Lizzy’s Turn (pt. IV): Lizzy Faces the Music

Lizzy noticed that ever since Lucy and Stella visited Sensei and Maddy’s house, her girlfriend had pretty much returned to her normal toppy self, confident and bossy as usual.

“Lu’s got her mojo back!” Liz texted Cat, feeling relieved.

“Ready to strike, eh?” Cat replied with a wink.

Lizzy texted back with a tongue-sticking-out emoticon.

That night, Lucy and Lizzy were resting in bed watching their favorite show, Orange is the New Black. After the episode ended, Lucy switched the TV off.

She slowly turned to face her girlfriend, “You know what’s coming soon, right?”

Liz snuggled closer. “Yeah.” She blushed and looked away. Lucy turned her head around and gently stroke her hair.

“When?” The college girl asked quietly, heart beating fast.

“This weekend.” Lucy looked straight into the girl’s eyes. “But here’s what you will do before that. I want you to write an essay -”

“Wha? You know I don’t like writing essays,” pouted Lizzy.

Lucy sat up straight and put her hands on Lizzy’s shoulders, giving her a stern look. “Do not interrupt me Elizabeth Chloe Anderson! I’m not going to warn you again, understand?” She didn’t raise her voice, but the tone gave Lizzy shivers.

The brat hung her head. “Sorry, Lu.” Wow, she’s definitely gotten her toppy mojo back!

“A reflective essay,” Lucy continued in a firm voice. “Describe what your thought process was before you decided to ask Cat to help you cheat, how you felt after you guys were caught,” she slowed down a bit, “and especially after you managed to get yourself expelled from school.”

A small groan escaped from Lizzy’s throat, and she rolled her eyes.

“Now listen,” the older girlfriend growled with narrowed eyes. “I want you to take this seriously!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

Lucy continued, “And last, how you feel about it now and what you want to see happen and not happen.” She finished with, “Three pages minimum. Typed.”

Three pages! Liz’s face fell. “Jeez, Lu,” she whined, scrunching up her nose. “Are you gonna require APA style next?” The sarcastic question shot out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop it.

Lucy acted swiftly. Two sharp slaps landed on Liz’s bottom, followed by a fierce stare with narrowed eyes. “Clearly, you are not taking this seriously, missy. Do I need to fetch the hairbrush eh?”

Lizzy shook her head, horrified at the idea. “No ma’am. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” Then in a whisper she asked, “But three pages, seriously?”

Lucy’s eyebrows rose. Her thumb and forefinger grabbed the younger woman’s chin, forcing her to look right into the Top’s eyes. “Look, are you going to write it without complaining, or must I give you a sound spanking on your bare bottom now with the hairbrush and THEN you will write it without complaining?”

The college girl’s eyes grew wide and fearful. “Um, I’m gonna write it, no more whining. I promise.” Jeez.

Lucy let go of Liz’s chin. “I need it no later than Friday night,” she said evenly.

“Yes, ma’am.” Came the prompt reply.

“Good girl.” Pleased, Lucy pulled her Bottom into a hug and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

In the following few days, Lizzy became rather miserable as she tried to sit down and write a decent essay but couldn’t seem to produce anything coherent that would fill three long pages.

She texted her BFF Cat to meet for coffee.

“You know I’m lousy at this writing thing!” Lizzy whined as soon as the two college students sat down at their favorite Starbucks, ordering Frappuccino and muffins.

“Oh c’mon Liz,” Cat said encouragingly, “you can totally pull off a three page essay. No sweat.”

“That’s just it!” Liz scoffed. “I can say everything I wanna say to fit in ONE page. What am I gonna do with the other two?”

“Well, she said a reflective essay right?” Cat tried to be helpful, “You just need to REFLECT more and longer.”

Lizzy gave her friend a snort. “Easy said than done.” An idea struck her. “Hey maybe I can use a larger font and bigger margins?”

“Um, that’ll be tricky ‘cause I’m sure Lu meant the usual size.” Cat said cautiously. “I wouldn’t try any stunt like that if I were you, not in this situation.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Liz nodded, sighing. Then she perked up a little, “You’re good at writing, Cat.” She asked hopefully, “Do you think you can help me with this darn essay?”

Cat shifted in her seat. “Sorry Liz. You gotta do this yourself.” She replied apologetically. “I don’t wanna get into any trouble. You shouldn’t either.” She added with a shy smile, “I’ve been so good lately. Stella said so.”

“Good for ya.” Liz took a sip of her drink. “Guess I’ll just have to crank somethin’ out, somethin’ decent enough,” she shrugged. Then her face lifted as she remembered something, “Oh, guess what? Lu ordered a flogger. I saw it! It came in a FedEx package from some online kinky shop called Happy Tails.”

Cat’s eyes widened brightly. “A flogger? You mean like a whip?”

They heard several patrons nearby whispering and giggling.

“Kinda.” Lizzy blushed and lowered her voice. “Says on the label ‘Made in India.’ Shiny dark leather. Beautiful but scary looking cause it has these thin straps attached to the handle.” Liz shivered despite the hot drink. “Like a centipede’s legs!”

Cat couldn’t help but trembling at Liz’s description. She reached over the table and touched her friend’s hand. “It’s gonna be ok, Liz. You know Lu won’t hurt you.” She added with a wink, “Though your butt might disagree.”

“I know.” Lizzy nodded. Taking a deep breath, she confided in her best friend, “Truth be told Cat, I just want it to be over with already, to put this whole thing behind us.”

Cat got up and gave her best buddy a big hug. “When is the big day?”

“Lu said this weekend.” Her voice quivered.

“Good luck. Text me after it’s over, ‘k?”

“’K, thanks.” Liz promised. “If I’m still alive, that is,” she snorted, wrinkling her nose.

“Oh I’m sure you will be.” Cat replied, winking. “But you probably won’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.”


On Saturday morning, Lucy woke up first. She tiptoed out of the bedroom and sat down at the kitchen table. While the coffee was brewing, the Top started reading Lizzy’s essay.

“The main reason I asked Cat to help me was coz I didn’t wanna lose my scholarship. I sucked at stats and was afraid if I didn’t get a B, my GPA would take a dive. … It was a bad and stupid decision. I’m sorry I got Cat into trouble as well. Instead of resorting to cheating, I should’ve studied more and gone to the tutoring sessions!!”

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. Her brat of a girlfriend was at least honest and didn’t chalk it up to some lame excuses.

The coffee maker sizzled and Lucy stood up and made herself a steaming mug. She knew the upcoming session of discipline would feel different than the usual ones because of her own past mistake. Would I still feel like a hypocrite even though Sensei already took care of me? Lucy shifted in her chair, trying to remember what Sensei and Maddy had said after her discipline session at their house.

You are forgiven, Lucy, and I think it’s time you forgave yourself too.” Sensei had gently told her.

You can do this!” Maddy had held her hand encouragingly.

It’s for Lizzy,” Stella had reminded her.

Lucy stopped fidgeting and sat straight, steeling herself. I can do this, for my Lizzy and for myself. She felt her confidence surge, her body relaxed.

She was about to get back to the essay when she heard footsteps. Lizzy stumbled in, yawning, and still in her sleeping shorts and cami.

