Better Late Than Never

Ok, I realized with an un-small shock that it’d been over a year since I wrote the “What about Lizzy?” post. Believe me, I didn’t forget her. It’s just … well one can’t really force oneself into writing spanky stories if one doesn’t FEEL LIKE it, right?!

But … as they say in German: der wind dreht sich – the wind has turned, mis amigas. :) In fact, the purpose of the current post was to let you know that Lizzy’s story is forthcoming! Yes, you heard me right, IT’S COMING! *vbg*

I still remember after the above mentioned post, many of you chimed in with wonderfully creative suggestions and ideas. Please know that your enthusiasm and help was very much appreciated. Hope you’ll see and recognize some of your creative ideas woven into the story.

See y’all in about a week or so? Two weeks top, I promise, kinda. ;)

Sending you spanky love from my *ahem* bottom to yours …. heehee

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Quantum of Holiday Solace


The holiday traffic is heavy and slow.
At least we are moving.
“Are we there yet?” I hear myself whine.
Tessa turns and gives me a look. “We left 30 minutes ago! You know it’ll take a few hours to get there.”
“I know, but I’m bored.” I draw out, realizing I may be sounding like a 12-year-old at the moment.
She glances at me, frowning. “What’s the matter, Molly? Why so grumpy? I thought you were excited about spending Xmas at my parents’ house.”
Darn, she always knows what’s on my mind.
“I was. I mean I AM.” I slouch in the seat and put my feet up above the glove compartment. “It’s just…” I pause and look out of the window.
“Just want?” Tessa gently prods.
“What if …” I turn my face toward her, “they don’t like me?” I look down at my hands.
“Oh Honey! Of course they will like you.” She touches my hand. “In fact my family’s going to LOVE you. I just know it!” She smiles.
“How’d ya know?” I put my other hand on hers, rubbing those long fingers.
“For starters,” she replies, “my family is very easy going.” Then she adds helpfully, “All my exes got along just fine with them.”
Yeah right, as if THAT would help ease my anxiety.
I stop rubbing her fingers and slowly remove my hand. I turn my head to stare at the busy road outside the window again, counting how many vehicles have those cute reindeer horns on top of them.
“Sorry Mo, that’s not what I meant to say.” Tessa’s hand moves up and turns my face around so I’m looking right into her hazel eyes. “I meant that my family is really easy going, and so are you. You’ll blend in fine, I promise.”
I find those soft eyes reassuring and her words comforting.
Maybe I shouldn’t feel anxious at all.
“That’s good to know.” I manage a small smile, followed by a pause. “Em…, can I ask you a question, Tess?”
I take a deep breath. “How many exes exactly are we talking about here?”
Tessa is quiet for a minute concentrating on the road. Then she says in a soothing voice, “Not that many. I’ve told you before it’s just a handful.”
I nod and remain quiet.
“Hey there, you know I love you right, Mo?”
“I know. Love ya too.” Only if she knew how much! “Bu-but you loved all your exes too.” I said in a low voice.
“I did, but this, you and me, feels different.” She says emphatically, squeezing my thigh. “I’ve never felt like this before. It feels so right, Molly.”
Now THAT, I like, a lot.
“Why me?” I grin and sit up straight in my seat resting my feet down on the floor. I’ve asked her before but I like to hear it again.
She grins back. She knows what I’m asking.
“What?” I pout and blush a little.
“You’re cute?” She says playfully.
I blush more. This is all part of a fun game. The crescendo of a piece of music. “Is that all? You like me ‘cause I’m cute?” I tease her.
“So what if I do?” She teases back.
“You are so shallow, Tess!” I do a mock surprise and pat her arm. “What if I got no substance huh?”
She chuckles. “Well, guess I lucked out because you’ve got plenty substance, babe. ‘Sides …” she pauses.
“’Sides what?” My excitement builds as I anticipate her answer.
“My girl’s got the most adorable peachy bottom!” She winks, laughing.
Beautiful music to my ears.
“Oh, I see.” I try to sound serious but can’t help laughing too. “You love me ‘cause of my peachy backside?”
She shoots back, “Hey, it makes my palm tingle all the time! Doesn’t that count for something?”
Bingo, that concludes our “Why Me” game. A spanker and spankee, we belong together.
A lovely sensation washes all over me making me feel warm and relaxed. I squirm and wriggle in my seat.
Oh Good Earth, I love this woman so much.


