Prelude

 

Alison giggled as she pushed away at the arms of Claire, falling on her back as she lifted her knees in a defence measure. The cushions on the couch reduced how far she could back away from Claire. Her roommate had already removed her top and bra in the brief wrestling match, tossing them under the coffee table that held a near empty bottle of vodka, mix and two tumblers. It began as a squabble over who owned the TV controller and escalated to who was the boss. Claire had lost only her t-shirt and was overpowering her taller but slimmer friend.

Claire panted. "It's no use to fight back. I'm going to win." She slipped past Alison's legs on the side and grabbed Alison's wrists. At first there was a resistance, a push back as she pressed down, but then a weakening as Claire to took control. She twisted Alison's arm and turned her on her stomach. Claire heard Alison's giggles and became excited at her victory.

She sat on Alison's back as she kicked her feet and tried weakly to lift her hips.

"Let me go," Alison laughed.

"No way." Claire pulled both Alison's hands behind her back and crossed them and pinned them with one of her own. She shifted her position down to Claire's legs and began to pull down her yoga pants with her free hand. Claire was pleased Alison didn't try to break her hands free and laughed when her cheeks became exposed.

"Stop that."

Claire repositioned herself on Alison and smacked her ass several times, getting a squeal from Alison. She continued pulled down the pants, tugging them off at her feet.

Alison lay naked, kicking her feet in response to Claire spanking her cheeks. Claire felt her own heart pounding in anticipation, surprised at how easy Alison was giving in.

Alison twisted to look back at Claire. "Okay, you win. You can let me go now."

"You think so, do you?" She continued to pin down Alison, sliding her hands up and down her back. "I just may have some fun with you first." She watched as Alison's ass began to turn red. She increased her hits and heard a moan escape from her roommate.

"Turn around." Claire stood, watching as Alison twisted around. She grabbed her wrists, pushing them together above her head and held them with one hand. She lowered her head and kissed her on the lips and on her cheek, neck and shoulder. Her other hand slid up her rib cage. Alison moaned.

Claire released Alison hands and squeezed her breasts. The nipples become stiff. It was all the encouragement she needed. She lowered her head and kissed her again, this time pressing to open her mouth.

Alison returned the kiss, not struggling as Claire glided her hands and lips over her body. She kept her hands above her head, moaning as she parted her legs. She closed her eyes as Claire touched her everywhere. Hands squeezed her ass and tongue licked at her vagina. She heard Alison cry out from the pleasure Claire was giving her.

Claire looked down at the nude Alison with a trace of a smile on her lips. Maybe we have a new relationship.

Alison rolled off the couch, reaching for her top. "Good grief my ass is sore. You spanked me hard." She pulled on her top after examining her red cheeks.

"That's what you get for disobeying me." Claire laughed.

"Okay, okay, point taken." Alison grinned. "Did I tell you I have another date with Kevin? He's going to take me to dinner and dancing at the LaRonde."

"I thought you said he was a bit of a jerk and you weren't sure about seeing him again."

"He called me at work. We talked a bit, he made a few jokes and made me laugh. Besides, I didn't have any other men calling me up for a date."

Claire frowned. "You know I could take you dancing. Maybe not the LaRonde, but there are some nice nightclubs on the south side. You don't need him."

Alison gave Claire a kiss on the cheek. "I know. But unlike you, Kevin has a penis."

 

Chapter One

 

Alison closed the door to the apartment behind her, leaning her back to it. She let out a long sigh to announce to her roommate she was now available for questions on her evening. Alison liked to think she had lived life to the fullest, but always knew she was missing something. However tonight she believed this time she met the right man, at least he exerted confidence that she found interesting and a bit intimidating.

Even though others found Alison attractive, she had medium sized breasts, a slim figure and blonde, curly hair, she wasn't sure about her own image. She found men too polite to her, treating her as if she was delicate and might break. Her newest find had a different attitude, almost indifferent whether or not she liked him. He also was in control, deciding where they went and what they did. He was strong and told her what he wanted and expected.

Claire stood smiling at her. "So how was it with your mysterious new boyfriend?" Where Alison had a small confidence issue, it couldn't be said for Claire who had no difficulty expressing her opinion on issues, requested or not. She was pretty in the classic sense. She possessed average height with a figure with turns similar to a racetrack. Her short hair was a normally a soft brown but was now dyed black. She liked to keep it in a straight, no nonsense look. She was pleased she scared away a few men with her attitude. Claire showed interest in Alison's latest boyfriend, suspecting he would disappear from her life like Kevin did a few weeks ago.

