This is the 4th story in the Molly and Tessa series. It follows immediately after the third story. Enjoy! 🙂
First story “An Early Xmas Present” here
Second story “Quantum of Solace” here
Third story “Rosy-Cheeked Christmas” here
I glance down at my phone. “Hi Molly, this is Diana, Mag’s mum. You girls up for a visit tonight?”
I blink, before recognition hits.
“Who’s that from, Mo?” Tessa asks, seeing my temporary puzzlement.
“Remember that cute kid?”
“Which cute kid?”
“The kid on the beach from yesterday, ya know, Mags.”
“Oh, yeah.” She blushes, subtly. I know exactly why.
“Her mom, the spanko woman, remember?” I wink. “Diana. She wants to know if she can come over.”
“Wait, what?” My girlfriend’s greenish gray eyes grow wide, brow raised.
“We, well …, I … did invite her, kinda.” I remember exchanging our phone numbers after she told us they were in Room 388.
“You think that’s a good idea, Mo?” Tessa asks, the hint of a small frown between her eyes.
Is she kidding?! I am ELATED.
“Oh c’mon Tess. How often do we get to meet another spanko woman?” I plead. “Di was really nice and friendly on the beach, remember?”
“That’s true, she was,” Tess agrees. “The woman seemed normal enough.”
“So shall I reply and say yes?” I beg hopefully.
“Yeah fine, go ahead.” She adds, with a touch of intrigue, as if to reassure herself, “Why not?!”
Doorbell rings. I open the door and Diana breezes in.
“Happy Boxing Day, girls!” Crisp British accent rings out as we hug each other.
Tess and I exchange a look. What’s up with Boxing Day?
Seeing our puzzlement, Diana explains cheerfully, “Boxing day comes from the old days when upper-class families let their servants have a day off after Xmas, and they go home with ‘Christmas boxes,” meaning gifts from their employers to their families.” The British woman has a pleasant easy-going demeanor as she continues, “The Commonwealth countries all celebrate Boxing Day. I know you lot don’t in the States.” She chuckles, making her face look soft and warm.
Our guest stands at about Tessa’s height, which is to say 4 inches taller than me. However, she is more round with soft shoulders to Tessa’s muscled body. She looks slightly older now in regular clothes than on the beach, maybe early 40-ish I’d say. Clad in beige shorts and a light brown tank top, short dirty blonde hair neatly tucked behind ears, Diana looks casual and unassuming. Her open face is warm and friendly, pale golden brown eyes shining and freckled nose gleaming.
“Thank you for the explanation. That was very interesting, Di.”
“Not at all, Tess. My pleasure.”
“Where’s Mags?” I ask, remembering that adorable little girl.
“She’s with her other mum, sound asleep after a busy day.” Diana replies as she is led to the small sitting area of our Airbnb apartment.
“So …” Tess draws out after we are all seated. “What do you guys usually do on Boxing Day?”
“Oh, just lounging around doing nothing really, eating left-overs mostly.” Diana shakes her head. “However, if you google Boxing Day, it also says and I quote, ‘Boxing Day is also a time when the British show their eccentricity by taking part in all kinds of silly activities.’” She winks at us meaningfully, a mischievous smile perching on her lower lip. “I thought today we can do something special, if you girls are up to it.”
Wow she’s pretty direct. I like that.
Tessa is intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”
Di reaches into a small clutch bag and retrieves a …
What in the world in that?
“Ta-da,” she makes an up and down motion with a … stick, a thin stick.
“Never go anywhere without my baton.” She then clarifies. “I’m a
choral director at the college.”
A baton! That’s a new one for us.
I eye the thin stick in her hand. It’s about 10-12 inches long with a nice Rosewood handle. To tell the truth, it looks rather tiny and harmless.
“So … are you like a … a traveling …?” I stammer under breath, suddenly remembering Alyx’s super top story.
“Huh?” Di looks at me inquiringly.
Good thing she didn’t hear me.
“Nothing,” I mumble.
“Well,” Di smiles at Tess encouragingly. “What do you think eh? Want to try my baton?”
“You mean as a spanking implement.” Tessa states the obvious.