Tessa pulls into a rest stop and we walk into a diner for a quick bite. Two club sandwiches later, we order coffee for her and tea for me.
She stands up to go to the restroom.
Our steaming drinks arrive. I pick up a little Splenda packet for her coffee when another bowl on the table catches my eye. It has these little identical packets stacked together. I smirk and look around, picking them up and dumping the contents into her coffee. Well, she might like her coffee … flavorful. Ya never know right?
I’m stirring her coffee when Tessa saunters back. I nonchalantly place the mug in front of her and try to look every bit the innocent angel that I am.
“What’s that smirk on your face for?” Tessa asks, slightly frowning.
“Nothin’.” I drink my green tea. Don’t laugh Molly.
She sits down and takes a sip of her coffee. “Ew, what the f*^%?!” She gags and quickly takes a large swig of water.
Breathless from trying not to laugh, I’m rolling on the booth holding my stomach.
She knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Get over here and sit next to me, now!” Tessa crooks her finger and commands in a low voice with narrowing eyes. I comply. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and purrs in my ear: “You’re so gonna get it, grrl!”
“Uh-huh…you can’t spank me at your parents’ house.” I whisper back, snickering. “I mean you wouldn’t want your family to hear that, would ya?”
“For your information,” she squeezes my thigh under the table. “I told my mom we are taking the basement apartment. My grandparents used to live down there. It’s totally separate and insulated. You can holler all you want and nobody will hear a thing.” She smirks back.
Beautiful music to my ear again, for the second time today! My body tingles as I shift next to her, my face breaking out into a broad silly mirth.
The waiter brings over a new cup of brew, and this time I pick up two appropriate little packets and hand them over to her. “Sorry Tess,” I kiss her.
She kisses me back and sips her coffee, pulling me into her side tightly. I wanna sit here forever.
After a while, Tessa lets go of me and pats my thigh, “C’mon, time to get going.”
I follow her back into the car. It’s gonna be alright, meeting her family. I can feel it.
Her parents’ house sits at a quiet cul de sac. I stand in the driveway imagining Tessa growing up here. The Xmas decorations in the front yard are understated and tasteful. I like them.
It is early afternoon and nobody is home yet. Tessa leads me to the basement apartment. “First things first,” she declares.
“Whatcha mean Tess?” I ask innocently.
She pulls out a straight-backed chair to the middle of the room. Oh-uh.
I eye her nervously.
“C’mon, jeans off, Molly.” She says simply, sitting down.
I eagerly obey. With a little tug on my arm I find myself over Tessa’s muscular knee dangling my feet as this darn chair is too tall.
Tessa chuckles as she helps me adjust my position so my bottom is in a prime angle for her. “You know,” she draws out, “we may want to bring this chair back with us. What say you, Mo?”
“Whatever for?” Though I know darn well why.
“For this lovely peach of course.” She pats my bottom and chuckles more.
I turn around my head and stick out my tongue at her.
She starts slapping my panty clad bottom cheeks gently.
“Been anxious about meeting my family huh?” She asks softly.
“Uh-huh.” I coo, raising my butt to meet her hand.
She increases the intensity and speed, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
I whimper as I feel my cheeks wobble with each smack. I love feeling her strong palm flat on my bottom.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, three more lazy smacks.
I squeal with delight, swinging my legs.
“Oh, are we having a good time Molly?”
A squeak is my reply.
As she continues to spank, my backside starts to feel wonderfully warm. The warmth relaxes me and I’m beginning to nod off.
I feel Tessa’s long finger tips lock themselves inside my panties. In one swift motion my underwear is tucked down just below my knees.
“Hey.” I pretend to protest.
“Warm-up over, Molly.” She pats my butt and purrs in my ear. “Feeling more relaxed?”
“Yeah. Thank you.” I purr back.
She is satisfied. “Okay, time to chat about your antic with my coffee then.”
“Oh that.” I giggle.
“Yeah that.” A sharp spank on my wiggling bare bottom.
Ouch, that stings.
“You were asking for it, weren’t you?” SMACK, another sharp one on my left cheek.
“Ow.” I’m surprised at the impact though I’m quite familiar with the power of her palm. I shiver a little.
Another SLAP, on my right cheek. “Oh yes, you were definitely asking for a sound spanking, Molly.” She answers her own question.
I yelp, flailing about.
Why on earth does she ask me questions she already knows the answers for?!
SMACK, SMACK. My butt is getting really tender but my mouth won’t stay shut. “Well, I heard … flavored coffee is quite tasty. Thought you might appreciate it.”
“Did I appreciate it?” Tessa pauses and repeats the question.
“I figured you liked to experiment with new tastes. Wasn’t I thoughtful Tess?” I ask in my sweetest and most adorable of voices.
She pulls me up to stand. “Of course you were babe. In fact I appreciated the salt-and-pepper coffee so much I’d like to properly return the favor.”
“Whatcha mean ‘properly return the favor’?”
“Over there.” She cocks her head toward the vanity across the room.
I bend down and make to pull up my underwear.
“Oh, leave them where they are, Hon,” she commands while swatting my naked butt, a wicked grin on her face.
I toddle across the room with my panties bunched around my ankles imagining the look of enjoyment on Tessa’s beautiful face.
“Left drawer,” she instructs.
I open the said drawer. Rests peacefully inside is a solid looking old hairbrush. Oak, I guess.
I bring it back to her, my heart suddenly beating faster.
“Ahhh, Nana’s old trusty hairbrush.” She caresses it and pats it on her palm while eyeing me meaningfully.
The way she’s gripping that piece of solid oak makes me shudder.
“Come on, back over my knee please.” She crooks her finger.
The wood feels cool on my warm bottom cheeks. “Consider it my special appreciation for your thoughtfulness, Mo.”
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, one following another, lands on my tenderized cheeks. My poor bottom is instantly set on fire.
I holler and scissor my feet.
Tessa pauses. “I wonder if your bottom appreciates this proper payback.”
I wail, “Okay, okay, it does, very much. I’m sorry alright?”
“Sorry about what, Mo?” She asks in a perfectly charming voice.
Arghhh, why does she do that??
“For flavoring your coffee?” I mumble, wiggling my hips to disperse the sting.
“What else?” She smirks, prompting me with another mighty SPLAT.
“Ow. Else? I don’t know, Tess.” I pout.
“Think!” She gives me another WHAP.
Oh right, what I said that prompted the appearance of the mighty oak.
“Um… for being sassy?” I venture.
“Good.” She rests the hairbrush on my burning bottom. A welcome reprieve.
“Is it over?” I lift my head turning her way while my hand moves to comfort my backside.
“Shhh, listen,” she shushes me, her hand stroking my hair.
“What?” I vigorously rub my sore bottom.
“I heard a chuckle.” She whispers and continues to stroke my hair. “I swear it’s Nana! I bet she approves of this.” With that she picks up the hairbrush, moves my hand away, and delivers another sharp crack.
“Owww, Tess!”
She gives my butt one last wooden lick and then lays the oak on my back.
Tessa caresses my sore derriere, gently making small circles from the crown to the sit spots. “Ah, one ripe peach right here! I do love this view, babe.” She bends down and kisses my hot bottom cheeks.
I whimper and squeak delightedly.
“How ‘bout a nap?” Tessa pulls me onto her lap. I snuggle into her. “Will you lie down with me, Tess?”
Nodding, Tessa carries me to the bed and we lie down together, my body wrapped in her arms. I’m content. I’m blissful. I’m happy.


Tessa’s right. I blend in easily and get along with her family just fine.
On Xmas eve, after a big family dinner, Tessa and I bring a slice of cheesecake and a bottle of Codorniu, the best Spanish sparkling champagne, back to the basement.
She puts on a CD of holiday carols. The air in the room is calm and serene, the way it ought to be on the night before Xmas.
We sit in bed side by side, our backs leaning on the headboard and our legs entangled.
We sip on our sparkling wine and nibble on the cheesecake.
Tessa puts down her glass and hands me a small box, her hazel eyes twinkling.
“What’s this?” I feel the dainty box in my palm.
“When we were little, my parents let us open one present on Xmas eve.” She strokes my face and kisses me. “Go ahead, open it, Molly.”
I open the box. A delicate glass necklace hanging on a simple silver chain. The pendant is light Marsala, the shape of a … peach? I squint and look more carefully.
She puts the necklace around my neck. The glass fruit rests snuggly right in between my boobs. “Nana gave it to me on my 16th birthday,” she whispers and pulls me into a big hug.
“Murano?” I touch the glass gingerly.
“Yes. Nana told me her mom had brought it from the old country.”
My breath caught. “You sure about this Tess? I … I think you should keep it.”
“I am very sure Molly.” Tessa looks me in the eye. “I wanted you to have it because I love you, Hon.” Her hazel eyes are so soft.
I’m choking up. “Thank you Tess. I love ya too.”
She wipes away my tears with her fingers and winks. “Besides, it suits you with your cute … peach,” she squeezes my bottom cheeks.
I giggle and wiggle my hips. Our lips meet and our tongues dance in a lingering kiss.
After we pull apart for air, Tessa says, “Alright, what did you get me, Sweetie?”
I retrieve from my bag a small wrapped package tied with blue ribbons.
She unties the ribbons. A pair of baby-blue glittens!
“I knitted them!” I proudly point out.
“You did?” Her eyes grow wide. She tries them on with the hoody down. They fit her hands perfectly. “They are great Mo!” Tess sounds impressed.
I’m grinning from ear to ear. “It’s cashmere Tess. Super soft. Here, touch your face. See?” I lower my voice a little, “I wanted them to protect your hand, ya know …” I blabber.
“From what?” She raises an eyebrow and rubs her cashmere hands.
“Um… from hurting your hand when … when” I can’t get the words out.
“When I’m spanking you?” She finishes my sentence, winking.
I nod and blush.
“Ohh, you’re such a naughty brat! Get over here.” She pulls me over her knee and gently peels down my pajama pants and panties.
“My, this peach needs some coloring!” She exclaims while taking down the hoody and laying her mitten-covered hand on my butt. It feels really soft and smooth.
“Let’s test if the cashmere will protect my hand, shall we?” With that she starts to slap my bottom while the loose hoody flaps up and down with each movement.
I start to giggle.
Then I feel both of her hands on my cheeks. With each attempted smack on each cheek comes the flap of the hoody.
My giggles turn to laughter and I make sure my hips wiggle vigorously from side to side.
Tessa gives up spanking me. “Molly, you’re such a naughty grrl!” With that she starts to poke me in sensitive places knowing fully well that I’m extremely ticklish. I roll off her knee and try to get away but she pins me down on my back and continues to tickle me. I curl into a twisted ball to fend her off.
Breathless from laughing so hard, we roll around in the bed and somehow end up naked, our pajamas strewn here and there.
Tessa removes her glittens, puts me back over her knee and proceeds to add some coloring to my bottom. “Consider this your second present, Hon,” she informs me as her hand spanks vigorously. I squirm and moan amidst the intoxicating POP POP sounds of her palm contacting my bottom cheeks.
Soon Tessa declares the peach is pink enough. She flips me over, our eyes locked. All I see is love. A long session of pure pleasure ensues.
Love-making after a spanking is so much more sexy, I dare say!
‘Tis the night before Christmas and all through the basement, Xmas carols compete with Tessa and Molly’s purring, cooing, whispering, giggling, moaning and groaning.
Above all the sounds, a throaty chuckle echoes in the air.
“Did you hear that?” I bolt up.
“Yes.” Tessa seems startled too.
“Your Nana again?”
She pauses and looks at the clock. “Nah, it sounded like … Santa. It IS midnight you know.”
“Santa???” I slide off the bed, running towards the cupboard.
“Hey, whatcha doing Mo?”
“Gotta get cookies and milk Tess! Otherwise there might be coal in our stockings!”
Behind me, Tessa bursts out laughing.
Ah ladies, don’t you just love Christmas!


Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

This story is part of Alyx’s 2014 Christmas Exchange here .

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Maddy & Gen 4: Engels’ Laws of Dialectics

A Special Happy Birthday to the Formidable “HMS!” ;)


Genevieve pulled into the driveway and got the groceries out of the car. Autumn air was warm and fresh, caressing and slightly scented. Sensei breathed in deeply, taking her time surveying the front yard. The blanket of freshly-cut green grass was swaying in the gentle breeze and the Japanese maple looked tall and healthy providing plenty of shade. She smiled, thinking to herself, ‘We really ought to make a little flower garden here, with all the regional varieties of hosta that I used to have at my old house.’

She and her girlfriend Maddy had purchased this house together. They both wanted to have something that would remind them daily of their commitment to each other. They also wanted to start afresh in a new dwelling and so far the plan had worked because both women were happy and content settling into a blissful cohabitation.

Gen went into the kitchen and placed the groceries on the counter. She then went to the master bedroom, or as Maddy liked to call it, “Our Room,” where she changed into a comfortable white cotton tank top and black shorts. The room still smelt faintly of new furniture which put a smile on Genevieve’s face. When they moved in, they purchased every single piece of furniture together for their bedroom. This room was truly theirs together, brand new.

The rest of the ranch was furnished by mixing and matching pieces from their respective previous homes. Surprisingly everything seemed to blend seamlessly into a warm, soft nest of comfort and harmony.

Gen came back to the kitchen. It’s Friday, the end of a busy first week of the fall semester for both of them. She could hardly wait to spend a quiet evening with Maddy.

The menu for tonight would be a simple affair: grilled scallops and shrimp, and green vegetables over Spanish rice, and Ben and Jerry’s for dessert.

Sensei poured herself a glass of merlot and sipped slowly. Maddy wouldn’t be home for another hour or so.

Her phone beeped. A message flashed on the screen: Guess what? Thanksgiving in Paradise!!

Gen smiled indulgently. Her girlfriend loved travelling and was always cooking up new travel schemes. It must have been one of the promotional deals that Maddy had gotten interested in. Sensei imagined their dinner conversation being dominated by a bubbly Maddy selling her the idea of spending Thanksgiving in Hawaii. Her face broke into a big grin. Maddy could be adorably persistent when she got her mind set on something.

About 20 minutes later, a small figure burst into the door, in typical Maddy fashion.

“Hey sweetie, you are home early. I didn’t expect you for another hour at least.” Gen rushed towards the door to meet her petite girlfriend, a little surprised.

Maddy flew into Gen’s open arms as the taller woman picked her up and carried her through to the kitchen.

“Did you get my message?” Maddy kicked off her shoes.

“Yes. What’s that all about?”

“We are going to Aloha babe! For Thanksgiving!” Maddy was grinning from ear to ear.

Gen put her down on the counter and waited for the story.

“You know that paper on the annoying emerald ash borer I wrote?”

“The one published in JPP?” She was referring to the Journal of Plant Pathology.

“Yup. Apparently, it caught the attention of one Dr. Park, Sylvia Park, you know, the big shot in my field. She called to invite me to speak at their annual meeting in O’ahu, all expenses paid!”

“Wow,” Gen gave her love a big hug. “Congratulations, Dr. Madison McGrath. That is excellent news!” Sensei was very proud of her partner’s professional achievement.

Maddy’s face was flushed with excitement as she continued, “Since it’s right before Thanksgiving break, I figure you should come too.” Maddy laid out her plan enthusiastically. “Do you realize Gen, we’ll finally get to meet HMS,” the younger woman winked, referring to the professional disciplinarian whose kinky blog both women loved and had spent countless hours reading over the years. They had been corresponding regularly and had become close spanky friends.

“So … whatcha say?” Maddy asked expectantly.

“I say that sounds like a great plan, hon.” Gen smiled approvingly at her girlfriend. She had always wanted to visit the Paradise, but to meet the legendary HMS who’s respected and loved by all in the f/f kinky community? Now that was definitely something she wouldn’t pass for anything.

Both women were so excited by the prospect of their Thanksgiving trip they chatted about all things Aloha. It was a while before they realized the sun was about to set and they quickly started working on dinner. Gen was the grill Tzarista and Maddy set about cooking the Spanish rice and preparing iced tea.

Gen couldn’t help but grinning as she started the grill. There’s something to be said about living together as a couple, going through the daily mundane routines. Sensei liked that a lot. The domestic bliss had a calming and reassuring effect on them both and the stability brought serenity. She brushed a generous portion of garlic butter over the scallops and shrimp before gently placing them on the grill. Then she laid out the vegetables alongside as well. It would take but a few minutes.

They sat down at the little table on the porch. The crimson sun had just started setting, the evening breeze gently touching their faces. Sipping her red wine, Maddy rattled off her day.

“I couldn’t wait to get outta my office after the call!” Maddy scooped some rice into her mouth.

“So you managed to finish up everything early then?” Gen asked while biting down into a tender scallop that melted in her mouth right away.

“Nah, not really, I just wanted to come home.”

Something clicked in Sensei’s brain.

“So you didn’t text me right after you’d got the call?” Sensei kept her tone very casual.

“No, not right away ‘cause I wanted to come home and surprise ya.” Maddy had no inkling where Sensei was headed.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Sensei teased.

The younger woman rolled her eyes dramatically, “You know perfectly well my dear Sensei, that patience is not one of my countless virtues, is it?” Maddy said in an exaggerated tone.

“No, I’m afraid not, honey.” Sensei shook her head, smiling. Then she asked, her tone deceptively casual and soft, “When did you text me then?”

“On the way home.” Maddy took another sip of her wine.

Sensei’s smile faded and her face fell. She put down her fork.

“In the jeep, while driving.” This was not a question but a statement.

Maddy caught the drift of it. Oh-uh, crap.

She quickly made to stand up. “Gotta pee. Be right back.”

Despite the annoyance and disappointment she felt, Genevieve had to suppress a tiny grin. Her sweetheart was nothing if not quick at fleeing when she knew she was in trouble, a trait shared by her late beloved Evie.

“Not so quick, missy. Finish your meal and then let’s talk.” The voice was soft but the tone left no room for argument.