"It was wonderful. He took me to dinner, helped me get through this French menu and we had two bottles of this fantastic wine. And just a minute ago gave me an oh-my-God kiss. I was ready to have sex right there in the hallway."

Claire grinned. "Now that would get the neighbours to open their doors. What does he look like?"

Alison bit her lower lip and looked up. "Tall, slim, nice shoulders. Has dark hair and didn't shave, so he has this shadow on his face. I love his voice. Commanding. He's strong too, big hands."

"What does he do?"

"Investments, I think. He has money, judging by his car. He lives out in the suburbs."

"Now don't get too excited. You've only had two dates with him."

"Yeah, but I've got a good feeling about him. Anyway I'm seeing him again soon."

"Next time invite him in. I want to meet him."

Alison wandered into the living room with its Ikea style of furniture. "Just don't give him a rough time. He won't take the usual smart comments you make, especially to men. That I'll guarantee."

"Whatever. I call them as I see them. Anyway I'm heading to bed." She grabbed Alison's hand and gave her a kiss on her lips. "I'm happy for you all the same. He just better not hurt you."

Alison watched her walk into one of the two bedrooms. But no pain, no gain.

***

The morning came and Claire watched Alison brush her hair through the open door of her bedroom. She stood at the doorway, admiring the figure covered by only a pair of panties. "Jill just texted me. She wants to know if we want to join her for drinks at her place tonight and watch some flicks."

Alison gave her a smile. "Sure, sounds okay."

Claire walked into the bedroom and gave her smack on her ass. "Okay, I'll text her back."

***

After dinner Claire changed from her office attire to pants with black leather on the front and back with stretched white fabric on the side complemented by a loose green top. She saw Alison standing in her jeans while texting on her phone.

"Hey, are you planning to wear that?"

Alison looked up. "Yup, it's comfortable."

Claire shook her head. "Put on a skirt and change your top." She waited as Alison stared at her, considering her order. "Or would you like a spanking first?" She gave a grin and advanced toward her.

Alison gave a quick smile. "All right, I'll change." She turned back to her bedroom.

Claire followed her and stood at the doorway.

"What's the deal about wearing a skirt?" She peeled off her shirt and jeans and stood in front of her closet.

"You always wear jeans when we go out. I want you to dress up a bit this time. Jill and Sam dress up when we see them. Wear your yellow skirt."

Alison pulled it out and held it in front of her. "It's on the short side, you know."

"I know, but it makes your legs look longer."

Alison pulled on the skirt and added a dark grey knit top. "Okay, satisfied?"

Claire nodded. "Very cute outfit. You still may get that spanking later."

"Whatever." Alison selected a pair of high heels. "Are you driving or do we take a cab?"

"I'll drive."

They walked together in the parking lot to Claire's blue Honda Civic.

"I'm sorry about ordering you to wear a skirt. What I said was wrong. I wanted it come out as a request." She opened the passenger door.

Alison sat and swung her legs inside. She gave Claire a smile. "That's all right. But you threatened to spank me."

Claire closed the door and went to the driver's side. "I meant that in fun. Did I scare you with the spanking comment?"

Alison shook her head. "No, I thought you were just teasing me."

Claire backed her car out, resting her hand on Alison's leg. "I like to tease you." She drove out of the parking lot, turning right. "I would also like to spank you." She gave Alison a grin.

Alison laughed. "So, Sam is now engaged to Brian. Have they set a date yet?"

"No, she thinks it may be next summer. Maybe a destination wedding. Samantha always wanted to go to Costa Rica."

"How's Jill handling this? They were close for a while."

"Jill's happy for her. They were always more like just good friends." Her hand touched the leg again, the fingers pressing for a few moments. She slid her hand up, touching the hem of the skirt before returning it to the steering wheel.

"That's good to hear." Alison shifted her legs, kicking off her shoes as she drew her feet back.

Four traffic lights later, Claire turned down a side street. "Almost there." She gave Alison's knee a squeeze and leaving it there as the car slowed and waited to see if Alison would react. Alison placed a hand on Claire's, resting it there before lifting Claire's hand back to the wheel.

Claire parked the car. "It should be a fun night."

Jill open the door to her bungalow with a flourish. She reminded Alison of a Renaissance painting portraying feminine beauty. She had extra weight but was confident in her appearance. Jill also had the ability of making others feel good when she around them.

"Come in, my sweet friends." Jill gave each of them a hug and a kiss.