“Morning, babe.” Lucy’s face brightened. She gave her girlfriend a kiss. “Coffee?”

“Uh, please.”

The dominant girlfriend poured her brat a cup and they sat down. Liz stole a few glances at a determined-looking Lucy while drinking quietly. The time has come, she told herself. Though nervous, the miscreant felt ready to face the music once for all.

“When you finish your coffee,” Lucy ordered in a firm voice, looking at her girlfriend in the eye. “Please walk yourself to the corner and do some contemplation.” She wanted to help her brat get into the right mindset.

Liz quietly obeyed. She padded over to the corner in the living room, her nose inches from the wall, and stood with her hands hanging on the sides.

“Good girl,” Lucy said, pleased, and continued reading the essay.

“Now I just wanna be punished and forgiven and move on. I’m ready for any punishment Lu dishes out. Next semester I’ll do whatever I need to do to get back on track. Just don’t want this guilt feeling hanging over me any longer!”

Lucy nodded silently. Good, we are on the same page.

She rose to put the coffee cups in the sink. Turning around, she saw her girlfriend still obediently standing in the corner of the living room, soundless, and no fidgeting as usual.

Lucy allowed herself a small smile.

She came to stand quietly behind the girl. “Come with me,” she commanded softly.

Lizzy followed her Top, who stopped right behind the back of the couch.

“Bare your bottom,” came the stern order.

The college girl only hesitated for half a second before she removed her pajama shorts. They fell down to the floor into a small bunch on the carpet. She looked at her Top.

“Now bend over,” Lucy pointed at the back of the couch.

Lizzy lowered herself down onto the sturdy fabric until her bottom was sticking up at a prime angle, feet no longer touching the floor. “That’s it,” Lucy said, gently resting her left hand on Lizzy’s back.

The disciplinarian shifted her position slightly before raising her right arm. SLAP, SLAP, one on each soft pale cheek, leaving two pink handprints.

“I don’t need to tell you why you’re here in this position, do I, Liz?”

“Uh-uh,” Lizzy squirmed, her cheeks quivering.

“Excuse me?” The dominant girlfriend rained down two more heavier and sharper slaps on the bottom. “Proper answer during a spanking!”

“No, Ma’am. Sorry Ma’am. You don’t need to tell me why I’m here in this position.”

“Good girl.”

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Ten more rapid sharp blows landed, alternating between the two jiggling cheeks, the crispy sound of a smacking palm ringing out loudly.

“Ow ow owww,” the miscreant yowled, vigorously wriggling her hips to disperse the sting.

Lucy paused. The skin on Lizzy’s bottom was quickly turning into velvety smooth pinkness. Just a dozen more.

After another minute of repeated hand spanking, Lucy paused again. She viewed the fleshy bottom with a pink glow. The cheeks quivered.

Time to meet our new friend.

Lucy opened a drawer of the coffee table and picked up the brand new black flogger. “Liz hon, meet Ms. Flogger here.” She held up the shining black flogger for her girlfriend to see.

Lizzy turned her head and looked up. Oh my god, those freakin’ centipede’s legs!

Lucy gripped the handle tightly, a bit nervous. She’d never spanked Liz with a flogger before. I’ve got this. She had spent hours watching YouTube on how to use a flogger properly and safely. Besides, she had also practiced on Stella for target practice. It’s gonna be fine.

Lucy let her left hand gently rest on Liz’s back. Taking a deep breath, she raised her right arm, aiming —


Lizzy yelped, stung by the impact. It was like a hundred small stings all bundled into a single painful blow and then spreading to the entire backside upon impact. For a second, her rear went into shock.

“Breathe,” Lucy commanded softly.

“Owww,” the spanked girl let out a long wail. Her hand instinctively made to touch the assaulted bottom, but the disciplinarian caught it.

“No touching.”

Lucy raised her arm again. WHAP! Same force, same spot, same impact, same shock.

“Owiii.” A long howl followed.

“You like our new friend?” Lucy smoothed out the thin straps attached to the sturdy handle.

“No, Ma’am.” Lizzy sniffled. “It really hurts.”

“Good, that’s the idea. Try to behave yourself more and not get into trouble if you wanna avoid her.” Scolded Lucy. She stretched her arm, getting ready for another swing.

“Yes, Ma’am, I will.” Lizzy closed her eyes bracing for the next blow.

A third WHAP landed on the sore bottom. Lizzy kicked her dangling legs fiercely against the back of the couch to deflect the massive sting.

“Settle down.” Lucy said calmly. “More coming.” She swung her arm and delivered two more leather kisses in quick succession.

“Ouchy,” hollered Lizzy as she resumed kicking her dangling legs against the back of the couch.

Lucy flexed her arm and adjusted her grip. “Hey I like this thing,” she said. “I’m really getting the hang of it.”

Lizzy rolled her eyes, groaning silently.

The disciplinarian shifted her feet and re-positioned herself for a good angle.

“Five more.”

Five more??? I’m so gonna die!

The last five strikes were administered with a rhythmic pattern, WHAP, pause, CRACK, pause. The college girl wriggled her hips fiercely trying to dodge the deadly kisses, but each time the leather hit exactly where the Top wanted it to be on the meatiest part. The punished girl wailed at each blow, her bottom truly on fire.

After the last strike was done, Lucy put the shiny leather down on the couch. She patted the red bottom gently, feeling the heat. She waited till her girlfriend calmed down a little before allowing her to lower herself onto the floor.

“That really hurt,” Lizzy whimpered, cupping her sore cheeks.

“Uh-huh, no rubbing,” Lucy shook her head. She reached over and tucked a few stray hair behind Lizzy’s ear. Then she headed to the bedroom, “Follow me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Lizzy trotted along dutifully, not sure what was gonna happen next. She so wanted to rub her sore bottom, but didn’t want to risk disobeying her Top.

Lucy stopped in front of the bed. “On your back, feet up.”

Oh no, the diaper position! Lizzy had heard from Cat about this awful position. She turned to look at her disciplinarian, eyes pleading and lower lip quivering.

“No arguing,” Lucy put her hand up and said firmly. “Do as I say this instant, missy!” Her voice brokered no room for negotiation whatsoever.

Brushing away tears with the back of her hand, Lizzy gingerly lay down on her back, her burning bottom touching the hard edge of the mattress, and raised her feet straight up as her Top had ordered.

Quite a sight, a ripened peachy bottom supporting two long legs straight up.

“Good girl,” Lucy praised her girlfriend. “Cat was spanked in this position, and so will you today,” she spoke in a firm but reassuring tone.

Lucy walked into the clothes closet. Lizzy shivered. She knew what’s coming.

“Sensei gave me six of the best. You are going to get the same today.” Lucy swished the cane in the air.

Lizzy froze with fear, and it showed in her eyes.

Lucy bent down and planted a loving kiss on the girl’s forehead. “It’s gonna be ok, babe.” She caressed the girl’s long legs in a downward motion.

Lizzy breathed out deeply and said bravely, “Yes, ma’am.”

Lucy planted her feet wide apart securing a firm footing on the floor, measuring out the distance. She took a few step back and swung her arm a few times, the cane lightly touching Lizzy’s bottom cheeks.