“Yes,” Di answers emphatically. “And I would say that you and Molly are both in trouble.” She waves the baton in half circles like she’s conducting but keeps her golden brown eyes on Tessa.
“What do you mean?” Tessa’s question comes before I pipe up with my own. “Yeah, what are we in trouble for?” Somehow my voice carries a higher pitch than usual.
I’m so in!
I think Tess has caught my hidden brat excitement ‘cause she glares at me with a familiar smirk.
“For the rosy bottom on the beach yesterday, of course!” Di exclaims, using an exaggerated tone and expression, freckled-nose wrinkling. “Imagine little Mag seeing that!” She shakes her head, mocking disapproval.
Boy, we got ourselves a top!
I shiver and steal a glance at my girlfriend. Tess looks surprised, but there’s a tiny bit of curious playfulness in her eyes too.
I start to play along.
“Well ma’am,” I clear my throat.
Diana’s face breaks into a big grin at my use of the deferential term.
“You see, not my fault cos I had wrapped a towel on my um … “
“Yeah, she did. But the wind really picked up,” Tess chimes in to my defense.
Good for her to play along. I’m so proud of my girlfriend.
“Well, you should’ve wrapped it tighter then, shouldn’t you, Molly? And you Tessa, as Molly’s top, tsk, tsk, should’ve kept a better eye on your brat!” She looks at Tess intently, her eyes smiling playfully.
“Yeah well. Blame Ruth Ware.” Tess retorts, all smirks.
OMG, my toppy girlfriend has reduced to a brat!
“Huh?” Diana is confused. “Who’s that?”
“She’s the British author who wrote The Woman in Cabin 10, the book I was reading.” Tess holds Di’s gaze, her eyes twinkling. “Great book by the way. You should read it sometime.”
Diana narrows her eyes and twirls the baton in the air. “I see, argumentative, are we? Looks like I’ve got the work cut out for me.” She says slowly, enunciating each word clearly and her eyes are inquiring.
I nudge Tess and whisper, “C’mon, Tess. Let’s play.”
Tessa straightens her body upwards and laces her hands behind her head. “Well, I’m pretty sure Molly here is more than happy to oblige, isn’t that right babe?” she gives me a wink and pokes me in the rib.
“You know I am,” I poke her back, eyeing Di shyly.
Di gives me a big grin and nods. “What about you, Tess?”
“Me? Honestly Di, I’m not sure. You know I’m the spanker, you guys call it a top, in this relationship.”
“I know,” Diana nods, ruffling her short tress and leaning back on the chair. “Molly got you into this whole top/brat spanking business, didn’t she? You girls don’t switch, I reckon.”
“How did you know?” Tess and I ask in chorus, attention drawn.
Di chuckles. “Yesterday after I talked to you, I thought the names Molly and Tessa sounded familiar. So I checked on the blogs and bingo, found Molly’s stories on Alyx’s Christmas Gift Exchange.”
Dang, she’s right. I’ve got three stories about me and Tessa on the Gift Exchange. So she knows I practically bratted my perfectly unsuspecting girlfriend into a top!
I’m speechless and blushing profusely. Tessa leans in, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Yup, that’s my brat. She did turn me into a top, a top with a constant itchy palm no less.” Tess says affectionately. “She’s a good writer though, isn’t she?”
“Yes, the stories are brilliant!”
“Well then,” Di says cheerfully and moves to sit down on the edge of the sofa.
“Look Tess, I understand. No pressure, ok? Just promise to think about it. If you’d like to try the receiving end, just say the word and I’m here to oblige.” Diana’s lower lip bends into a grin.
“Thank you so much, Di, for your understanding. Let me think about it and see how it goes, and thank you for the OFFER.” Giggling, Tess pronounces the last word emphatically.
“Trust me, it would please me no end spanking two naughty bottoms, but honestly, I’d be just as stoked to settle for one willing brat at all.” Di situates herself and then looks in my direction expectantly.
Tess nudges me up towards the sofa with a swift swat on the bottom. “Off you go, Mo.”
Di flexes her wrist and rests the baton on her palm. “This baby is ready. Are you, Molly darling?”
