suddenly it was Paige, with her legal training, that helped deal with the minutiae, the awkward detail that often ensues after a sudden death. Later it was Susan’s turn to support Paige when she found out her Dom was a lying, married cheat who had spun her a tissue of lies. It had taken time to heal and they had played at parties occasionally but only with very old friends that they trusted implicitly.

Six months ago Paige had used her contacts to find a property for them to invest in, some of Paige’s divorce settlement and some of the insurance Susan had received. At first the plan was to have one of the three flats each and rent the two shops and the third flat. However as the project developed they realised they could keep the self-contained flat for themselves and rent out two flats and shops. So they spent extra and now had a luxury domicile. An en-suite bedroom each, a third bedroom they converted to an office with two desks and two computers; delighting in chatting online and talking to each other at the same time.

Now it was a dreary Saturday night in February and there was nothing on the television, they could not even be bothered to venture out in the rain for a DVD. Paige was half-heartedly reading a brief she knew by heart and Susan was making a very desultory job of marking some first year maths papers. They were both dressed in tight trouser pajamas with a short sleeved tank top.

Paige looked up and across at Susan, “you know even though he was a real bastard it’s times like this I miss the shit.”

Susan didn’t need to ask whom Paige was talking about, her eyes took on a far away look before she sighed and whispered, “yes, I know what you mean.”

Paige laughed and said in a forced jolly tone, “look at us two; old before our time, feeling sorry for ourselves, acting like old maids.” They both smiled but each had a wistful look. Paige looked down at her legal brief then back up again, laughed and admitted, “you know sometimes I really itch for it, like now I am on edge.” Susan just smiled sympathetically and nodded. “I kept most of our toys, did you?” Page asked. Again Susan nodded but this time looked down shyly. Paige laughed throatily and said in a saucy voice, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” A laugh was forced from Susan even as she blushed and nodded.

So it was, five minutes later they were kneeling on the floor with their respective toys arrayed. They were amused and a little shocked to see how similar their tastes were. Both had a Ping-Pong paddle. Each had a flogger; Susan’s neoprene rubber, Paige had gone for suede. Susan had a 7-inch round leather paddle, Paige had an oblong leather paddle, 18 inches long with a 12 inch by 5 inch striking blade. While Susan was envious of Paige’s paddle, Paige said how much sexier Susan’s two-tailed strap was than her single tail. Both had a riding crop albeit with a different slapper at the end. Their canes were identical in length and thickness but Paige had bought a purple velvet handle and Susan’s was black.

They completely forgot the dreary Saturday night, lost in an animated discussion on the merits of each toy. Paige was earthier with her comments about the relative feeling of each toy, Susan spoke more of her mind set, but it was obvious both women were fully acquainted with each toy. The talk moved on to parties they had been to, spankings they had received, both for pleasure and for discipline. Round about 10 p.m. the conversation seemed to die, they both sighed, and as if by mutual agreement they gathered their toys and took them away. Susan made coffee and they each curled up on their armchairs, legs tucked beneath them.

“You know,” said Paige reflectively, “for me it has to be a man I respect if I am going to be dominated, but right now I’d just like my arse warmed.” Susan looked a little pained at Paige’s language but still nodded understandingly. “I’d never ever want to be dominated by a woman,” Paige continued. “But right about now I am thinking of asking you for a favour.”  Susan went very still when Paige hesitated then finished in a rush, “would it ruin our friendship if I asked you to give me two or three swats with a paddle? Not real hard, not punishment, just make it sting to see if it’ll scratch the itch?”

Paige’s face lit up when Susan blushed, looked down and whispered “I’ll try it if you’ll do the same for me.”They soon decided that Paige’s paddle would be the best toy for their ‘experiment,’ and soon the paddle was on the table before them. Both ladies looking down at the paddle, the 6 inch handle with the molded grips and hanging eyelet, the 12 by 5 inch striking surface shining in the light in a hypnotic compelling way.