Lizzy automatically clenched her cheeks at the touch, holding her breath. In this diaper position, she felt utterly exposed.

“Unclench your cheeks please,” Lucy ordered as she patted the red bottom. “And keep your legs together.” She did not want to accidently hit the girl’s most delicate private part.

“Mmm-hmm,” Lizzy whimpered and hiccupped nervously.

The six strikes rained down slow and steady, three on each lower cheek, leaving raised parallel welts neatly adorning the sweet sit spots.

“Arghhhhhhhh” Lizzy let out the longest breath she’d been holding, tears falling down her face.

The older girlfriend threw the cane onto the bed and gently traced the lines on the hot bottom with her fingers, caressing the cheeks reassuringly. Then she helped the punished girl off the bed and stand on her wobbly feet.

They hugged for a long time.

“You did great, sweetie.” Lucy said softly. “Now back to the corner.”

“Wha?” Lizzy asked through her sobs. She couldn’t believe her ears.

“Let’s go.” Lucy escorted the punished girl to the corner.

“No rubbing the bottom, yet.” She delivered a warning swat, wanting the sting to last a while and make a real impression on her naughty brat.

“Yes, ma’am.” Lizzy replied meekly, hands resting on the sides.

The moment after a spanking is when my brat at her most compliant, Lucy smiled.

The spanked girl, now alone in the corner, shifted her feet, convinced her bottom was on fire. She knew her disciplinarian wanted her to truly learn a lesson by putting her in the corner AFTER a spanking. Though her bottom hurt, Lizzy felt better than she’d felt for a long time, thoroughly chastised. It’s like a huge burden had been lifted off her shoulder. Man, it’s so not worth it, she decided. There would be no repeat of the same mistake, she’s sure of that.

Soft steps came closer behind her.

“It’s over, sweetie.” Lucy pulled her punished girlfriend into her chest, hugging her tightly. “You’re forgiven.” She smiled into Lizzy’s eyes, “You can rub your bottom now.”

The college girl was relieved. Her hands flew back to her rear end immediately.

“No more naughty stunts, eh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Lizzy nodded vigorously.

Lucy helped the college girl settle into the couch. The spanked girl lay on her stomach, head resting on Lucy’s thigh.

Lucy retrieved a tub of pure shea butter. She slathered a generous portion of the cooling balm on Lizzy’s flaming backside. The lotion was known to help reduce bruising and relieve pain. This girl won’t be sitting comfortably soon, Lucy observed. Hope she’s learnt her lesson real well!

“Here’s what’s going to happen moving forward, hon.” Lucy stroked Lizzy’s hair. “I’m glad to tell you Dr. Kato pulled a few strings at school so your expulsion has been suspended.”

“Really? I can go back to school in the fall?” Lizzy was elated.

“Yes, babe. She put her reputation on the line for you so you better behave yourself.” The Top warned, gently massaging Liz’s back. “No scholarship for a semester though. But if you get a B and above in the stats class, they’ll give it back to you the following semester.”

“That’s okay, Lu. I’ll find a job, I promise.” The punished girl wriggled her hips, liking the cooling sensation on her scorching buttocks.

“About that. You’ll be working in Stella’s law firm as a temp, part time. One of their receptionists is taking maternity leave.”


“Yeah ‘oh’ indeed. Stella will keep an eye on you, you know that right?” Lucy said. “Minimum wage, but it ought to cover part of the tuition and gas for your car.”

Lizzy was relieved. She sat up and burrowed into her girlfriend, wincing at the contact between her sore rear and her Top’s thigh. She wrapped her arms around Lucy, kissing her neck.

“Not so fast, hon. There’s more.” She needed to lay down the law, Lucy’s Law.

“More what?”

“If your average in stats falls below a B, that’s a mandatory meeting between your bare bottom and our new friend Ms. Flogger. No exception.”

Lizzy grunted in her throat. A mandatory spanking?! “Is it really necessary?” She pouted.

Lucy gave her s light swat on the side of the thigh. “Yes, it’s absolutely necessary, brat! AND you’ll be grounded until the grade is up.”

Lizzy opened her mouth to whine, but her Top’s look stopped her in her tracks. She sighed instead.

“Cat will help you study stats, ok? So don’t worry.” Lucy hugged her tight.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lucy was pleased with her brat’s compliance. She smirked, “There’s more-“


“Good news. We are going on a camping trip next weekend!”

“Yay! I love camping. Cat and Stella coming?”

“Yesss! Guess who else?” Lucy winked.


“Sensei and Maddy!”


“And Dr. Kato and Reagan too!”

“The whole … um, lesbo spanko gang?”

“Yes, the whole gang!” They both burst out laughing.

“You know what Sensei said?” Lucy teased.


“She said ‘don’t forget to pack your implement bag.’” Lucy chuckled. “You think we should bring our new friend with us, hon?”

Lizzy stuck out her tongue at her dominant girlfriend, shaking her head.

“Well, but I heard she can also do other things, pleasant things.” Lucy said coyly, patting Lizzy’s bottom. “If you are a good girl, that is.”

Whoa, that’s gonna be some hot lesbian camping spanking trip, no kiddin’. Lizzy thought with a delightful shudder.



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Lizzy’s Turn (pt. III): For Lizzy

Stella and Lucy arrived at Genevieve and Maddy’s house. The ranch sat in a quiet corner on a wide street in a busy subdivision. A handsome Japanese maple tree in the front yard was gently swaying in the breeze. Next to it a well maintained flower garden was blooming with a variety of the regional hosta. The grass was newly manicured, making the lawn look like a fresh green blanket.

Maddy opened the door and greeted the two young women warmly, giving each a hug. The interior of the house was soft and inviting; the color of the wall, the layout of the furniture, the artful deco, pots of plants in the corner, everything was minimalist but welcoming.

Maddy led the two women into the kitchen. “Sorry for the mess,” she apologized, gesturing at the baking ingredients scattered all over the counter. “I was just starting a peach pie.” She pointed at a big bowl of ripe fruit, “Just plucked from our tree in the back. Stella, why don’t you help me peel and cube these babies?”

Then she led Lucy to the hallway next to the kitchen, “Gen’s expecting you in her study. Last room on your right.”

Lucy nervously trudged to Sensei’s study. Outside the room she saw a handwritten note taped on the door. “Outfit on the chair. Please put it on and wait until you are called.

Lucy felt her jaw hang open as she examined the school uniform neatly piled on the chair by the door. The ensemble consisted of a crisp white shirt, navy blue tie, navy blue skirt, a pair of white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. There was even a blue scrunch for her to pull her hair into a ponytail.

Lucy had to smile despite the circumstances. Sensei wanted me to feel like a student again. She certainly appreciated the former professor’s thoughtfulness. Picking up the bundle Lucy headed to the bathroom.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, the woman was amazed at the incredible transformation. This outfit transported her back to her student days as if those years since had simply disappeared.

Lucy came back to the hallway and sat down on the chair only to realize the chair was rather tall and her feet couldn’t touch the floor. Oh Sensei! Lucy waited, swinging her legs, fingers twirling her ponytail.