She pats her knee, her eyes glinting. I sashay my way toward her.
I’m staring at the faded pink carpet with roses woven all over it, my mid-section supported by two sturdy knees.
“How about a warm-up with my hands?” Diana’s soft voice rings out.
“Sure.” The upside down position turns my answer into a mumble.
“Pardon me?” The voice is sharp now, followed by a crisp slap on my bottom cheeks.
I quickly correct myself. “Sure Ma’am.”
I hear Tessa chuckle. “My Mo is a quick learner.”
I turn my face to my girlfriend, winking.
“That’s better, thank you Molly. Before we start, I’d like you to choose a safe word.” Diana instructs, her left hand resting on my lower back.
Tessa and I don’t have a safe word. I try to think of a clever word. Failing that, I just blurt out “Tim Tam.”
Laughter erupts from both women.
“We’ve got ourselves a sweets lover here, haven’t we?” Diana quips. “I didn’t know you have those in the States, to be honest.”
Before I reply, Tessa offers. “Molly orders those from Amazon. Freshly imported from Aussie, we are told.”
“Very well, Tim Tam it is.” Diana’s voice beams. “Feel free to use it anytime Molly. Here we go, missy.”
I feel her palm come down and hit the seat of my shorts. The impact carries no sting at all initially. After a dozen or so slaps, I can feel the pleasure of my bottom becoming warm. She stops. “Time to get rid of these shorts.”
I arch my hips and my shorts are duly removed, revealing my new VS thong that Tessa gifted me for Xmas.
“Ah, I see. No need to remove the knickers.” Diana sounds amused.
Tessa teases me. “Sweetie, you are wearing the perfect panties today.” Then she marvels in awe, “And guess what, your cheeks are already pinkish, Mo.”
I stick out my tongue at her.
“Yes, they are. Pretty eh? Another dozen or so should do to get you properly warmed up.” So saying, Diana’s palm starts descending seriously on my exposed backside, one cheek at a time. I can hear the crisp POP POP sound and feel my cheeks jiggle at the impact. The sound seems to get louder with each smack, bouncing off the wall and echoing through the room. Each slap brings a little more sting than the previous one, nothing I can’t handle though.
Heat is starting to build, making me imagine there’s a small bonfire building on my upturned buttocks.
A pause. “I must admit it feels so good to have a brat draped over my knee!” Diana gushes. Then she sighs, “I haven’t played for a long time. You see, Sara, my partner, was a complete vanilla when we first met in the university, like you Tessa, I suppose. I managed to turn her into a spanko, a somewhat reluctant spanko, mind you.” Diana’s voice carries a dreamy tone as she travels down the memory lane.
“Are you always a top?” Tessa asks.
“Pretty much, most of the time. Although we do switch occasionally when her toppy side strikes her fancy.” Diana sings out and laughs. “But since Mags came along, we really haven’t had much chance to play at all.”
“I bet.” Tess nods in sympathy.
Di resumes her attention on me. She delivers a flurry of stinging smacks to my bottom, covering both cheeks. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
My bottom starts to feel a bit sore. My body shifts slightly.
Diana catches that and stops smacking. “You doing ok, Molly?”
“Yes, ma’am. All good.” I reply gallantly.
“Fantastic! Now tell me why you’re over my knee and getting spanked.” Her voice is still smooth, but her tone turns stern.
I roll my eyes. Here we go. I’ll play.
“Ma’am, I showed the whole wide world my red bottom.” I almost can’t contain my mirth, and I hear Tessa’s muffled snicker too.
“That’s right missy! It’s called lewd conduct or indecent exposure in public. I reckon my darling Mags is scarred for life because she can’t un-see your spanked bottom now, can she?” A sharp smack on my sit spot. Dang, that hurt.
“I guess she can’t, ma’am,” I try to sound repentant. “And I’m sorry.”
“What if Mags turns into a spanko because of this?” Diana follows the question with another brisk slap on my other sit spot. Ouch. My hand wants to fly itself to cover my cheeks, but I know better.