Alison took off her shoes and entered the living, stopping to give Samantha a hug. She turned to an armchair but Claire grasped her hand and pulled her to a loveseat.

"Let's sit here."

Alison sat with Claire joining her, their hips almost touching. She looked over at Samantha, who gave her a curious stare.

Jill passed out drinks and filled the coffee table with nibbles. She looked at Alison and commented, "You look lovely. You don't wear skirts often enough."

"Thanks. I wanted to wear jeans but Claire told me I had to wear a skirt since you always dress so nice."

Sam laughed. "Do you always do what Claire tells you?"

"No, but this time she threatened to spank me." Alison took a drink as the others laughed.

"It still might happen." Claire grinned as she rubbed Alison's thigh.

Jill replied, "That sounds like fun. Can we watch?"

Alison waved her hand back and forth. "No, no, no. I don't want to be the entertainment this evening." She was glad when the topic moved on to other things, including the upcoming wedding. Claire continued to touch her legs, stroking them. She noticed Samantha was watching them and when she tried to push Claire's hand back, there was resistance. The hand refused to leave and Alison gave up trying to remove it.

The drinks were refreshed and as the conversation continued, Claire whispered, "I could spank you now, you know. Maybe you'd like that."

"No," she whispered back. Alison rested her hand on top of Claire's hand after she had pushed it higher up her leg.

"Are you sure? We could take a vote." She whispered, her voice rising.

"No, please. Not in front of them." Alison begged.

"What are you two whispering about?" Jill asked.

Alison quickly replied. "Nothing. Claire is just teasing me."

Claire added. "I told her she should be spanked. Right here."

Jill had a look of amusement. "I think that would be fun to watch." She refilled the glasses.

"I don't think so." Alison tried to sound casual as Claire played with the hem of her skirt, exposing more of her legs. She began to take deeper breaths of air. Alison finished her drink, only to see it refilled again. She tried to relax, allowing Claire to continue to slide up her skirt.

Claire took Alison's drink and placed it on the coffee table. She reached for her far hand and began to pull it across her body.

"No, not here." Alison resisted, pulling her arm back. "You can spank me back at the apartment."

Jill crossed over the room, laughing. "Come on Alison, I think you're outvoted on this one." She pushed at Alison's shoulder.

"Just roll on your stomach." Claire encouraged her.

"No, please." Alison began to lean over as Claire placed an arm around her waist with Jill pressing on back. "This is so embarrassing." She placed herself on Claire's lap, giving up on resisting. Her skirt was lifted to her hips and the first smack on her bottom was struck. More smacks were placed, increasing in frequency. She cried out once but didn't struggle.

The spanking stopped, but only so her panties could be pulled down and tossed on the floor. The spanking resumed, harder this time. She felt Jill, who was standing next to her give a couple smacks. Alison cried out, squeezing hands into fists and kicking her feet.

Jill called out to Sam. "Do you want to have a few smacks too?"

Alison heard footsteps and an additional hand hitting her sore cheeks.

Finally it stopped, with Claire gently massaging her ass.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Alison shook her head. "But it was very embarrassing to be spanked by everyone." She rolled off Claire's lap, stood and inspected the damage to her ass. "Oooh, very red." She tugged down her skirt as Jill and Samantha laughed.

Jill spoke. "You're such a darling for allowing Claire and us to spank you. I'll get you some cream for those cheeks."

Alison raised a finger at Claire. "That wasn't very nice. That hurt and you did it front of the others."

"But did you enjoy it?"

Alison crossed her arms and smiled. "That's beside the point."

She stood as Jill lifted her skirt and applied the cream.

"There, that should help take the sting away."

Alison sat on the loveseat. "Ow. No wood chairs for me for a while."

Claire leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Love you."

"I love you too. But maybe with less hurt in the future."

A few drinks later, they bid goodnight, with Alison stuffing her panties in her purse. She felt drunk, carrying her shoes to the car. She didn't resist Claire leading her by the arm. Claire opened the passenger door and helped her inside.

"Before you do up your belt, lift your skirt."

"Why?"

"Do it."

Alison lifted her ass and pulled up her skirt.

"Good." Claire belted her in.

As soon as the car was in motion, Claire began to touch her again, discovering she was wet.

Alison moaned. "Please stop. I know I'm very horny right now but I would like you to stop."

Claire sighed. "All right. You're drunk too."

"Yeah. And horny. And embarrassed. And I have a very sore ass." She closed her eyes and smiled.

She felt half asleep as Claire helped her back to the apartment, undress her and tucked her into bed.