Meantime in the kitchen, Maddy was chatting with Stella. “Peach pie is Gen’s favorite.” She added, “Got to have fresh lemon juice. Hope you girls like it?”

“Oh sure, we do.” Stella replied absent-mindedly. She was stealing glances at the hallway wondering about her friend.

“Please relax, Stel,” Maddy said reassuringly. “You know Sensei will take good care of Lu.” Stella nodded. “Let me put some music on. What do you like? Classic, country, pop?”

“Whatever you like, Maddy.”

A soft cello concerto started playing.

Lucy could hear the soothing music from where she was sitting. It made her feel calm and a little more relaxed. After about 10 minutes, she heard Sensei’s voice calling, “Come on in please.”

The young woman scrambled down off the chair and slowly made her way in. Dr. Osaki sat behind a dark mahogany desk, her face serious but not unkind. Lucy’s eyes were immediately drawn to three pieces of implements neatly laid side by side on the desk.

Sensei smiled ever so slightly at the sight of the uniform-clad former student. Ah, Maddy’s idea is working out very nicely. She crooked a finger directing the former student to stand in front of her before swishing her chair around to face the young woman.

“Good afternoon, Lucy dear,” Gen greeted her warmly, winking. “Nice outfit there.”

“Yeah, and that tall chair. Definitely making me feel like a college student again.” Lucy touched her tie. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. It’s all my lovely Maddy’s idea.” Sensei chuckled.

Then the professor became serious again. “You know why you are here, Lucy?” She asked in a firm but kind voice.

“Yes, Sensei,” Lucy replied softly, her eyes avoiding Sensei’s.

“Can you tell me please?”

Lucy hesitated a second before replying, “I-I’m here to be punished for cheating in your final exam five years ago.” She replied, feeling flushed in her cheeks, and looked at the floor.

“And why do you want to be punished after such a long time has passed, Lucy?” Sensei cleared her throat and propped gently.

“Because -” Lucy lifted her head to face the teacher, her eyes welling up. “It’s for Lizzy.” Of course, I’m doing all this for my beloved Lizzy brat, so I can take proper care of her.

“It’s alright, sweetie.” The older woman stood up and gave Lucy a hug.

“Everything is going to be all right. We’ll take care of it today.” Her chin pointed at the implements on her desk, “You see these?” Sensei picked up a wide bamboo ruler patting her palm. “You’ll get to taste my ruler.” Then she pointed the ruler at the second piece of implement, “See the leather paddle? And the cane?” She put the ruler back on the desk. “And of course my hand too.”

Lucy’s stomach fluttered as her gaze followed Sensei’s hand.

“I know you are the one who usually … um, wields them,” the professor chuckled ever so subtly. “But today you will be on the receiving end. And I don’t need to tell you that they all sting. So let me ask you one more time: are you sure about this, Lucy DeVito?” Dr. O. gazed at the former student intensely, softness around her eyes. She wanted to make absolute sure this was what Lucy wanted.

“Yes ma’am.” The answer came promptly and determinedly. “I need it and I want it. Please.”

“Okay, then.” The older woman walked around her desk to the other side. “I’d like you to bend over the desk, feet apart, hands touching … right about here.”

Lucy obediently assumed her position as commanded, her breathing quickening.

Genevieve Osaki walked a few steps behind the bent student. She flipped up Lucy’s skirt and tucked it around her waist, revealing a pair of laced blue silk VC underwear.

Sensei planted her feet firmly on the hardwood floor next to the quivering bottom, a perfect angle.

The teacher gently rested her left hand on Lucy’s back. “You know the drill,” she informed her. “I’ll start with a warm-up.” The slaps started slowly but soon picked up the pace. Lucy felt the increasing sting from the teacher’s firm palm as the slapping sound echoed in the study.

After a minute or so Sensei stopped. She patted Lucy’s back, “You okay, Lucy?”

Lucy nodded. She shifted her feet, relieved to have a reprieve.

Sensei took a step forward and un-ceremonially pulled down Lucy’s underwear to her mid thighs, revealing pinkened bottom cheeks. Then she picked up her bamboo ruler from the desk top and did a few trial swats on Lucy’s backside before swinging her arm high and coming down hard.

“Ow,” Lucy’s bottom jiggled in shock. She dug her fingers into the edge of the desk.

Dr. O. took on her professorial demeanor and addressed the errant student, “I’m very disappointed in your behavior, Lucy DeVito.” Her voice was calm but the tone was very stern, each word punctuated by the ruler making steady contact with the smooth flesh on both cheeks.

“S-sorry Dr. O.” The former student wiggled her backside vigorously.

WHAP, WHAP, one on each cheek in quick succession. “It was dishonest, immature and not to mention totally irresponsible!” The professor continued her stern scolding while spanking the bottom cheeks with the bamboo. The miscreant needs the verbal reprimand just as much as the spanking itself.

“Yes, Sensei. I was … young and impulsive.” Lucy started sobbing.

Sensei continued with the ruler spanking, covering both cheeks equally and thoroughly. Lucy squirmed and wiggled, swaying her hips trying to avoid the punishing blows.

“I hope you realize now that if you’d been caught, it could’ve had very serious consequences. You may not have graduated when you did.” Sensei put down the ruler and picked up the leather paddle.

Lucy shuddered, “Yes ma’am. I was so stupid.”

Genevieve gripped the leather paddle firmly, one of her favorite implements, and adjusted her feet. CRACK, the paddle landed on the right cheek.

“Ow,” Lucy cried, tears streaming down her face. “I’m very sorry, Sensei.”

“Yes, and you will be a lot sorrier after we are done here!” Sensei promised.

Genevieve continued slapping both cheeks with the leather. She knew tears were a good sign of release. She wanted to chastise Lucy hard enough so she would rid the guilt and feel fully absolved afterwards, but she certainly didn’t want to overdo it. It’s a tricky balance, the professor thought to herself.

Lucy’s bottom was fast becoming a ripened peach color, and the heat was building. She shifted her feet trying to deflect the hot sting.

Time for the cane, the most feared of lethal weapons for a bare bottom.

“Now this is really going to sting,” Gen warned the bent young woman. “But I hope it’ll drive the lesson home.” She tapped the cane on the tender bottom, measuring out the distance.

“Yes, ma’am.” Lucy was nervous, her breathing deepening, but she bravely nodded. Shifting her body slightly and gripping the edge of the desk tightly, the former student braced herself for the formidable implement that she herself had wielded on Lizzy’s bottom numerous times in the past.

The cane was being lifted making a swishing noise in the air. “I’ll give you six of the best. After that, as far as I am concerned, you are forgiven, okay?” So saying, the stern teacher swung her arm upwards and came down swiftly delivering a resounding CRACK on the bottom cheeks. It was an expertly administered blow, skillfully done from years of practice on women’s bare bottoms.

It took a second, but the searing pain hit Lucy’s backside like a ton of bricks.

“Owww,” she opened her mouth involuntarily.

Sensei gently rubbed the traumatized cheeks, giving them a small break before the next strike.

The second strike hit the right cheek, just slightly below the first blow, leaving a red welted line.

Lucy closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the desk, holding her breath.

“Breathe, Lucy,” Gen paused.

