I was pretty mixed up by then, confused by the way her attitude toward me had switched back and forth, the way she kept changing from nasty to nice and then back to nasty again. Then too, she had never put her robe on and was still naked; her body seemed so big in that small room, much bigger than with clothes on somehow. Or maybe that was because of the red light, so weird! – it made everything feel close, confined. Her tits bobbed and swung with every gesture, every movement, the nipples practically poking into my face. And with the door shut I could really smell her, the powder and perfume and the sexy woman-smell. I was conscious of her cunt all the time, conscious of it but afraid to look, too embarrassed to let her see me yield to childish curiosity.
But she wasn't being nasty any more, only nice now, calling me her darling little angel in a sugar-sweet voice. And I had to admit that the idea of spanking her sounded kind of cute, almost like a new game she had just made up for us to play together. Exciting, too, now that she was actually begging for it, exciting enough to be more than just some kid game…
"Won't you, Missy, won't you punish your naughty girl? Give me what we both know I deserve. Look…" She spun around. "See? See this naughty bottom of mine? It won't feel better until you slap it with your dear little hand. Good and hard, too. Or I'll never be able to sleep tonight, not with my guilty conscience."
My excitement flared at the sight of her buttocks, big and bulgy, all that grownup woman-flesh! Just touching it would be fun. And so would stroking or patting or caressing. But slapping it – spanking those plump cheeks – wouldn't that be even more fun? A noise burbled up inside my clogged throat, all but unintelligible, more like a grunt than a word of willingness. She must have gotten the message though, waggling her hips and twisting at the waist to glance back and utter one final plea.
"You'll do it then? Oh, you darling! How do you want me, over your lap? I might be too heavy for you, maybe I'd better just lie down on the bed, okay?"
"N-no… wait…" I managed to speak at last, spurred by an almost vehement need to object. Her backside was the target, sure, but there were things in front I didn't want to lose track of, things too interesting to bury in a bed sheet. "Not on the bed. Just stand there, right where you are, Bernadette. Just stand still and stick your bottom out, that's all."
"Oh. You-you mean like this?"
"Uh-huh. Fine."
She peered back over one shoulder, looking a bit nervous now, and then went into position again, bending even lower to make those dimpled cheeks jut out. They remained like that, tense and expectant, the skin drawn tight, certainly an inviting target. Even so, it was still too much of a muddle for me, the whole business, too strange, too sudden, too much for my inexperienced young mind to cope with; after all, how could a little girl hit a big grown-up woman? And my swing was halfhearted, hardly more than a tap.
"Missy? Is that the best you can do? Tsk, tsk. Afraid of hurting your hand maybe? You're sure not hurting me."
It was like a challenge. Gritting my teeth, I took aim and swung again – with better results this time, a resounding swat that must have caught her unprepared and off balance; her body jerked and then swayed as one knee weakened and bent deeper than the other. The sway changed direction an instant later as she struggled to regain her poise, but I didn't give her much chance after that, pounding away mightily with little regard for rhythm or accuracy and doing it for my own sake now rather than hers. Doing it because I liked the sensation, the heated contact, the fleshy softness, the smarting in my palm that could only betoken a far worse sting wherever it struck. I liked the way she was swaying back and forth, too, shifting her weight from knee to knee with a jerk and a twitch and a ripple of flesh, all spontaneous, out of control, responding only to the force of my hand, my small but apparently powerful hand; oh shit, was there ever such a sensation?
Her moans and groans finally bringing me to my senses, a kind of vague the midst of chaos. This was my first taste of power; couldn't I do something with it, something beyond its enjoyment alone? Surely there was some hidden potential here, a gain, a profit, a longer lasting benefit; in my moment of strength, couldn't I take advantage of her moment of weakness? But of course! She had bared her body but left herself veiled in mystery, and now it was time to bare a few hidden secrets.
"Bernadette?"
"Oooh… darling…"
"I spank good, huh? Listen, you naughty girl. As long as you're so worried about your conscience bothering you…"
"Hmm? What?"
"About tonight. When you scolded me for spying on you. How did you know that, how did you know I was poking around in your dresser drawers? You been laying traps for me? What are you, a lady detective like on television?"
"Uh… well… uh…"
"Never mind. It's not important any more. But if you knew I was doing it, why did you leave those books there? Books that weren't meant for children. Answer me that, huh? Or maybe I ought to answer it for you, since you're not talking much. I'll bet you wanted me to find them. Darn right. What other reason could there be? Oh, you really are naughty! – isn't that the truth?"
"It-it's true, it's true, darling."
"You're wicked, that's what you are."
"I know. I'm so ashamed. Punish me, punish me, I deserve all the punishment you can hand out. Just don't tell anybody, don't even breathe a word of it, please? Unless you don't like me any more. I mean, uh, if you'd rather have some other we've already settled that. I'm no tattletale, but I don't like being scolded, either. Not for a little thing like – well, you know."
"Uh-huh. I understand, Missy."
"You'd better. Or else…"
"Ouch!"
"S'matter? Too rough?"
"N-no, never. It just took me by surprise. I had something on my mind, that's all. About what you found in my dresser. Honey, did you do any real reading? The one without any pictures, did you try to get through it?"
"Well, sure, what did you expect? I read it. That's how come I know how to spank so good."
"Oh! Those naughty words…"
"I figured most of them out okay. It would have helped if you'd been around to explain the hard ones, though. As one naughty girl to another, you know?"