“Talk?” Maddy knew exactly what was coming. Her mind went into overdrive trying to figure out how to handle the sticky situation she’d gotten herself in. She took her time finishing the food while Gen finished hers in silence.

“Come with me.” Gen firmly grabbed Maddy’s hand and led her to the living room.

“Bu-but I need to do the dishes.” Maddy pointed out.

“The dishes can wait.” Was the Top’s firm reply.

Sitting on the couch side by side, Sensei’s brown eyes locked straight into Maddy’s light gray irises.

“Maddy, were you texting while driving?” Sensei asked in a low voice but her enunciation was very clear.

“Hmmm.” Maddy stuttered and looked away. “Technically yes, but um, well, in actuality, no.”

“How so?” Gen’s eyebrows shot up.

“Well, you see, the car was actually not moving at the time ‘cause I was waiting for the light, so actually I was not texting WHILE driving.” Maddy explained, hoping this reasoning could get her out of trouble.

Gen looked at her girlfriend, incredulous. “But you were behind the wheel, on a busy road, Maddy!”

“Why yes, technically. But it’s like Engels’ first Law of Dialectics, you know, the Law of Opposites.” Maddy perked up.

“I’m listening.” Gen’s eyes were narrowing.

“See, though contradictory in nature, opposites can co-exist perfectly well. In this case I was driving and yet, I wasn’t driving.” Maddy made her case vehemently, “When I texted you, I WASN’T driving.” She added in a hopeful but small voice, “It only took a few seconds.”

“Madison McGrath!” Gen’s voice was becoming ominous. “I asked you a simple question: Were you texting while driving? And you are giving me a philosophy lesson on Engels?”

“No, noo, I was just trying to explain why it was not a simple yes or no answer kind of situation ‘cause you know it’s like asking me if I’m moving or not moving right now.”

“Well?” Sensei leaned back on the couch, arms folded across the chest.

“I’m both not moving and moving ‘cause though I’m sitting down the earth is always moving, and therefore so are we.” Maddy looked at Gen willing her to understand Engels’ first law of dialectics.

“Cut it out already, young lady. You are not taking this seriously.” Gen sighed. She was clearly annoyed at her girlfriend’s argumentativeness. “You know perfectly well that distraction accounts for a majority of road accidents.”

Sensei put her head down on the back of the couch and closed her eyes.

Maddy wanted to say more but after a peek at Gen’s face, she stopped herself.

They sat in silence.

Maddy knew her partner was upset. But unlike Maddy, Gen had a very restrained personality and rarely exploded when angry; instead she would retreat to a solitary, contemplative state.

Maddy gingerly put her hand on Sensei’s thigh. “Ok, I’m very sorry I was using my phone in the car. I shouldn’t have.” She apologized.

Gen opened her eyes and her gaze carried a distant look that chilled Maddy to the bone. “How could you even think of texting in the car, Maddy?” Sensei’s voice was shaking, “You knew how I felt about that.”

Maddy knew that Gen’s late partner Evie’s death had been caused by a college girl who, while texting her boyfriend at the time, veered her vehicle into the path of Evie’s. The head-on collision had claimed both lives.

Maddy hung her head, her eyes stung by a flood of fresh tears. “Yes I know. I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Just too excited.” Maddy touched Gen’s arm. “Can you forgive me, Gen?”

Gen lightly brushed Maddy’s auburn hair with her finger. “Maddy, I’m really upset right now.” She paused before continuing, “I’d like to be by myself tonight. I need time to think through some things. Would you please take the spare room?”

‘Crap,’ Maddy realized, this was far worse than she thought. Since they’d moved into the new house, they had always slept in “Our Room” together.

Maddy looked at Gen with pleading eyes, but Sensei held her ground. “If you wish, I can go to the spare room.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Maddy said. “I’ll see you in the morning. Please don’t be too mad.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” Sensei stood up and walked straight into “Our Room.”

Maddy tossed and turned in the guest bedroom. The bed wasn’t as comfortable and without Gen nestled next to her, she felt lonely. Thinking of that disappointed look on Sensei’s face made more tears fall down her face, wetting the pillow.

‘God knows what Gen is going through,’ Maddy felt a sharp pain in her chest. ‘Probably recalling all that terrible stuff of Evie’s death.’ Maddy cried more and she really wanted to go join her love but decided to give her partner some space as she had requested.

Polly, her beloved Siamese, startled her by jumping into the bed and settling on her chest. The cat’s aqua eyes faced the miserable woman while meowing loudly, ‘What’s wrong?’ Maddy patted her gently, ‘I was such an idiot!’ She told Polly, ‘Yes, I totally blew it. Gen probably despises me now.’ Her crying became more intense, ‘Forget Hawaii, and screw Engels’ Laws of Dialectics!’

Sometime during the quiet night, Maddy was aroused from her sleep as she became aware of being carried in Sensei’s strong arms into their bedroom and gently laid down onto the warm bed. It was dark and silent and a drowsy Maddy snuggled into Sensei and fell back to sleep promptly.

The next morning Sensei seemed to be back to normal as tenderness and warmth returned to her eyes. She made a delicious southern breakfast of sausage, eggs, hash browns and creamy grits. After they ate, Sensei suggested making a flower garden together. Maddy readily went along.

The whole morning they worked hard. Sensei chatted about plants and flowers. Maddy felt a little apprehensive knowing the issue of the previous day hadn’t been addressed and resolved. She watched Sensei carefully and followed her lead but kept her mouth shut most of the time. After a couple hours, a beautiful flower bed was taking shape nicely and Sensei was very pleased. She smiled lovingly and appreciatively at Maddy. “Thank you Maddy for your help.”

“No problem, Gen.” Maddy worked up her courage. “Um, honey?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“When-when are we gonna … er… talk about what happened?” Maddy’s voice faltered.

“This afternoon.” Was the firm reply.


“You know why we are here, right?” Sensei sat on a straight-backed chair in the living room and Maddy stood in front of her, her head hung. On the floor next to the chair sat a small tote.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m very sorry for using my phone in the car.” The guilty woman glanced at the tote, fully aware that a sound spanking chastisement was by now a far gone conclusion.

“What else are you sorry for?” Sensei prompted, touching Maddy’s lower arm.

“Er… for arguing about it and trying Engels’ Laws of Dialectics to save my ass?” Maddy answered miserably.

A tiniest of grins appeared on Sensei’s face. Yeah, that Engels’ Laws of Dialectics nonsense! ‘The little bratty professor could be quite creative at times.’

“Maddy?” Gen paused, moving her hand down to hold Maddy’s wrist.

“Yes, Sensei?”

“You know this was a serious offense and the spanking that’s coming to you is going to be a hard one?” Sensei said softly and yet sternly. She pointed at her lap.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Maddy’s voice trembled. She eyed the tote bag again while obediently lowering herself down onto Sensei’s firm thighs.

Un-ceremonially Sensei right away peeled off Maddy’s shorts and then her panties down to her knees. She raised her arm and brought her hand down. A solid smack landed on Maddy’s bare bottom.

“Ouch.” Maddy squirmed, realizing there’s going to be no warm-up this time.

SLAP, SLAP, several more stinging spanks followed, filling the room with a crispy and loud sound that sent shivers down Maddy’s spine. Almost immediately red handprints appeared on the upturned pale bottom cheeks. Maddy wiggled more, apprehensive of what’s to come.

Sensei bent down and picked out a bamboo spatula from the tote. It’s clearly well used and worn with a smooth shining surface on both sides. She laid it flat on the right cheek.