“Well, ma’am,” I huff. “If Mags indeed turns out to be a spanko, it would be more likely because of your genes.”
“Oh?” Her hand stops slapping and rests on my bottom. “I’ll bite. Tell me how so.”
I lift my head up and turn towards her. “I read that spanking proclivity is a genetic thing, ma’am. We are born with it, seriously.”
A pause, and then she raises her hand and smacks my bottom again. “That may be the case; however, I also read that although one might be predisposed by the said gene, it would still need to be activated by some external stimuli. So I reckon your red bottom could very well be a trigger, if indeed Mags has a spanko gene.” SLAP! SLAP!
Dang, she knows a little about genes. I’ll give her that.
“Well I dunno ‘bout that, ma’am. Ask Tessa.” My girlfriend is a graduate student in a related field.
Tessa slips into her lecturing tone. “In theory, yes, you are both right. However, there’s no empirical evidence to indicate that there’s in fact a spanko gene, as in say, genes for certain types of cancer or a particular mental disorder.”
“But there’s a lot of first hand testimonial evidence, isn’t there?” Diana inquires.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Tessa concedes. “All you need to look is spanking blogs and forums on the internet. Most people, women especially, seem to claim they were born like that.”
“Me me. I’m one of them.” I turn my body around to join in the conversation.
“Hey missy, stay where you are.” Diana turns me back and plants a loud slap on my cheeks. “We’re not finished.”
“Sorry, just sayin’,” I screech.
“Seriously though, I’ve got no concerns about Mags at all. That was just play.” Diana is semi laughing. “I mean if she does turn out to be a spanko, it would be a blessing I reckon! I mean life’d be more interesting and richer, as we all know.”
I agree enthusiastically and so does Tessa. “Yeah we knew you were kinda joking, Di. But imagine how much more fun y’all can have if Mags IS a spanko!”
“For some reason, that thought makes me shudder!” Di quips, putting on a trembling voice.
All three of us dissolve into a hearty laughter.
After another dozen or so sound smacks, my bottom cheeks feel properly lit up and the heat gives them a steady stinging sensation.
“There,” Diana swoons, “nice and smooth, beautiful color. I do enjoy a brat’s red arse. A top’s privilege, you reckon, Tess?”
Tessa cackles. “Mo does have a gorgeous bottom, a ripe peachy really.” She proceeds to put her hand on my sore spots like she’s inspecting a piece of artwork. “Mm, you did a really good job, Di. The whole area is evenly covered and so smooth, the color is perfect too!”
“Why thank you, Tess. I try my best to please.” Di intones.
“I’ve still got a long way to go eh, it would seem.” Tess is half joking, expressing her signature self-deprecation.
I pipe up. “But you’ve come a long way from when we first met, Tess!” I lift my head so they can both hear me clearly. “I love you, my toppy girl.”
“Yeah, well, that is true, and I love you too, my bratty girl.” My girlfriend replies affectionately.
Diana gently pats me on the back. “Time for the baton then.” She guides me off her lap, my shorts bunched just above my knee. “Molly darling, would you mind bending over the back of the sofa please? I’m going to need more room to swing my arm with the baton.” She stands up too and helps me shuffle over.
I bend down resting my body all the way until my hands reach the sofa seats. Luckily my feet can still touch the floor. Diana adjusts me so my bare bottom is displayed prominently, at a perfect angle for her, I assume. Then she positions herself behind me, measuring the distance while rubbing my burning cheeks.
“So how many strokes shall we have eh?” Not sure it is actually a question for me, I keep my mouth shut.
“Half a dozen, a dozen, Molly dear?”
“I dunno, ma’am,” I mutter.
I’ve never had to answer this question before. Tess always figures it out herself.
“How about half a dozen to start with and we’ll see how you do?”
“Right then, let’s get started.” Diana whips out her phone. “Let’s play something nice for this special Boxing Day eh. You guys have any favorite Christmas carol?” She can’t contain her merriment and is practically humming already.
I roll my eyes and Tessa quips, “You are really enjoying this huh, Di.”
“Oh YES.” She cues up her playlist and puts her phone down. A soft voice croons slowly: ‘Do You Know What I Know?’