The punished woman complied.

Sensei repeated the strike on the right cheek, this time a little below the second one, again leaving a thin red line.

Lucy gritted her teeth, her body tensed up at the shocking pain.

Gen put her hand on Lucy’s back, giving her a few seconds to absorb the shock. Then she moved closer and delivered two strikes on the left cheek in succession, leaving two parallel red lines.

Lucy felt her backside was exploding in a hot flash. It was numb for a split second before the massive pain spread throughout the whole bottom.

“Okay, the last one,” Sensei announced. The red derriere sported three neat parallel lines across the fleshiest part of the cheeks. The last one would land diagonally and leave a nice welt cutting across both cheeks.

And it did. Perfectly.

“Aii-owww,” Lucy took a deep breath and drew out a howl.

Sensei waited until the younger woman was composed enough before pulling her up into a warm embrace. “It’s over now, honey. You did very well,” she told Lucy reassuringly. Helping her pull up her underwear and flipping down her skirt, the teacher looked Lucy in the eye. “I hope you can forgive yourself now.” She smoothed out Lucy’s hair, “And be able to take care of Lizzy.”

“Thank you, Sensei,” Lucy said with heart felt gratitude. “I think I’m good now.” She replied, her hands rubbing the sore bottom fiercely.

Gen left the study and came back to the kitchen. Maddy immediately gave her a hug and a kiss. “Everything all right, my love?”

“Yes, sweetie,” Sensei smiled and kissed her back. “By the way, your creative ideas worked very well, dear.”

She then turned to Stella, “You can go see Lu if you want.” Stella took off right away to the study. When she entered the room she did a double take seeing her friend donned in a school uniform.

“Cute outfit,” she quipped.

“No kidding. You should’ve seen me sitting in that tall chair out there dangling my feet!” Lucy replied, still rubbing her bottom.

Stella chuckled. “How are you doing, Lu?” She asked.

“Well, my butt hurts like the devil, I tell ya,” she winced. “But I feel good Stel, really good.” Her face slowly broke into a broad smile.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Lu.” Stella was really relieved.

The two friends hugged for a long time.

“Conscience clear now?” Stella asked.

“Yeah, think so.” Lucy took a deep breath and nodded.

When the two former students came back to the kitchen, they were welcomed by the heavenly sweet peachy aroma in the air. The golden brown pie was cooling on the rack, ready to be served.

Maddy poured them all freshly brewed coffee. She brought out a soft cushion and laid it on the chair for Lucy. Sensei smiled approvingly into her partner’s eyes. My love knows just how to take care of a sore bottom.

The four women sat down and ate the delicious pie with smooth whipped cream. “Here’s to Lu and Liz,” Maddy raised her coffee cup.

“Yes, good luck to you and Liz,” Genevieve said with a sincere and warm smile.

All four women clanked their cups and cheered.
peachy butt


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Lizzy’s Turn (pt. II): It Takes a Village

The following weekend, the four girls met for lunch before the SSA meeting. Over tacos and enchiladas, they tried to relax and forget about their nervousness.

Lucy turned to Stella, “You know what Liz said after I told her about … you know … out meeting with Sensei?” She put her arm around her younger partner, grinning affectionately.

“Let me guess,” Stella grinned back. “Something along the lines of ‘Does that mean I’m off the hook?’”

Eyes widened and mouth open, Lu and Liz couldn’t believe what they had just heard. “How’d you know, Stel?!” The college girl asked incredulously.

Stella and Cat burst out laughing. “Tell them, baby,” Stella winked at her younger girlfriend, patting her thigh under the table.

Blushing, Cat said, “Well, after Stel told me about it, I asked her ‘Does that mean Liz is off the hook?’ I mean since Lu did the same thing and all.” She looked at Lu hopefully.

The two Tops shook their heads simultaneously. “Naughty brats think alike,” Stella quipped.

Lucy snorted, “No, sorry to disappoint you girls, but Liz is definitely NOT off the hook.” She cast a stern but loving glace at her younger girlfriend.

“So what’s gonna happen at this meeting?” Liz asked nervously.

Lucy and Stella exchanged a look of uncertainty, but they tried to be reassuring for their girlfriends. “It’s probably just lady spankos sitting around talking and stuff, you know just like AA meetings.” Lucy said trying to sound casual.

“But we wouldn’t know anything about AA, would we?” The college girls pointed out.

“Yeah well, good point. Think of it this way, it might be fun, girls,” Stella put in, “to meet like-minded women and talk about dd and spanking, and for us to learn how to handle naughty girls more effectively.” She winked.

“Meanie,” Cat stuck her tongue out at her older girlfriend.

“Bu-but, that Sensei, she sounded a bit um… scary.” Liz wrinkled her nose.

“Well, she WAS very strict if I recall correctly.” Lu looked at Stella.

“I agree.” Stella nodded. “But she was always fair and kind-hearted.”

Lucy gave Liz a kiss on the head and said, “Don’t worry baby. Stella and I will take good care of ya girls, okay?” She ruffled Liz’s hair fondly.

After lunch, the four women walked to the Colonial Revival architectural style building in the center of downtown. Built in the late 19th Century, the grand Georgian structure was a reminder of the town’s colonial influences. It had been the City Library for as long as anybody could remember.

They walked in through the heavy front door and found the stairway leading to the basement. The room they were looking for was located at the end of a wide corridor. The door was ajar. The four women stopped, looking at each other.

Taking a deep breath, Stella pushed it open slowly.

Inside, there were about a couple dozen women milling about, arranging chairs in a circle. They were of various ages, sizes and colors and everyone seemed friendly and comfortable being there. Dr. Osaki saw the four young women right away and bounded over. She hugged each of them and then introduced them to a petite woman with auburn hair standing next to her, “This is Maddy, my partner.”

Maddy shook their hands and winked at Cat and Lizzy. “Got a surprise for you girls.” She pointed at a woman not far away.

The two college girls followed her finger and saw a familiar face in the crowd. With a sharp squeak, they quickly went to hide behind their girlfriends’ back.

Stella and Lucy looked quizzically at Sensei, who broke into a chuckle, “Ah, let me introduce Dr. Kato to you.” She beckoned for the stats professor and her partner to come over. “Stella, Lucy, meet Lynn Kato, my college roommate. And this is her wife, Reagan.”

Dr. Kato shook Stella’s hand, “It’s so nice to meet you, Stella, and thank you for … um, taking care of Cat in this most unfortunate incident. I was pleased with how you handled her.”

Stella blushed and said sincerely, “Thank YOU, Dr. Kato. Please, I apologize for Cat’s mistake. Thank you for your kindness and help in this matter.”

“You are welcome.” Dr. Kato turned to Cat and winked, “You better behave in my class next semester eh?”

Nodding, Cat blushed and smiled shyly.

Then Dr. Kato turned to Lucy, “You must be Lucy. Nice to meet you.”

Lucy held out her hand, “Nice to meet you too, Dr. Kato. I’d like to apologize for Lizzy too.” Her younger girlfriend was standing behind her, shifting from foot to foot.

Dr. Kato gave Lizzy a hug and said kindly, “Glad you can all come today.”