Paige pushed the paddle towards Susan and smiling said, “My idea, I get to go first.” Even as Paige spoke, she stood and then moved her chair away and leaned over the table, her elbows and forearms flat to the surface; it was obvious to Susan her bravado was hiding a real nervousness. This became even more apparent as Susan picked up the paddle and moved to Paige’s side and Paige reminded her, “remember enough to sting; don’t really hurt me.”

Susan nodded and weighed the strange paddle in her hand, it felt odd to be on this end of the paddle. She felt no real thrill to be in this position, but she wanted to help her friend and by God she wanted her bottom warmed too … by any means.  Susan eyed Paige’s buttocks, envious of her slim tight little bottom, her long legs. She held the paddle against the top of her friend’s cheeks, she saw Paige clench then relax her cheeks, saw her head move lower towards the table, a movement which seemed to push her bottom out invitingly. Susan lifted the paddle shoulder high and swung it, letting the weight of the paddle take it across the top of Paige’s bottom, surprising herself at how loud it sounded from this side. Paige gasped softly, wriggled her bottom, turned and smiled at Susan, “Mmmm that’s nice,” she said, “just a little harder please?” As Paige turned back to the table Susan raised the paddle shoulder high again, took aim at the middle of Paige’s cheeks and swung a little harder, hearing the loud report, actually seeing Paige’s buttocks flatten and bounce back, heard a soft “ouch” forced from her lips. This time Paige didn’t turn round, just wriggled again and hissed, “YES,” softly, “another like that please.” Susan by now realised how much Paige was enjoying herself and wasted no time lifting the paddle. This time she aimed higher, between the first two strokes and brought the paddle down, the 5-inch wide blade again flattening her friend’s cheeks, catching both the previous strokes. Her ouch slightly louder this time Paige stood up smiling at Susan even as her hands rubbed at her smarting cheeks.

“Sorry,” Susan apologised, “with you being so tall I couldn’t catch your sit spot. If I’d tried to go lower I’d have caught your thighs.”

“No, no, no,” Paige shook her head, still rubbing her cheeks, “that was great, I’d rather it was a man but I’d love some more of that, a lot more.” She smiled, stopped rubbing and took the paddle, weighing it in both hands. “But fair is fair, your turn if you still want to?” Susan didn’t hesitate, like Paige she didn’t want a female Domme, but she missed her spankings so much. She leaned over the table and rested her elbows and forearms on the flat surface, much the same as Paige had.

Paige watched Susan and admired the broad hips, the narrow waist, and like most women was jealous of her friend’s figure, never thinking Susan was also jealous of her slim shape. She held the paddle against the top of Susan’s backside. “I can see your sit spot but I’ll do the same for you, top, middle then between.”  As Susan nodded she lifted the paddle and brought it down, letting her long arm and the weight of the paddle impart momentum. Paige was surprised by the meaty, loud sound as the paddle landed. She watched Susan lift her head a little, eyes widening, then settling back. Paige lifted the paddle, took aim and brought it down against the middle of Susan’s bottom, careful to make sure the paddle landed flat and covered both cheeks. Susan made no movement, just hissed softly at the sting, so Paige raised the paddle and brought it down firmly between the first two strokes, again flattening her cheeks, making sure the paddle landed flat. Again Susan hissed but remained still, then her hands slowly moved back to explore her cheeks as if checking where exactly they stung. She stood and turned to Paige; both ladies smiled languidly, obviously pleasured by the sweet warmth.

Impulsively Paige pulled Susan over to their 6-foot tall swiveling dress mirror. She turned and tugged her pajama trousers down exposing her bottom. Susan noted she was wearing a thong even as she took in the way Paige’s buttocks had been marked. Her bottom had a pink smear from the top of her cheeks to half way down, clearly defined at the top and bottom, blurred at the sides. The pink extended about 4 or 5 inches either side of the centre. Their eyes met in the mirror, Paige grinned and said “That’s what a bottom should look like, but redder and all over. Going to have a look at yours?”