“Didn’t we agree not to use the phone in the car altogether?” Sensei asked in a stern voice while delivering a strong smack with the spatula.

“Ow, ye-yes, Ma’am, we did.” Maddy gasped at the impact of the bamboo.

SPLAT, SPLAT, the bamboo came down hard on the left cheek, five times in a row.

Maddy held her breath while her bottom was being attacked and then let all the air out, “Ouuchy, I’m very sorry Ma’am.” Maddy’s legs scissored.

Again, Sensei swung the bamboo implement and landed it hard on the right cheek, five times in a row too. “You know what went through my mind last night?” She asked in a shaky voice.

Maddy swayed her hips trying to shake the sting out. “Ye-yes, I guess you remembered what had happened to Evie.” Maddy felt so miserable she started to sob.

SMACK, the bamboo came down again, hard, this time covering both cheeks.

“Yes, but I was also imagining all the terrible things that could’ve happened to you …” Sensei’s voice broke as she could no longer continue. She reached over to turn Maddy’s head around and the younger woman was faced with her girlfriend’s misty eyes.

“Madison McGrath,” Sensei enunciated each word in a low voice but her resolve was palpable. “I can never, and WILL never go through something like that ever again! You hear me, young lady?” Sensei’s determined eyes held Maddy’s, not blinking.

“I know. I’m very sorry to put you through that, Gen.” Maddy was openly weeping now. She held onto Sensei’s leg tight.

“Saying sorry just won’t do this time!” Sensei bent down and retrieved her old trusty hairbrush from the bag on the floor. With a steel arm, the determined top raised the hairbrush and rained down a dozen or so solid whacks on Maddy’s bare cheeks, sending the guilty woman squirming and wriggling desperately. Her bottom now was covered in crimson splotches. Her hand tried to fly back to protect her sore bottom but Sensei had it pinned on the side.

Sensei paused and breathed out deeply. She knew she had lit a small fire on Maddy’s bottom and judging from Maddy’s pleading and wailing, the little brat of a plant pathology professor just might have learned her lesson.

“Maddy?” Sensei put down the heavy hairbrush and gently fingered the tender bottom.

“Yes?” Sniffling, the spanked woman tried to shake the sting out of her bottom.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Sensei’s tone was soft but serious.

“Yes, Ma’am. I promise I will not talk or text in the car.” Maddy promised earnestly.

“That’s not enough.” The older woman answered in a determined voice. “The phone needs to be switched off in the car.”

A small pause followed. “Bu-but, Gen!”

“Do not ‘but Gen’ me, Maddy. From now on the phone stays off in the car, period.” Sensei lay down the law.

“Under any circumstances?” Maddy asked in a small sheepish voice.

“Correct.” Was the Top’s unwavering reply. She was flabbergasted that even in this precarious position, her naughty girlfriend was still trying to negotiate.

“Bu-but I am good at …” Maddy’s voice trailed off.

“What’s that?”

“… multi-tasking.” Maddy finished off her sentence.

Sensei took a deep breath and sighed. This was going to take longer than she had planned.

“Research shows that when people do more than one activity at a time they are not actually doing them simultaneously. Instead they are shifting their attention from one thing to another and then back. You see, in that shift, you can lose focus on the road.” Sensei explained patiently.

“How did you know all that stuff?”

“You know that book on attention science I was reading last week? ‘A
Deadly Wandering: A Tale of Tragedy and Redemption in the Age of Attention,’ by Matt Richtel. They explained that drivers are impaired for up to 15 seconds after they text.”

Maddy’s body slightly shifted but she remained quiet.

The Top signed. She knew that her stubborn partner was not entirely convinced. ‘Looks like more re-enforcement is called for,’ she decided. Gen re-positioned the naughty girl on her lap so the red bottom was at a perfect angle for easy access.

Maddy’s heart sank. She had figured the spanking was over.

Sensei rested her palm on the warm fleshy peachy bottom and instructed her girlfriend to count out each smack.

“Count?” Maddy snorted, “But I thought you were not fond of the practice.”

“I am not, but since you brought up the subject of Engels’ Laws of Dialectics …” Sensei’s voice betrayed just the tiniest bit of mischiefs.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Maddy snapped.

“Everything, my love. Remember the second law of dialectics?”

“Hmm,” Maddy tried to remember but it was hard to use her mental faculties given her current precarious position. “Isn’t that something about a tadpole turning into a frog? I can’t remember exactly.”

Sensei burst out chuckling, “Well, yes, that’s a good example.” She patted the red sore bottom. “The Law of Transformation says that after many quantity changes, at some point a qualitative change will occur. Which means I’d like to test how many smacks it would take for a substantive change in your attitude to occur.”

Maddy’s eyes widened and her body stiffened. She hadn’t thought about the second law but it didn’t sound promising for her tender rear end.

Seeing Maddy’s body reaction, Sensei had to try hard not to chuckle. “So you see, sweetie, we may have to sit here for a long time and if necessary …” her voice trailed off a little, “we can continue this tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

“Nooooo. “ Maddy whined. “Tomorrow I wanna ride my bike!”

“It’s not entirely a bad idea to ride your bike with a sore bottom, dear. Helps you focus.” The older woman said with a wink.

With that, Sensei started spanking the wiggly bottom on her lap with her hand and delivered two hard whacks on Maddy’s tender cheeks, one on each. She paused and waited.

“Two, Sensei.” Maddy grumbled.

“Good girl.”

Sensei continued to deliver hard whacks on Maddy’s sore bottom and after a dozen or so Maddy started to wriggle vigorously trying to avoid the punishing smacks. But there was no avoiding them because Sensei was stronger and she held her naughty girlfriend in place and continued raining down forceful hard blows with her hand. She made sure all the pale spots were taken care of so the entire bottom now was covered in a smooth bright redness, no more splotches.

Maddy was getting desperate. She could never understand how her girlfriend’s seemingly harmless hand could deliver such forceful and stingy spanks on her bare bottom. Concentrating hard on bracing herself for each smack, she had forgotten to count.

“Where are we now, missy?” Sensei paused for a second, shaking the sting out of her hand.

“Damn it hurts! I lost the freakin’ count!” Maddy snorted.

“Well, I thought somebody said she was good at multi-tasking.” Sensei pointed out with the smallest of winks in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point, Gen. Please stop already.” Maddy pleaded.

“Stop? Before I finish testing the second law?” Sensei exclaimed and resumed her hand spanking rhythm.

“Alright, alright. I’ve changed my mind now, I swear!” Maddy tried desperately to get the spanking to stop.

“Let’s hear it then.” Sensei stopped and rested her palm on Maddy’s sore cheeks, enjoying the warmth.

“I swear I’ll always leave my phone off in the car.” Maddy grumbled between her teeth.

“Under any circumstances?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Sensei allowed a smile to appear on her face, relieved.

“No more argument about multi-tasking then?”

“No, no more multi-tasking when I am driving.” Maddy promised.

“That’s my girl.” Sensei gently massaged Maddy’s freshly spanked bottom before lifting her up to sit in her lap, causing the spanked bottom to ow and ouch a few times.

“I’m glad it didn’t take too long for the transformation to take place,” Sensei winked. Then her face became serious.

“Maddy, you understand that there will NOT be a next time, don’t you?” Sensei locked her eyes with her girlfriend’s.

“Yes, ma’am.” The chastised woman nodded.

“And to reinforce this lesson, I will add another punishment.” The older woman announced calmly.