A tall elegant woman called everyone to the chairs and the meeting started. She clearly was the facilitator and was in charge today. She smiled at everyone and her eyes stopped at the four new comers.

“Please introduce yourselves, ladies. First names only please, or nicks if you wish.” She said pleasantly.

After the brief intro, the lady asked for a round of applause for the new comers. Then she reiterated the anonymous nature of SSA by saying, “What transpires in this room stays in this room.” Everyone nodded.

Then the room became lively.

Stella and Lucy were amazed to see that everyone was so relaxed and uninhibited when they talked about disciplines and spankings. They rattled off terms like tops and bottoms naturally, with no hint of embarrassment whatsoever. One woman said something naughty and her partner swiftly swatted her on her bottom and everyone laughed.

It seemed people were at different stages of the dd journey, some seasoned like Sensei and Maddy and Lynn and Reagan, whereas others were beginners. Their concerns were also very different.

A young woman with a Northern European accent, clearly new at dd, shared that she had recently entered a long distance top/bottom relationship. “I’m in college,” she started her story, “and I’d like to work on my time management skills, bedtime and procrastination issues.”

Everyone nodded, encouraging her to continue.

“But I was wondering how this can work. You see, I feel like I’m the one in charge ‘cause I’m the one who picks and chooses what and when to tell my Top, so in a sense I’m the one who decides on the outcome.” She took a breath and looked around. “My second question is, because of long distance, I have to, eh, spank myself,” she said a little uncertainly. “It feels a bit weird to spank myself. Besides, what if I cheat? Like when my Top says ‘a hard swat’ and I give my bottom a pat?” The young woman finished with a mischievous grin.

Everyone agreed those were great questions and they all chimed in to respond. Someone pointed out that the fact the college girl had sought out the SSA and had taken the time to come to the meeting showed that she was taking the dd relationship seriously and wanted it to work. Sensei added that essentially she WAS in charge of her own discipline because if she didn’t take it seriously, “it would be a waste of time for both you and your Top. It’s you who want to make improvement, right? Your Top is only there to help you.” The college girl nodded in agreement. Another woman said that while self-spanking was certainly not for everyone, but “if you are not able to be in a face-to-face dd relationship, then long-distance can certainly be a viable alternative for some people.” They then gave her some practical tips in online relationship safety and how to spot red flags in a LD discipline relationship. They encouraged her to use Skype as a useful tool of interaction with her Top.

The young woman seemed very pleased with the responses. She smiled, “You guys have given me so much to think about!” She promised to come back and report on how things were going.

Cat and Lizzy listened intently, fascinated at the young woman’s questions and everyone’s enthusiastic responses. Self spanking, the girls looked at each other and giggled. Not for us. They felt very lucky that their loving partners/tops were right there with them. Both girls moved closer to their toppy girlfriends and put their arms around their shoulders appreciatively.

Next, a middle-aged couple, one with long wavy hair and the other a cute crew cut, started to share. They said they loved the dd concept and felt it would benefit their relationship. They had tried a few times with varying degrees of success. “But what we really would like to know,” the crew cut said while tucking her arm through the long hair’s elbow affectionately, “is how to make this discipline thing work effectively between two equal partners, like us.” Then she chuckled and told a story. “For example, yesterday my love was over my knee getting a sound spanking for not keeping her promise, right? As I was swinging my arm diligently hard, in the middle of her ows and leg kicking, I mean, out of the blue, she turned around and asked me ‘Hey, can we have sushi for dinner?’ That totally did me in! I mean I ended up laughing so hard that we just couldn’t get back to the serious business.” She gave her partner a kiss on the cheek and they both grinned.

Everyone giggled and laughed. Sensei and Maddy nudged and winked at each other nodding. Clearly they could relate. “Well,” Sensei put in after the room became quiet. “Sometimes a moment of humor is a nice and welcoming break in a tense session, particularly for the bottom, but for the top too.” She glanced at Maddy affectionately. “But once the moment passes, the top needs to take a deep breath and bring the bottom back to the business on hand, no matter how uncomfortable that might be.” Maddy nodded and added, “I think it depends on how serious the couple wants the dd relationship to be. Sometimes a light moment is just a Bottom’s way of diffusing a very intense situation.” Speaking from personal experience of course.

A lively discussion ensued with lots of helpful suggestions. A few others shared their funny moments too.

Then the four new comers were surprised to see a young woman bring out a cane from under her chair. She held it in front of her and asked for advice on how to use it properly, “My partner wants me to try this on her but I’ve never used it before. I’d like to learn how to use it safely and not hurt her.” Stella perked up because she’d never used a cane either. The woman looked around the room and asked, “Perhaps someone can make a demonstration of its proper use?”

Sensei turned to Maddy and winked. Maddy blushed, mouthing “Don’t you dare!”

Dr. Lynn Kato stood up and walked with her wife Reagan to the middle of the room. The facilitator lady let them use her chair. Reagan put her hands on the back of the chair and slightly bent her body so her backside was sticking out. Lynn took the cane from the young woman and stood beside her wife measuring out the distance. She then raised her arm and tested her swing a few times in the air, the swishing sound sending shivers down Cat and Lizzy’s backs. When satisfied, Dr. Kato brought the cane down onto Reagan’s buttocks soliciting a loud yeow from her.

Everyone was watching intensely when Dr. Kato stopped to explain a few techniques in safely using a cane. She demonstrated by striking Reagan a couple more times. When it ended, the room broke into a thunderous applause for Lynn and Reagan. The two women kissed and hugged before they walked back to their chairs arm in arm, Reagan rubbing her bottom vigorously. There were cheering and high-fives all around.

Though it was their first visit, by now the four new comers were quite comfortable being there. They really enjoyed the amazing ease with which everyone talked about dd and felt spanko sisterhood affinity with the others in the room.

When the facilitator turned to them and asked if they would like to share whatever they felt comfortable with. Lucy hesitated for a brief second. She looked at Sensei, who returned an encouraging smile and nod. Then Lucy turned to Liz, her eyes asking for permission. The younger girl glanced around the room at all the friendly faces before giving her girlfriend a brave nod.

Lucy cleared her throat and told everyone their story. “We’d really appreciate your suggestions on how to resolve this,” she finished by asking for help.

The room was quiet for a second. Then everyone started talking enthusiastically, all at once.

When the room grew quiet again, Maddy stood up and summarized the discussion in a professorial fashion. “Ok, from everyone’s responses, it seems to me there are two parts to a good solution. First, Lucy is asking for Gen’s forgiveness for her own transgression that occurred five years ago. I believe she needs to feel FULLY absolved before being able to take care of Lizzy.”

People nodded and murmured their agreement while turning to look at Dr. Osaki meaningfully. The professor straightened up, took a deep breath and turned her gaze at Lucy, her eyes inquiring gently. Lucy locked her eyes with Sensei’s, whispering, “Yes, please.”

Sensei then turned to Maddy, “Honey?”

The plant pathology professor waved her hand and answered decidedly, “Yes, of course. Let’s find a time for Lu to come over to the house.”

Everyone applauded. Stella breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, but Cat and Lizzy’s eyes grew to the size of ping pong balls and their mouths dropped open. They started whispering and nudging each other, incredulous.