“Celine Dion.” Di purrs and hums along: “A Brat, A Brat Shivers in the Behind.”
Tessa is right. Di is enjoying this too much!
The wooden stick is touching my bottom, moving around. It feels cool and comforting on my hot skin.
“This is going to sting a bit, Molly.” Diana warns me gently. “You ready?”
My body tenses up. Butterflies fluttering in my heart, I clench my cheeks tight and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes, ma’am.” I say softly.
“Unclench your cheeks, darling,” Diana pats my bottom trying to make me relax.
Tess moves to stand next to me. “Babe, you need to unclench your butt.”
I give a small whimper but oblige.
“Do You Hear What I Hear” Di sings in a gentle croon then WHAP! I hear the sound before the pain sears into my flesh. “Owww.”
“A Thump, A Thump, High Above the Rump.” Di belts out her own lyrics.
Yeah I hear that alright!
Tessa giggles and leans over to take my hand. “You ok babe?” We’ve never tried anything similar to a cane or any kind of sticks before. If my memory is correct, other than her hand, Tess has only used a ruler and hairbrush. Maybe she’s right about having a long way to go. The thought makes me snicker.
The pain lasts about five seconds before it recedes and I recover quickly. “I’m fine. Just didn’t expect that little thing to be so lethal,” I explain with a wry giggle, wiggling my hips to diffuse some sting.
“Remember your safe word, Molly.” Diana rubs the spot the baton hit a minute ago. “Use it anytime you want please.”
Diana adjusts my position a little, I assume to give herself a better aim. She continues to hum along with Celine Dion, “Do You See What I See?”
WHAP! The second whack comes down un-ceremonially on the other cheek and it feels more bearable ‘cause I’m better prepared for its impact now. “Ouch.” I shuffle my feet.
Diana hums along: “A Peach, A Peach, Dancing on the Beach.” She moves her hand around my cheeks and says sympathetically, “Most people, myself included, tend to underestimate this little implement here.”
No kidding, Ma’am.
WHAP! WHAP! Two more strokes landed on my cheeks, one on each. I shuffle my feet more. “Ow ow.” Rubbing my bottom cheeks, I can feel slightly raised lines forming.
“So … you do this for a living, Di?” Tessa asks, her voice betraying a touch of wonderment.
“What? Spanking naughty bottoms?”
“Very funny. No, conducting with that baton. You said you are a conductor.”
“Yes, whipping brats, I mean students into shape.” Di jokes. Sounds like she quite likes her job.
“I know whacha mean.” Tess replies in empathy. “Trust me, I deal with undergrads on a daily basis and sometimes I have to say my palm gets really itchy.”
I put in and tease Tessa. “Really? I thought most of us students do not dare to mess with THE soon-to-be Dr. Tessa Blackwell.”
“I wish!” Tess shakes her head and swats my bottom playfully. “Though I gotta admit most students do behave well for me. No need for the whip!” Sounds like she quite likes her job too.
“Speaking of which,” Di rests the baton across my cheeks. “Would you like to give it a go, Tess?”
“What, the baton?” I can hear excitement rising in her voice.
“Sure, why not, if Molly here has no objection.” Diana says in a sincere tone.
“Knock yourself out,” I smirk, feeling delighted in my heart.
“There.” I hear Tessa positioning herself behind me, her hand tracing the trail left by the previous four strokes. “Nice straight lines, Di.” She raves.
“Thank you.” Di gushes back.
Celine Dion’s silky voice floats in the room and Diana croons along intermittently.
Tess shifts her feet. “Here it comes.” THWACK!
“Ouch,” I yelp, curling my leg upwards.
She puts a hand on the sore spot. “You ok?”
“Now let me ask you Mo.” Tess slips into the top mode, using a mocking stern tone. “Do you agree that it was solely your responsibility to make sure that red bottom of yours is properly covered on the beach, um?”
I play along. “Bu-but you can’t expect a sleeping person to know that the wind had picked up and blown off my towel, can ya?” That particular retort earns me another THWACK with the baton. I yelp again.