Maddy almost jumped off Gen’s lap, a horrified expression on her face. “You gonna spank me some more?”

“No, not right now. But I’m imposing a ‘no driving’ sanction for a week starting on Monday.” Sensei stated firmly.

“Wha?” Falling off Sensei’s lap, Maddy was incredulous. “You think I’m a freakin’ teenager? You don’t trust me anymore?”

Sensei remained seated with a straightened back. “Of course I trust you, Maddy.” She pointed at her lap and spoke softly, “Get back here and let me explain.”

Maddy gingerly snuggled up into her partner’s lap again, careful not to let her sore bottom touch anything.

Sensei held the petite woman tightly and kissed her. “Honey, I want to make absolutely sure that you do not forget this lesson next time you happen to receive some good news and become excited.”

Maddy was quiet for a while and finally nodded. “But how am I getting to work, Gen?” She asked in a soft voice.

“Take the bus, sweetie.” Sensei replied.

Maddy wanted to protest, but one look at her partner’s face made her change her mind. Resigned, she put her hands around Sensei’s shoulders. “Suppose I can ride my bike too.”

“That a girl.” Sensei smiled, relived and pleased at her girlfriend’s compliance. “It’ll be a good workout,” she said, carrying her petite partner to the sofa.

They cuddled and snuggled and Sensei took special care of Maddy’s sore bottom. Before long both women were so aroused they proceeded to make passionate love on the sofa. Polly, the Siamese, perched on the coffee table looking on with amusement. When the two intertwined lovers reached the peak and vocalized their joy, Polly was startled, meowing while darting away. The women burst out laughing.

“Gen?” Maddy, flat on her back, asked softly, still panting.

“Yes, my love?” Sensei answered through her heavy breathing.

“I’m really sorry that I made you relive Evie’s death.” Maddy apologized sincerely.

“I know, sweetheart, and I would never want anything like that to happen to you or anyone else, you know that.” Gen gently moved a few stray hairs away from Maddy’s face.

“Can I ask you a question, Gen?” Maddy looked up at Sensei.

“Yeah, sure.” Sensei planted a kiss on Maddy’s forehead.

“How come you brought me back to Our Room last night? I thought you were pretty mad.” Maddy pulled the older woman closer.

“Yes, initially.” Sensei kissed Maddy’s little cute button nose. “But after a while I calmed down and I found myself missing you terribly and I just had to come get you.” Another passionate kiss, this time on Maddy’s open mouth.

“Thank you, Gen,” Maddy put her arms around the older woman’s neck.

“I decided that I’d forgive you but you certainly deserved a sound spanking, young lady!” Sensei lifted Maddy’s shapely legs and patted her spanked red bottom.

Maddy wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, it hurt all right.” She added with a pout, “And no car for a week!”

Then she remembered something and a glint of hope appeared in her eyes. “Gen?”

“Yes, hon?”

“You still going to Hawaii with me?” Maddy asked.

“Of course. Will not miss it for anything.” Gen answered. “But be prepared, young lady!”

“Huh? Prepared for what?”

“For a proper, professionally administered Aloha spanking!” Gen grinned. “HMS has agreed to conduct a disciplinary session with you.”

“What for?” Maddy shivered as she pretended to whine, her heart soaring.

“Well, to reinforce the lesson I tried to impart on your bottom today.” Sensei couldn’t hide her enjoyment at her partner’s reaction.

“Will you be watching?” Flushed, Maddy asked shyly, straddling her legs around Sensei and gave her a kiss.

“Yes of course! I’ve got a lot to learn from a pro you know.” Sensei replied, grinning widely.

Maddy nodded. Her tongue danced happily in Gen’s mouth until the two women had to part for air. Then Maddy remembered something else.

“Gen? You gotta admit the dialectics crap was pretty cool, huh? Wasn’t I a clever girl?” The smirk on her face was priceless, Gen thought.

Laughing affectionately, the Top said indulgently, “Yes, that was pretty creative, and yes, you were a clever brat. It certainly caught me by surprise because I hadn’t thought of that stuff since college.”

“But it’s amazing you still remembered the second law.”

“Yeah well, I credit it to that butch professor in college, what’s her name now.” Sensei tried to recall but gave up. “Anyways, she was my philosophy teacher, dark hair, tall, muscular. Boy, did she make sure we paid attention in class!” Sensei said with a sudden shiver, remembering the professor’s stern demeanor.

Then she added, “There’s actually a third law called something like the Law of Negation but I can’t seem to remember what it is all about now.”

“C’mon, let’s Google it,” Maddy suggested with enthusiasm. “Might come in handy one day,” she winked.

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A Treat for Y’all

Fat Lady3

Hey I just seem to have a knack for finding these gems! ;-) Look at those awesome butt cheeks and thighs. Enjoy. :)

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What About Lizzy?

I’ve been thinking about what to do with Lizzy. ;) After all she’s the “real” culprit in the stats final cheating fiasco! Stella has already dealt with Cat adequately and Dr. Kato will take care of the rest; however, Lizzy is still not seen to. *eg* We all know Lucy is a formidable top, even more strict than Stalla, so Liz is not gonna get away right? Plus, she might face more serious troubles at the college too.

The problem is my creative juices seem to have dried up! Definitely not flowing freely atm. :( So I’m having a “What to Do with Lizzy” contest to see what you great readers might come up with. Heehee. Please leave your suggestions in the comment section, plot, character, position, punishment, scenario, implements, anything, ‘k?

Muchas gracias!

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Cat & Stella 6: Cat Lends a Hand (pt.III)

“I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” Was Stella’s determined and calm answer.

Stella put down the belt on the bed, grabbed Cat’s hips with both hands and pulled them towards the edge of the bed. She then picked up her belt, folded it into double and held it in her right hand. Then she lifted Cat’s legs up with her left hand until her red bottom was in an upright position.

“Wha-what’s this? What you doing?” Cat asked, though comprehension starting to dawn on her.

Stella looked at her girlfriend in the eye. “This is called the diaper position and for your information, I’ve been saving this for a day just like today.” She held Cat’s legs up and explained while eyeballing the distance. She took a step back and raised her arm, delivering a testing WHAP to Cat’s right bottom cheek.

“Ow, nooo.” Cat was mortified of being spanked in this very vulnerable position. ‘The diaper position?’ she repeated silently. Lizzy had never mentioned this before and Liz had been in a spanking relationship for a long time. Maybe Lucy had never spanked her in this awful position.

She started to wiggle, trying to bend her knees and lower her bottom down.

“You can either take your punishment quietly, not fight me, or I can make it a lot harder for you. You understand, Cat?” Stella held Cat’s legs steadily up, exactly where she wanted them to be, and swung her arm and delivered another testing WHAP with her belt on the left cheek.

Cat tried again to get out of Stella’s grip, but found herself trapped by a strong hold.

“Look,” Stella said, “this is the first time for me to spank your bottom in this position. I’ve read on some blogs that it can be very effective.” Stella bent down and patted Cat’s face reassuringly. “It’s important for you not to move, otherwise the belt may land on places we don’t want it to land, okay?”

“’K.” Cat sniffed and stopped struggling. She held her legs up for her dominant girlfriend. “Can you be gentle please, Stel?”

Stella nodded. “I’ll give you –“ She had planned on doling out twelve strokes to really make an impression on her younger girlfriend, but what came out of her mouth was: “eight lashes.”

“’K,” the college girl gave her acquiesce, bracing for the impending assault from the leather.