Maddy cleared her throat before continuing, “Now move onto the second part. What about Lizzy?”

The two college students stopped in the middle of their whispering. Lizzy became nervous and Cat leaned over and looped an arm over her friend’s shoulder.

All eyes turned to Lucy. She took some time considering her reply before she said, “First let me thank you all for your help. Liz and I really appreciate all your suggestions and ideas.” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I feel confident that after Dr. O. punishes me and grants her forgiveness, I will be able to discipline Liz properly and effectively for her misdeed.”

The room broke into another applause. Lizzy relaxed. She snuggled into her Top and blushed.

“And I will always be ready to support you, Lu,” Stella gave her best friend a hug.

“And I will be there for you, Liz,” Cat put in helpfully.

Pleased to see the scene unfolding before her, Dr. Kato kindly offered her support as well. “Let me see if I can pull a few strings at school and have Lizzy’s expulsion suspended. I can’t guarantee but I’ll try my best.” Her partner Reagan nodded approvingly. “But unfortunately,” Dr. Kato addressed Liz in a matter of fact way, “you’re definitely going to lose your scholarship for at least a semester.”

Lizzy lowered her head and focused on her feet.

Everyone thought it was fair though they were sympathetic. The crew cut lady immediately mentioned the possibility of a part-time job at the animal clinic where she worked as a vet. Her partner, the long wavy haired woman, also said her school was looking for a college student to work in their after school program.

Lucy and Liz were so touched by everyone’s kindness and support that they were both tearing up. “Thank you everyone,” they said appreciatively.

As the four girls hugged goodbyes to Sensei and others, they felt such a great relief. They knew in their hearts that everything would be all right now that they were part of a great community. It indeed takes a village. They all agreed to continue coming back to the SSA meetings.

A great burden off her shoulder, Lucy felt extremely light-hearted. She hadn’t felt this way for weeks. Now she knew for sure she would have the strength to face the music when the time came. I love my darling too much not to! With a broad smile on her face, she led them all to her favorite ice cream parlor where fancy sweet treats awaited. The two college girls woohooed as soon as they saw where they were going.

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Lizzy’s Turn (pt. I): A Top’s Quandary

Lizzy was getting increasingly nervous as things were not going as predicted. Ever since she, hand trembling, showed the expulsion letter from the university to her girlfriend and Top Lucy, expecting a stern and furious oral lashing as well as a sound bottom walloping, none of those things had happened. In fact Lucy went uncharacteristically quiet after reading the letter, and then gave her younger girlfriend a fierce glare before heading to her study.

Maybe she’s so mad that she needs a time-out herself? Lizzy figured that must be the reason that she was still comfortably sitting down the next day. She was walking on eggshells all day waiting for her girlfriend to explode anytime now, but three whole days had passed and still nothing from Lucy, and the nothingness made Liz utterly confused. On the fourth night when they were lying in bed she snuggled up to Lucy and asked sheepishly, “Umm, Lu?”

“Yes Liz?” Lu turned away from TV and looked at her girlfriend, a little absent mindedly.

“Are we, ya know, gonna talk about …?” Lizzy asked nervously.

“What? Oh.” Lucy patted Liz on the head and kissed the tip of her nose, putting her arm around her shoulder. “Maybe later, okay babe?” She turned her attention back to TV.

What the f*ck? Lizzy frowned, really confused. This was so unlike Lu, her formidable Top.

The next day, Liz got on the phone to her best buddy Cat.

“Hey Cat! Lu’s behaving really weird.” She said.

“Whatcha mean, weird? Didn’t she spank you already?” Cat was pretty sure Lizzy had gotten a severe punishment for the whole stats final cheating mess.

“That’s just it!” Lizzy almost shouted, tears welling up. “Nope, nothing, nada!”

“Wha?” Cat raised both eyebrows. “Did she say anything?”

“Not much, just gave me a ‘look.’ And when I asked about it, she said maybe later.” Lizzy sobbed. “Do you think she’s so disappointed that she’s given up on me?”

“I’m sure that’s not it.” Cat tried to be reassuring but it sounded unconvincing because she wasn’t sure herself. After all, they did mess up pretty big this time.

“But I’m a little scared, Cat. Lu’s never behaved like this before! May-maybe she’s had enough and is gonna dump me now.”

“Liz! Don’t be silly.” Cat spent a few more minutes trying to calm down her friend.

After the call, Cat went straight to her girlfriend and Top Stella. Stella and Lucy had been best friends since college and they told each other everything.

Stella listened and frowned furiously, her eyes narrowing. She told Cat she’d try to talk to Lucy asap and find out what’s going on.

The next day the two old friends met at a downtown Mexican joint for a plate of nachos and a pitcher of Budweiser after work.

“So Lu, what’s going on with you and Lizzy? I heard you haven’t done anything about her cheating yet.” Stella went straight to the point. They had been friends for a long time. There’s simply no need to beat around the bushes.

Lucy picked up her beer and avoided Stella’s blue eyes. She took a swig and played with a piece of nacho on her plate.

“Lu? Lucy Renee DeVito!” Stella’s voice was low but left no doubt that she was expecting an answer, quickly.

Lucy looked up and locked eyes with Stella. She sighed, “Stel, please stay out of it okay?” She added, “By the way, I’m glad everything worked out for Cat with the university.”

“Thanks. We are glad too.” Stella replied. “But please do not change the subject, Lu.” She pleaded.

Lucy sounded defensive when she replied, “I’m handling it, okay?”

“Handling it?” Stella leaned over the table and touched Lu’s hand. “By doing nothing? Do you know that Liz thinks you are going to break up with her?”

“What?” Lucy sat up straight, alarmed. “She told Cat that?”

“Yes!” Stella said sternly, “So you better tell me what the heck is going on with you two, right now!”

Lucy took a deep breath before opening her mouth. “Alright. You remember that IS course in our senior year? The one I got an A+ in?”

“You mean the Information System course with Dr. ehh, Osaki, the Sensei?” Stella remembered it very well, “Yes of course. You almost got a perfect score on the final and beat me by nearly a whole letter grade!”

“Yeah, well …” Lucy smiled wearily and her voice trailed off as she shifted her gaze away from Stella.

“What is it Lu? Why are you bringing this up?” Stella stared at her friend who was shifting in her seat looking a tad uncomfortable. A sudden realization hit her and she narrowed her eyes, “NO, you didn’t! Did you?”

Lucy was silent for a while staring at her hands before she finally lifted her head and looked at her best friend in the eye and nodded, “Yes, I did Stel. I cheated on that final exam. I hid my notes inside my shirt sleeve.”

“O.M.G.” Stella exclaimed. Recalling how strict Sensei had been and her stern demeanor, she shivered, “Boy, you were brave. Lucky you didn’t get caught!”

“Brave? I was stupid! That’s what I was.”

“Bu-but I don’t understand, Lu, you were doing so well in that class already. Why?”

Lucy shook her head wearily, “Because I wanted to see if I could pull it off.”

“And all these years you never thought to tell me?” Stella was incredulous.

“Well,” Lucy’s voice carried an apologetic tone. “I … I chose to lose my memory over it ya know. I didn’t want to think about it. Sorry.”