Susan had been naked in front of females many times in sports context, but now she felt like a child playing show and tell as she turned and tugged her trousers over her hipbones and down. Both ladies could see that Susan’s bottom was not as pink, but she was naturally darker skinned. The same clearly defined pink area though was clear. They smiled at each other and as if by mutual agreement they covered themselves up, and moved back to the table, the paddle between them, sipping fresh coffee.

Paige passed comment on how Susan had been quiet and accepting, while she, Paige, had always been more vocal, but never loud. Susan commented that her departed husband paddled her just a touch harder but thought the difference might be a combination of the fact usually he had insisted she be bare, and, her 7 inch round paddle usually only struck one cheek at a time thereby concentrating the sting. Susan also said that the position over the table was one she was usually expected to adopt for a caning and her body had felt slightly ill at ease. Paige had nodded and agreed that her ex shit  (her words) usually had her adopt a different position so he would not leave her sit spot unmarked.

“I think we both enjoyed that,” Susan finally said. She continued as Paige nodded, “I think we both want more, I know I certainly do.” As Paige nodded more vehemently Susan went on, this time slower, more hesitant, “There is no way I want this to become a competition, I just want my bottom heating up. When you paddle me again will you just tell me a position your ex used and then paddle me till I say stop or you think it is enough.” Paige nodded even as Susan carried on with her speech, “Then instead of corner time I’ll paddle you, and we can each have another session if we feel like it. I noticed we were both wearing thongs, would you mind if I slipped my pajama bottoms off?

Paige grinned like a schoolgirl as Susan finished, she was already nodding enthusiastically. “Oh I like it!” she laughed, “My ex shit used to give me play sessions of anything between 12 and 30; letting me rest then another and so on until either of us thought it was enough.” Her left hand had unconsciously strayed to the paddle, stroking the smooth leather. She sobered and pushed the paddle towards Susan, stood up and brusquely pushed her pajama bottoms down and stepped clear of them, her top covered her thong and her bottom. “I’m ready when you are,” she whispered throatily.

Susan nodded, took the paddle and stood up, moved across to the low coffee table, the heavy oak table. It was one of the few pieces she had brought from her old house. She pointed at it with the paddle, “keep your legs straight and put your hands flat on the table, try not to move once you are in position,” she commanded not realising she was speaking as her dear departed husband had spoken so many times before. Without a word Paige obeyed her friend, she felt her top ride up over her bottom felt the cool air circulating, felt a wonderful tingle between her legs. The warmth from the earlier, too brief paddling had made her whole body sensitive. Susan watched wide eyed, envying the long legs, the tight bottom, seeing now the whole of her friend’s cheeks, even the soft sit spot just above the thigh crease. Paige shuffled her feet then became still.

Susan measured her friends tight little bottom then lifted the paddle and swung it against the top of her cheeks, right across them both. As a muffled ouch was forced from Paige she swung again a little lower, establishing a rhythm of every three seconds. In her experience this was enough for the sting to register, the heat start to spread. A third time she swung the paddle, again lower, then she moved forward and angled the paddle so when she swung the next three times it struck the right hand side of Paige’s cheeks, spreading the rosy glow. Paige reacted to this new attack with muffled ouches, wriggled her bottom just a little. Susan stepped back and altered the angle so the left-hand edges of Paige’s left cheek were covered by the next three strokes. Susan aimed for and struck the soft under flesh of Paige’s buttocks causing Paige to lift slightly on her heels, forcing a louder ouch from her, then she angled the paddle to first strike the outer right cheek’s sit spot, then the left. Paige’s positively squealed at this; Susan deliberately returned to the top of Paige’s bottom, and worked four strokes down so the last hit her sit spot and lifted her again. By now Paige’s cheeks were a fiery red colour, her hips were wriggling and each stroke brought forth a soft squeal. Susan aimed another stroke, slightly harder right across the middle of Paige’s bottom, then another in exactly the same place, driving the sting deep, a yelp of real pain exploded from Paige’s lips. Susan had counted 18 strokes and decided Paige had received enough for now. “Stay there,” she commanded and stepped away admiring the red, red bottom. She quickly went and fetched a cloth to wipe the paddle and said, “OK Paige,” watching as Paige stood and turned towards her, eyes bright with unshed tears, smiling all over her face. Her hands went to her backside and began to rub quickly, occasionally squeezing her own cheeks.