“Such a brat. Always has an excuse ready. See Di? What I have to deal with every day!” Tess feigns indignation but I can tell she’s trying hard not to laugh and break her toppy persona.
Diana chuckles. “Yes I see. That’s a typical brat logic. Mind you, I hear these kinds of argument from students all the time. One time a student missed a rehearsal in the morning and he told me later it was because his alarm hadn’t gone off. Turned out that HE had forgotten to set it up the night before!”
I hear Tessa nod in agreement. “Yeah, brats tend to blame anything or anyone other than themselves.” She chuckles and touches my sore bottom. “We studied that in class, didn’t we Molly? What is this behavior called eh?”
Luckily I have excellent memories about these things. “It’s called attribution errors, Tessa ma’am.”
“Very good. Can you explain what it means please?” She is grilling me like I have a test tomorrow!
“It means we, er… brats tend to overestimate situational or external factors to cover, er… to explain their less than desirable behavior.”
Haha I’m good at retaining useless information.
“Very good babe.” Tessa bends down and plants a kiss on my lower back and examines her handiwork. “Wish my lines were straight like yours, Di.”
Di comes over and rubs my bottom. “They look great, Tess. You’re such a natural. Molly darling, that was half a dozen done.” She asks me, “Now tell me, young lady, have you been properly disciplined or would you need more licks?”
Her question sends a tingling shiver that rises up along my spine.
My bottom is sore, but will I pass a slappy golden opportunity like this?! Not in a million years.
Tessa knows me well. “More of course, right Mo?”
I want to feign reluctance but it’s too hard. So I simply squeal my delighted consent.
Tess measures and fusses over my bottom. “Got to line them up parallel to those.”
THWACK! THWACK! Two quick blows hit in succession on one cheek each. I hold my breath until the searing pain subsides. “Phew.”
A thankful pause. More measuring and fussing over my backside by my toppy girlfriend. THUMP! THUMP! Two more swift strikes land on my cheeks. I stamp my feet to disperse the searing pain. Tess rubs my burning orbs.
“Okay, last two. Let me try to make them 90 degrees to the others. What do you think, Di?” Tessa is moving the stick around on my cheeks, gauging her aim.
“Brilliant idea!” Diana encourages enthusiastically. A bit too keen, in my humble opinion!
I prepare myself for the last two smacks. Head down, eyes shut and breath held in.
They come in quick succession, mercifully.
“Wow, beautiful strikes, Tess!” Diana gently touches the spots. She reaches for her phone and aims it at my quivering behind. A quick snap and she shows it to me.
“See how stunning the lines are, Molly.” She enthuses, enlarging the picture for me to see.
Staring at me is a ripe peach and on each side of the crack, there are horizontal raised red lines crossed by a vertical one. Stunning, yes, and picture perfect, if I may say so myself. Grinning ear to ear, I slowly pull myself up.
Best Boxing Day ever!
Tessa’s adrenaline seems to run high, her face flushed. She helps me stand still, draws up my shorts and ruffles my hair lovingly.
“Thank you so much Di.” She buzzes, handing the baton back to Di. “It’s an amazing implement, so light and easy to swing.” She flexes her wrists a few times.
Diana takes the baton, “You’re very welcome.” She then points it at Tessa’s backside. “Speaking of which, have you decided? Here’s your last chance if you’re interested in trying the receiving end.” Her light brown eyes are sparkling, and I can see she’s sincere in her offer.
Four eyes are fixed on my girlfriend’s face.
Tess slowly licks her lower lip, her greenish gray eyes gleaming with a whiff of curiosity and adventure. After a minute, she flings her hair back over her shoulder, both thumbs raised, and declares, “Fine, why not?”
I throw myself into my love’s embrace. “Really? That’s awesome!”
Diana nods, eyes crinkling with approval. “Smart choice, Tess! I’m chuffed. Come on then.”
“Just a couple whacks though, ok? And on my shorts only.” Tess clarifies though her voice shows she’s quite excited.
“Come and bend yourself on this chair then, will you please?” Diana moves the chair closer and points at the seat.
Tessa complies. Her long arms easily reach down to let her hands rest comfortably.