Stella focused her eyes on the upright red peachy derriere and adjusted her own position. She again raised her belt. Not too high, just enough for her arm to have a good swing. SWOOSH, SPLAT, it hit the middle of the bottom, covering both cheeks. Then she stopped and looked at the college girl inquiringly. Cat wiggled her hip a little and nodded for Stella to continue.

SWOOSH, SPLAT, the next strike landed just a little below the first one, creating a parallel but almost overlapping line.

Cat’s hand automatically flew to her bottom. Her beautiful eyes begged Stella’s permission. Stella nodded. The punished girl immediately set to rubbing her sore bottom.

“Six more,” Stella declared. They both knew she was not swinging her arm very hard and the blows could’ve been a lot harder. But still, Cat knew Stella really wanted to impart on her the serious nature of this offense.

SWOOSH, SPLAT. SWOOSH, SPLAT. SWOOSH, SPLAT. The belt fell down three times in quick succession, on Cat’s right cheek, landing exactly on the same tender sit spot.

“Oww.” Cat bucked, shifted, clenched and swayed, trying to avoid the leather. She was allowed to rub her bottom again before resuming her position for the last three blows.

The last three whips rained down swiftly, methodically targeting the sweet sit spot on the left cheek.

Then it was over.

Stella let the belt fall on the floor and gently lowered Cat’s legs onto the bed. She bent down and touched the little girl’s hair and wiped her tears off her face. “Baby, we are done. Why don’t you take a few minutes and then go get yourself cleaned up?” Her voice was less stern now.

Cat nodded. She lay quietly, her face turned sideways. She wept softly, feeling more remorseful than ever. Her spanked bottom felt hot and throbbing like a small fire had been lit.

Stella’s heart ached at the sight and she hoped that the punishment had driven home the lesson and the college girl was going to remember this spanking for a long time. She sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

It took the punished girl a good two minutes to stop rubbing her sore bottom and regain her composure. Finally, her sobbing subsided. She got on her unsteady feet and Stella helped her walk into the bathroom.

Both girls were drained physically and emotionally. They lay in bed with the lights off. Cat snuggled up to Stella who put her arm around Cat’s back, moving her hand up and down gently. All was quiet.

Cat opened her mouth to say something but Stella shushed her in the ear, “Shhh, go to sleep baby. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She buried her face into Cat’s soft hair and stayed there for a minute. Then she ran her fingers down Cat’s back and gently cupped the punished bottom, one cheek at a time. “I love you, baby,” she purred.

The next morning, Stella woke up to the chirping birds in the yard. The warm sunshine came in through the half opened windows and the morning breeze was so fresh. Next to her, Cat was still soundly asleep, her body sprawled out, face buried in the pillow. The redness on her bottom had faded somewhat, but it was still evident that it had taken quite a big spanking recently.

Stella sighed, remembering last night. She quickly rolled out of bed and got into the bathroom. After a long soothing shower, she emerged with her hair wet, a towel wrapped around her, feeling refreshed and found herself in a much better mood.

Stella quietly climbed back into the bed. Kneeling down next to Cat, she rubbed a generous portion of the cool arnica gel into Cat’s spanked bottom. Amazingly, Cat’s bottom skin, though red, was as smooth as usual without any welts or bruises. The two round peachy cheeks jiggled at Stella’s gentle massaging, enjoying the loving attention.

God, I love this girl so much. The disciplinarian felt her eyes welling up with stingy tears. It was emotionally draining for her last night to punish her naughty girlfriend. Her heart ached when she thought of the harsh spanking she had metered out. I sure hope the naughty girl has learned her lesson.

Soon, the feel of the cool gel on her buttocks roused the college girl slowly out of her slumber. Yawning, Cat turned her face around and up toward Stella searching for her eyes. “Hi, Stel.”

“Hi Sleepy.” Stella answered affectionately and bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Cat immediately perked up and pulled herself up into a kneeling position facing her girlfriend. She looked into Stella’s eyes and saw a pool of soft, calm blue water staring back. Feeling relieved and elated simultaneously, she quickly unwrapped the towel off Stella and threw herself into her doting girlfriend’s full, welcoming bosom. They hugged each other for a long time, both crying quietly.

“You know I love you more than anyone in the world, baby. I hope you never doubted that.” Stella whispered to the petite girl nestling in her chest.

Cat nodded vigorously. “I know.” Her sobbing got quieter.

Stella sat up with her back firmly pressed to the headboard, cradling Cat in her arms. The little girl wrapped her arms around Stella’s waist and latched onto her round, soft, and voluptuous breast like a hungry baby, sucking hard. She had such an adorable grin of satisfied bliss on her face that Stella couldn’t stop kissing her repeatedly on her cheek, nose, forehead, and hair.

After what seemed like an eternity of massaging on the warm, erect nipples, Cat let go of the sweet breast, feeling loved and satisfied. The two girls looked into each other’s eyes and exchanged a knowing nod. They were both ready.

Stella slid off the bed quietly. When she came back, Cat had stripped off her tank top and positioned herself on her back with her legs wide apart, two red cheeks visible, submissively waiting for her dominant girlfriend to claim her jurisdiction with the pink strap-on clutched in Stella’s hand.

The room was quiet as the two girls made passionate love amidst the screeching of the bed and the panting and moaning. They came as one in the morning sunshine, their commitment to each other once again sealed. Both knew everything was all right now.

Afterwards, Stella sat up with Cat lying sideways using her leg as a pillow. The older girl gently massaged Cat’s bottom and started her scolding in a soothing voice. She lectured her girlfriend on her lack of sound judgment, her recklessness, and her immaturity. “You can be expelled from school for this, sweetie,” Stella chided. “If that happens, where are you going to go? This is the best school around here.” Stella’s concerned voice was gentle but serious and Cat’s tears started flowing again.

“Can’t they just make me retake the class? Can they really expel me for this, Stel?” Cat was getting scared now.

“Well, they certainly can,” Stella replied.

“Bu-but I was only trying to lend a hand to my friends. I didn’t cheat on MY test.” Cat argued.

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Legally there’s no difference as far as the law is concerned. Which means in the eyes of the law, baby, you are as guilty as them.” Stella explained in a lawyerly manner.

“I’m really sorry about this, Stel. Do you believe me?” The brown doe eyes looked up, full of regret and contrition.

“I believe you, baby, and I love you.” The disciplinarian gently caressed her little darling’s back, “You could’ve studied with Lizzy and helped her with homework before the final.”

Cat nodded demurely.

“And you really got to learn to think of consequences when you decide to do something like this.” Stella gently scolded.

“I know. I will. I promise.” Cat swore she’d learned her lesson.

“So tell me, sweetie, how did you like being spanked by the lake last night?” Stella found herself in a teasing mood.

“It was embarrassing.” Cat pouted. “What if someone saw us? One of our neighbors? Or someone from my class!”

“No one did, did they?” Stella chuckled. “You deserved it.”

“I did.” Cat smiled, agreeing whole heartedly.

“So what do you think of the infamous diaper position?” Stella prodded jokingly.

“It was horrible!” Cat exclaimed in an exaggerated tone. “It made me feel like every inch of me, inside and out, was exposed. I felt so unprotected. It was monstrous.” Cat added.

“It did its job then because this position is supposed to make the spankee feel vulnerable,” Stella replied with a grin on her face. “But it took a lot of concentration to not hit, you know, your precious pussy and all. That’s why I didn’t want you to move. You know it would really hurt there.” Stella winced.