“Mmmm that was lovely,” Paige smiled as she continued to rub her own bottom. “That tempo just made the heat build and build and build, and you took me by surprise twice, once on the sides and then when you really caught my sit spot!” Without thinking Paige had walked around a little, as she rubbed her burning cheeks, but the smile never left her face. Susan waited for her friend to come down off her high and then offered her the paddle. Paige took the paddle and looked thoughtful, then put a cushion on the edge of the coffee table. “Because of my height it’s a little difficult to paddle you, would you mind kneeling on the table and reaching down with your hands to the floor?” For all of her earlier brashness it was Paige who now seemed the most insecure. Susan had taken the lead far more easily. “It sticks your bum in the air you see,” she finished. She need not have worried, Susan had been spanked in that position and many more. Without hesitation she shed her pajama trousers, climbed onto the table and carefully reached down to put her hands flat on the floor. She felt her bottom lifting, dragging her top onto her back, exposing her naked buttocks. Her mouth felt dry, her heart raced and she felt an electric tingling in her groin.

Paige measured her flatmate and marvelled how that broad bottom seemed to dominate the room, inviting what was about to happen. She stepped forward determined to use the same tempo as she had enjoyed so much. But Paige was by necessity very controlled in her work life and liked spontaneity in her play. She lifted the paddle and swung it against the middle of Susan’s bottom, hearing the loud splat, lifted swung again at random. She kept the 3 second rhythm but sometimes she concentrated on the right cheek, sometimes the left, but mostly across both bare cheeks. Every so often she made the paddle land in the same place twice, sometimes even three times. At random, so Susan could not anticipate it, Paige landed a stroke a little harder. Susan at first did not react to her spanking other than she sucked in deep breaths of air and expelled it forcefully when the paddle landed. Paige peppered all over Susan’s bottom, and as she counted 20 she heard Susan moan softly as a harder stroke landed. She continued to paddle her friend, and when she landed three in a row across the middle of her bare buttocks and the count was 26 Susan began to wriggle and she moaned a little louder. “Last one!” she exclaimed as she landed a final harder stroke across the crown of Susan’s naked cheeks. As she stepped back the full import of her actions sank in, her friend’s bottom and flanks were scarlet, her flesh glistened with sweat. “Oh wow,” she said almost wonderingly. “That was 27 and you are toast.” She couldn’t help giggling with delight when Susan climbed from the table and looked calmly into her eyes, nodded her thanks then couldn’t help herself and her hands flew round to her cheeks and she hopped from foot to foot.

Paige marveled at the way her friend could remain so calm, control herself, and then hop about like that. Susan explained her Ex insisted she stand still, not rubbing until she was given permission.

They both agreed they were suddenly tired and should go to bed. They agreed to have breakfast together the next day; impulsively Paige hugged Susan and thanked her before kissing her cheek and walking to her room still absently rubbing her red cheeks. Susan soon followed, feeling better now but surprised that Paige had not wanted another session. Susan lay in bed smiling, remembering, her bottom was still burning pleasantly and her hands wandered down over her breasts and stomach, she slipped a hand between her legs, cupped a breast with the other. As she masturbated Susan did not realize that Paige had ended the session because she too wanted this relief too while her bottom was still warm.

The next morning both women smiled too brightly, were overly polite, until suddenly they burst out laughing. This broke the ice and they began to discuss the previous evening. Both admitted that they had fully intended to politely say that last night was fun but a once only incident, but now realized how beneficial it had been. Paige said that she would have liked more but that she thought that Susan had enough because of her longer paddling. Susan saw that Paige was blushing, realized why and began to blush herself. When Paige said she had slept better than for quite some time but felt as though they had unfinished business Susan nodded her agreement.

“In that case Paige I suggest you clear the table while I go and fetch a strap,” she said with a grin as she stood up and left the kitchen. Paige’s face was a picture of shock that turned to sheer joy as she nodded happily in agreement.

The End © Karla