“Very well, thank you. Let’s play this properly, shall we?” Diana teases and swings the baton a few times. “Now Miss Tessa?”
“Uh-uh, try again.” The tip of the baton swiftly touches the back of Tessa’s bare thigh, a reminder and a warning.
“Okayyy I’ll play.” Tess huffs. “Yes, MA’AM?”
My girlfriend is such a quick learner!
“That’s better.” Di ignores Tessa’s dramatic exaggeration. She clears her throat. “Now when you said to Molly a while ago that she was solely responsible on the beach, I beg to disagree.”
I know what’s coming.
“How so?” Tess grunts out a question of her own.
“Because you also contributed to the red bottom on the beach, wouldn’t you say?” Diana still sounds playful but her tone takes on a more serious note than before.
“I … um” Tessa bites her tongue.
“Um is exactly right.” Diana points out. “Now please tell me why you’re also responsible, Miss Tess.”
“Can’t think of why I AM, ma’am.” Tess winks at me. She can be bratty, my Tess. She always claims she learns from the best!
Diana narrows her eyes, moves to Tessa’s side and raises her arm. WHACK! It hits the meatiest part of both cheeks.
“Holy f**k. That hurt!” Tessa’s hand flies back to rub her bottom.
“I know right?” I chime in sympathetically. “And you have shorts on too!”
Diana plays the top persona perfectly. She orders in a mock stern tone. “Now try again, Miss Tessa.”
“Geez, alright. Because I’m the one who spanked Molly, with a good reason I might add, and then let her go to the beach with only a dodgy towel to cover her red bottom. Happy now?”
“Correct answer,” Diana confirms delightedly. “But wrong attitude! And that calls for another jolly good whack.” She moves to the other side of Tess and swings her arm upwards. The baton then comes down in a straight line covering the same spot as the first one. WHACK!
Tessa whips around, rubbing her bottom vigorously. “God, that baton IS lethal. You were right Mo.” She pulls herself upright. “All right I’m done.”
“Not so fast, missy!” Diana gestures for her to stay put. “That swearing has earned you another lick.” Di’s voice is playful but firm. “You wouldn’t allow Molly to swear during a spanking, would you now?” She winks at me and the freckles on her nose dance merrily.
“No, she wouldn’t,” I try my best to be helpful, grinning to myself.
“Haha, very funny, both of you.” Tess glares at me and Di, but complies and returns to the proper position.
Di carefully aims and delivers the last WHACK!
Tess rises to stand straight, rubbing her bottom. The seats of her shorts are creased from being massaged so vigorously. She gives Diana a big hug. “Thanks, Di. That was a first for me, very memorable.”
“My pleasure darling. I’m glad you decided to try. It wasn’t too bad, was it?” Di’s mouth turns upwards into a big grin.
“Are you kidding me?” Tessa snorts and continues to rub her bottom. She addresses me teasingly, with a big smirk on her face, “Looks like we are NOT gonna switch anytime soon, sorry Mo.”
“Fine by me.” I glare at my toppy girlfriend with a big silly smirk of my own.
Soft Xmas music is still playing. Tessa sits down on the couch. I’m sprawled next to her in prone position with my chin resting on her thigh and my feet curled upwards dangling. Diana is sitting in the loveseat across from us. She reaches into her clutch bag and magically retrieves three small little flasks.
“Now for the post spanking tipple.” Di hands two over to me and Tess.
We inspect the little bottles. They are the kind that airlines serve on international flights.
“Haha, naughty of me, I know.” Di explains, her golden brown eyes glinting with a flicker of mischief. “I asked for extras on the plane.”
I open the teeny flask and take a small swig, the tart liquid waltzing down my throat, refreshing.
“Don’t have Tim Tam with me, sorry girls. BUT here,” she produces a packet of Jaffa Cakes.
“Oh I love those!” I whoop. The quintessential British cookies are featured by a round soft cookie covered by a layer of orange jelly on one side, that is further layered by a thin coat of chocolate. One of my favorites.
The music has picked up volume. A male voice is belting out: “Santa Claus Is Coming to Town.”