“I would hate to think how painful it would have been if you had spanked me in there,” Cat almost shuddered at the thought. “Please Stel, promise you will never spank me in this horrible diaper position again, please?” The little girl pleaded.

“Are you telling me how to spank now?” The disciplinarian’s eyebrows rose as she pretended to be offended.

“No, no, I’m not. Just sayin’, ya know. Promise, please?” Cat’s usual spunk was coming back.

“Ok, I’ll reserve the diaper position only for the worst offenses, so you’d better shape up and behave, little girl.” Stella warned, half jokingly.

“I will, Stel.” The chastised girl sounded genuine.

“I know you will, baby. I love you. Now let’s get our butts in motion and get busy. We got work to do.”

“We do? Like what?”

“Well, we got a judiciary hearing to worry about! But first, I want you to call Liz and tell her to come clean with Lu asap. Oh, don’t forget to let her know that I’m aware of the situation.”

“Bu-but, she’s gonna kill me!”

“Would you like me to call Lu then?” Stella picked up her phone.

“Wait. Okay, I’ll talk to her.” Cat agreed reluctantly.

“Then, you and I need to sit down and I’ll prep you for your hearing with the Judiciary Committee in two days.” Stella was in her lawyerly zone now.

“Prep me for the hearing? That sounds so cool. I feel like one of your clients.” Cat exclaimed.

“Well, you are, kind of. You are lucky to have a lawyer for a girlfriend, a damn good one at that too.” Stella chuckled proudly and gave Cat a tight hug. “I’m going to prepare you for everything, what to say, how to say it, your demeanor, what to wear. And we will practice it today and tomorrow until I’m satisfied.” Stella was a tough lawyer and Cat knew it.

“Whatever you say, Stel. Thanks.” Cat was grateful, and then pouted, “But I’m starving.” She touched her grumbling tummy.

“Oh yeah, let’s have breakfast first. What do you feel like having, sweetheart?”

“Um, something sweet?” Cat’s face lit up and she licked her lips.

Stella’s eyebrows rose, then a big smile spread on her face. “We still have half of that yummy angel food cake from last night. You want to eat that?” Stella made to get off the bed and put on her clothes.

“Yes please.” Cat got off the bed too, looking for something to wear.

“Ok, why don’t you set the table and I’ll whip up some fresh cream and rinse some strawberries. Oh, turn the coffee maker on please, babes.” Stella grabbed a cami and handed it to Cat. “Put the top on but leave your butt bare. I shall enjoy looking at that cute red bottom of yours all day,” Stella said with a huge grin on her face.

“Meanie.” Cat stuck her tongue out at her dominant girlfriend.


On Tuesday Cat went to the Judiciary Committee meeting. She wore a cream colored polo top and a navy blue skirt that’s several inches longer than her usual shorts or mini skirt, her shoulder length hair pulled into a pony tail. On her feet was a pair of proper leather sandals instead of her customary flip flops.

There were three faculty members in the room including Dr. Kato, her stats professor. Dr. Kato had always been a nice, helpful and fair instructor. She must be very disappointed in me, Cat thought with pain in her heart.

Dr. Kato greeted Cat with a nod and motioned for her to sit down across from them. Avoiding the professor’s eyes, Cat made to sit down on the hard wooden chair but promptly jumped up, rubbing her bottom.

“What’s wrong, Cat?” the stats professor asked, a concerned look on her face. Cat turned crimson red as she tried to fumble out an answer. Slowly, the corners of the professor’s mouth formed a bemused mirth as she observed her student’s reddening cheeks.

The Committee asked Cat to explain her action. Remembering what Stella had told her, Cat told the whole truth that she was trying to help her friends and she realized that it had been a very serious violation of the university’s academic integrity policy. She told them how sorry she was and showed real remorse, asking for leniency in her punishment. Her demeanor was humble, subdued and genuine.

The three faculty asked Cat to step out of the room while they had their discussion. Cat waited anxiously in the hallway, pacing for what seemed like quite a long time. Then the other two professors came out. They motioned for her to go in, “Dr. Kato will talk to you,” and then they left.

Cat stepped into the room and saw Dr. Kato still sitting at the desk. Nervously, Cat gingerly sat down waiting for the professor to address her. The room was so quiet that Cat could hear her own heart beating.

Dr. Kato looked at Cat intensely for a few seconds before she asked, “Someone took you in hand, huh?”

“Wha?” Caught off guard, Cat eyed the professor sheepishly. She saw a knowing smile on the professor’s face. Looking down at her feet, the student whispered, “My… my girlfriend.”

“Hmmm, I must say I quite approve.” The professor stated with a grin on her face. She was thoughtful for a while trying to formulating a solution that was fair and yet would teach the student a valuable lesson. After all, this girl was one of her star students and had been very diligent the whole semester. Besides, looks like she’s already taken quite a punishment at home. The professor almost chuckled at the thought, satisfied.

She cleared her voice before speaking, “Cat, you know I’m disappointed in your behavior. You let your poor judgment dictate your action. It was immature and irresponsible.” She said sternly.

Cat nodded quietly, “I’m sorry, Dr. Kato.”

“But I can see you are truly remorseful. My colleagues and I have decided to give you a second chance, to redeem yourself.” The instructor’s voice softened.

Cat’s ears pricked up and she looked at the professor hopefully.

“You have two options. First, I will give you an Incomplete for this course instead of an F as is usually the case. You will retake it next semester, as an undergrad TA. God knows how many students need help with stats and I trust you will be able to help them.”

Cat listened intently.

The professor continued, “By the end of next semester I will assign a grade to replace the Incomplete based on your performance as a TA. This way you don’t have to pay tuition for this course again, but you do need to come to every class as my TA. Do you understand what I’m offering you Cat?” Dr. Kato said in a compassionate tone.

“Yes, Dr. Kato.”

“Now move onto the second option. If you do not like what I’m offering you, please feel free to take this matter to the University Judiciary Appeals Committee and wait for their verdict.” She added, “Though I have to warn you they are usually a lot harsher than I am.” The instructor paused and let the meaning of what she had just said sink in. “Now please take some time to think it over and, discuss it with your girlfriend perhaps.” Dr. Kato stood up. “Let me know by tomorrow, okay?” She made to leave.

“Wait, Dr. Kato, I don’t need time to think. I’d like to go with the first option,” Cat said quickly and gratefully.

“You sure?”

“Yes,” the student answered emphatically.

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.” The professor smiled. “It’s a wise choice, Cat.”

“Umm, can I ask you a question, Dr. Kato?” Cat hesitated.

“Yes, Cat?”

“Will I still be able to get an A for your class?” Cat asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes. If you do a good job as my TA, you will receive back the A you earned from last semester.” The professor replied encouragingly.

Cat breathed a visible sigh of relief. She would need a good GPA for her grad school application.

Grinning broadly, Cat said thank you to the instructor and they hugged. The spanko professor gave her student a playful gentle swat on the bottom before sending her on her way out of the door. “See you next semester.”

Although she hadn’t been able to sit comfortably for three days now, Cat was extremely grateful that Stella had been there for her. Now with the potential disaster behind her, Cat felt a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulder and in the meantime her love for her dominant girlfriend was so intense that the sensation made her knees go weak.

She texted Stella as soon as she got out of the building: “Hey Gorgeous! Everything’s fine.” Then she added: “I’m gonna make u the happiest gf tonight! Pls don’t be late. xx”

Heading for the bus stop, the college girl mulled over a million plans to please her toppy girlfriend tonight. But first thing she wanted to do when she got home was to get out of this most dreary of outfits that Stella had made her wear!


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