Until now.

Stella nodded and they both fell silent.

Lucy’s quandary was crystal clear to her best friend now.

“So when you said ‘I’m handling it,’ you meant exactly the opposite huh?” Stella said it slowly, pronouncing each word clearly.

“Yeah well, sorry about that too. I know I can’t possibly discipline Liz for this, I just can’t.” Lucy shook her head.

“Have you thought about talking to her and telling her the truth?” Stella asked.

“Telling her? You kiddin’ me? I’m way too embarrassed to do that.” Lucy’s voice showed strains of shame, guilt and frustration.

“But remaining silent and not doing anything …, it’s not fair for Lizzy, and you’re miserable too,” Stella pointed out the obvious.

“You think I don’t know that, Stel?” Lucy’s reply was pained.

“Well, let’s figure this out together then, Lu.” Stella reassured her best friend, patting her hand.

Lucy nodded. They ordered more beer and another plate of nachos. It was going to take a while to figure out a solution.


Sunday afternoon, Genevieve and Maddy’s house was quiet. Maddy was out of town at a plant pathology conference and Genevieve was on her way to meet a couple of her former students for coffee. Sensei was tall and slender, and her attire was understated as usual: a white Indian cotton blouse, black jeans, and a pair of Chaco sandals. Gliding into the café, Sensei right away spotted the two young women sitting by the window, who immediately stood up recognizing their elegant former professor too.

“Hey, Stella Anderson, and hello, Lucy DeVito, two of my favorite former students!” Genevieve opened her arms and hugged each of them warmly.

“Hi, Sensei!” Stella greeted her former professor. “It’s been a while.”

Lucy followed by saying, “Thank you for meeting us on such a short notice, Dr. O.”

“Sure, glad to see you both. Please sit down.” Sensei took the seat across from her former students.

“You two have been good, I hope?” Gen winked and said affectionately.

Stella and Lucy looked at each other and started giggling, feeling like young college students again.

Coffee was ordered and chit-chat ensued.

Why, they look a bit nervous. Observed Sensei.

“Now in your email you said you two wanted to discuss something with me?” Gen inquired after a few minutes.

Stella and Lucy exchanged a look before Stella nudged her friend on her elbow.

“Well Sensei,” She gave Lucy an encouraging look, “there’s something Lu wants to tell you.”

Lucy coughed and shifted in her seat. She cleared her throat a few times before looking Dr. Osaki in the eye and confessed the misdeed she had committed over five years before. By the time she finished, her head was down in her hands. Stella wrapped her arm over her friend’s shoulder, gently whispering, “It’s okay, Lu, you did great.”

Genevieve put her coffee down, leaned back on the leather booth, and crossed her arms. I see. Her narrowed eyes said, lips firmly pressed.

“I’m really sorry, Dr. O.” Lucy apologized sincerely. “I was young and stupid, and very impulsive.”

Dr. Osaki waited a full minute watching her former student squirm in her seat before her expression softened as she reached over and held Lucy’s hand.

“Thank you for coming clean, Lucy.” Sensei was careful in choosing her words. “I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t disappointed to hear that. But still, I appreciate you telling me the truth as I believe it’s better late than never.” She let go of Lucy’s hand and leaned back again.

“Can you please forgive me, Dr. O.?” Lucy bit her lips, blinking back tears.

“Ah, you are looking for forgiveness. But why now? I mean it doesn’t matter anymore really.” The professor replied with raised eyebrow. “Something tells me there’s more to it, isn’t there?” Sensei gazed at both women intensely, her tone both firm and caring.

Lucy nudged Stella, who nodded and sat up straight in her seat. She took a deep breath and her blue eyes locked with Sensei’s dark brown ones. “Yes, Sensei, there’s something else.”

Genevieve waited with an encouraging expression, warmth around her eyes.

“Well you see Sensei, Lu and I are both in a committed relationship.” Stella pulled out a photo of four of them on her phone and showed it to the older woman.

“How nice,” Sensei broke into a wide smile. “Your partners look like they are still in college?”

“Yes, they are. This is my Cat and that’s Lizzy. These girls are the loves of our lives.” Stella gently traced her fingers over the photo. “Bu-but, sometimes they can be rather um … naughty.” Stella blushed slightly at her choice of the word and lowered her voice, “Dr. O., Lu and I are in a … a-”

“DD relationship.” Lucy put in helpfully.

Sensei raised her eyebrow, a small smile around her mouth.

“DD stands for-” Stella made to explain.

The professor put up her hand, “Please, no explanation needed. I know exactly what it stands for.” A full mirth slowly spread across her face as comprehension set in. “And I assume you are both Tops?”

The two young women’s eyes grew wide as their jaws dropped. “You … you too?”

The older woman nodded emphatically. She pulled out her phone and showed them a picture. “This is Maddy, my beloved life partner.” She added affectionately, “And my naughty bottom and brat.”

Lucy and Stella stared at each other and then at their former professor in total amazement. What are the odds? A deep sigh of relief escaped them both as they visibly relaxed.

“So ladies,” The older woman picked up her coffee and took a sip, curious about what was to come. “Now that we got THAT out of the way, let’s hear the rest of the story.”

Between them, the two former students managed to spill out the whole mess about the stats final exam and their girls’ troubles, and the predicament Lucy now found herself in.

“Ah, I see.” Genevieve responded sympathetically, shaking her head. “A very naughty brat waiting to be dealt with, and a Top .…” she glanced at Lucy. “Quite a sticky situation there for you, Lucy dear.”

The two younger women nodded. Lucy turned to look at outside the window, eyes stung by tears welling up again.

Gen waited till Lucy turned her head around back to the table before asking, “So please tell me, what was your intention of meeting me here today?” She inquired, her voice soft and her face warm.

Lucy wiped her eyes and looked at her best friend.

“Well, we thought if Lu confessed and had your forgiveness, she might be able to handle Lizzy with a clear conscience.” Stella replied a bit tentatively.

Lucy nodded, “Yes, that was the plan, to hear you say that you forgive me. But I don’t know … I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to … to forgive myself, let alone dealing with Liz.”

Sensei nodded. She was thoughtful for a while gazing through the window at the outside. Then she turned her head back and took out a pen from her purse and wrote something down on the paper napkin. “Why don’t you all come to our next SSA meeting? Bring the girls.” She handed them the napkin, “Here’s the time and address.”

“SSA?” Both women raised their eyebrows.

“Sapphic Spankos Anonymous,” Sensei said in an even tone as she stood up getting ready to leave. “See you all next weekend then?” It was clear to Stella and Lucy that this wasn’t really a question.

“Ye-yes, we’ll be there, Dr. O.” Stella and Lucy promptly replied as one.

“Good. We’ll put our heads together and take care of things.” With that Dr. Osaki gave each a hug and was gone.

Stella and Lucy stood there, bewildered.

“Wow.” That’s all Stella could say.

“No kiddin’.” Echoed Lucy.

After all these years, Sensei was still kinda … scary. The two former students contemplated with a shiver.

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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 tops, I promise. 😉

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

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Happy Bunny Easter!

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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 what?” 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 catches in my throat. “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 Gift Exchange here .

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