“Ah …” Diana sips from the little flask and relaxes her body. “This is one of the best Boxing Days I’ve ever had!” She leans into the back of the loveseat and puts her feet up on the ottoman. “Thank you heaps for letting me play, ladies. Sara and I haven’t had much chance to play since Mags was born.” Her soft face is animated, brimming with genuine feelings.
“You are very welcome, Di. We had so much fun too, didn’t we, Molly?” Tess reaches for my backside and pats gently.
I nod vigorously.
Tessa clears her throat and her signature intense gaze falls on Diana. “Um so … Di, you said you lifted those drinks from the aircraft?”
“What? How do you mean?” Di asks, a small furrow around her eyes.
Tessa narrows her gaze. “Well, you said yourself that those drinks were taken from the plane.” Her tone is even but her gaze is unyielding.
I realize what Tessa is doing before Di does. I wink approvingly at my toppy girlfriend and she returns with one of her own.
“Yep, so?” Comprehension descents on Di’s expressive face. Her pale brown eyes roam Tessa’s face slowly and expectantly.
“Gee, Di. I dunno. Maybe it’s a spankable offense, would you say?” Tessa says playfully.
Diana’s eyes turn into two sparkling moons.
I perk up and put in helpfully in a squeak. “Oh yeah, absolutely ‘cause it’s like shoplifting, right?” My excitement is palpable.
Diana’s face breaks into a wide grin, showing a few creases in the corners of her eyes. “What do you have in mind, Tess?” She pulls herself away from the back of the loveseat and plants her feet on the floor, returning Tessa’s gaze with curiosity and expectation.
Grinning from ear to ear, Tess replies, “Well, I thought I’d return the favor. Where’s that baton?”
Di gives it over to Tess with a quivering hand.
“Thank you,” Tess places it next to her on the couch.
“I say we start with a nice warm-up and then move on to the baton, what do you think, Miss Diana?” Tess slips into her authoritative tone.
“Your call, ma’am,” Di replies meekly in a low voice, her eyes looking down.
Wow, the woman can act all right!
Tess nudges me and helps me get off the couch. “Would you please swap places with Di? Thank you.”
I’m now perched on the loveseat watching the two adorable tops play.
“Tell me why you are over my knee getting a bare bottomed spanking, Miss Di.” Tess orders.
The prone woman wiggles her upended plumpish derrière. “Um, for the tipple, ma’am?”
Tess tries hard not to laugh. “Yes, what about the tipple? Please be more specific.”
“Em, for illegally obtaining it from the airline?” Di teases.
“Exactly! It was akin to shoplifting really.” Tessa raises her hand and lands a sound whop on Di’s behind.
“Ow, that hurt!” Di rubs her bottom. “What, you’ve got hands of steel?”
SLAP! A second sharp spank is expertly delivered.
I cringe and Di yelps.
Tess flexes her hand. “Yes, you’re lucky Di. I play volleyball and my hands, let’s just say your bottom is in for a sound … treat … correction I mean.” She turns to me, “Isn’t that right, Mo?”
I love it when my girlfriend flaunts her tough hands.
Diana shivers. “Yes, ma’am, I was very naughty stealing alcohol from the plane. I deserve a proper correction.”
“Okey dokey, here we go then.” Tess shifts her legs, slightly raising the bare bottom on her knee and starts raining down sharp smacks earnestly.
“Santa Clause Is Coming to Town.”
Tessa’s slaps and Diana’s squeals are in perfect sync with the music.
My eye lids start to feel heavy. The mixed sounds, cool liquor, rich and sweet starch, and delightful aching of my spanked bottom, they all threaten to lull me to sleep. The last thing I remember dancing in front of me is Tessa swinging her arm and her hand landing on Diana’s jiggling bottom, both women giggling hard.
In my blissful slumber I hear Diana bend over and kiss me goodbye on the forehead. She quietly lays down something on my chest, “Keep it Mo, my Boxing Day pressie to you both.” Her voice floats away.
I yawn and rub my eyes half open, catching a sliver of the rosewood handle winking up at me.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS Y’ALL!
This story is part of the Annual Christmas Exchange on Alyx’s blog here