"Little rascal. That's not what I meant. At your age, some of those words are just too…" Bernadette sighed. "But what's done is done, I suppose. And I've got nobody to blame but myself. It was just a stupid impulse. Oh, I'm so ashamed! If we could only forget the whole stupid mess…"
"Hey, you're beginning to sound like a broken record. Anyway, one book might have been just a dumb impulse, but two? – come on now, you were trying to arouse my curiosity. Pretty smart, I'd say. It worked, didn't it?"
"That's just the trouble, it worked too well. Darling, if you only knew how awful I feel about…"
"Shit! And I didn't learn that word from any book. Now quit whining, will you? And get back into position, keep your ass stuck out, your big fat lesbian ass, you hear me? If it's just words that bother you, I might as well give you something to worry about." I was punctuating my speech with sharp slaps, irritated by her gloom on what should have been a joyous occasion. "And stop making faces! Here. Swing around a little, move this way – see how shitty that looks in the mirror? Your face, I mean, your shitty face, it spoils the whole picture. Look at the rest of it, see how pretty we are? A big naked lesbian with her tits out in front and her ass out behind. And a cute little baby lesbian swatting away, blistering that ass good, turning it redder than any old red light. Hmm. Remind me to take my pajamas off next time, I haven't got a minute to spare now, I'm much too busy slapping the shit out of you. Nice big soft ass…"
"Darling, please. Must you talk like that?"
I giggled. Peevish as she sounded, I recognized the expression on her face, a forced frown with an animated twinkle underneath, a phony frown on the brink of a genuine smile. About time, too. The shock of my naughty language had really horrified her at first, but she was getting over it in a hurry now, almost ready to start giggling right along with me. It was funny, the picture we made, a big naked woman wincing and shivering and dancing like a puppet on a string, under the control of a little girl half her size. Especially since I was trying so hard to make her laugh. But all that no longer seemed necessary at this point, her mood was already changing.
"Hey, you're smiling. Good. You're much prettier like that. Make it a sexy smile, though, lick your lips till they shine. Come on, open your mouth, don't be bashful, let's see what kind of tricks your tongue can do; isn't every lesbian supposed to have a real tricky tongue? Oooh, you've got a big one! But smile, too – even with your tongue out – like a cuntlapper smiling into a nice juicy cunt, huh?"
Once again she showed signs of reluctance, evidently distressed by my familiarity with such naughty shockers as cunts and cuntlappers. But I didn't let her dwell on it, I just gave her an extra fierce whack across the ass, low down and curving up into her concealed crotch, painful enough to draw a loud yelp. And then at last, secure in my conquest, I felt capable of pushing her toward the planned climax of our accidental night-meeting, taking a certain perverse pleasure in matching the end to the beginning. Only with a small personal touch of my own now, naturally, giving me complete supremacy and benefiting both of us at once.
"Remember what you were doing when I opened the door? I want you to do it again. Don't you hear me, Bernadette? I want to see you frig yourself. Like you did before. Only I'll be helping you this time, smacking your ass and punishing you – to ease your conscience, right? – so you won't have to feel guilty. Come on. Finger fuck that hot lesbian cunt!"
I gave her one more undercut, a well-aimed whack that brought another yelp and goaded her into action. She spread her legs and jammed her hands between them. And then I settled down to a nice steady rhythm that didn't interfere with her concentration or mine as she fucked her wide-open slit with one hand and caressed her clit with the other. Just like before. Only I was close now and didn't have to squint and crane my neck for a clear view of it, a clear view of the thing I'd only gotten a glimpse of, a thing I'd never really seen – all wet and slimy and shiny under its bush of hair – her cunt, a real grownup woman-cunt…
"Ah! Oooh!"
It happened all too soon, much sooner than I figured on. She made a lot of crazy noises, sobbing almost, and both hands stopped and seemed to go stiff inside the wetness. Her ass remained in that same position though, still bulging out, and I lengthened my swing and hit harder and harder. Until her knees began to buckle and she went limp and slumped to the floor.
Now there was only hoarse breathing. A heap of flesh. It was something I couldn't quite comprehend. In spite of what those books had taught me, I simply hadn't expected such an abrupt finish. But I knew it was over, of course, all over for tonight.
After a while she raised her head, "Loi…"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
It sounded pretty silly. Thank you. You're welcome. Like a lesson in good manners, very polite. But now I was just a kid again and Bernadette was a grownup. The fun had ended and everything was in its rightful place once more.
"I think you'd better go up to your own room, dear." There was firmness in her tone. "Go quietly, though. And remember, you mustn't tell anyone about me, about the two of us. Promise?"
"I promise."
"That's a good girl. Now scoot. Off to bed with you. Sleep tight and have happy dreams."
I scooted. But it was a long time before sleep came. The vision of that naked body hung in front of my eyes. All red in the lamplight, her big body reflected in the mirror. And even when my eyes got tired and let the vision blur, the palm of my hand still smarted. I pressed it to my cheek, feeling its warmth, a warmth that had cooled somewhat but was still reminiscent of the heat from her beaten buttocks, those two big dimpled ass-cheeks. I should have made her kiss it, I realized, that was how they usually ended a spanking at the lesbian pleasure resort. Whoever got spanked knelt down afterward and kissed the hand that had done it to her. It was like a ritual. Only they seldom stopped there either, what with one thing leading to another more often than not, and pretty soon the punished girl would be burrowing between the thighs of her mistress and acting like a cuntlapper who just couldn't get enough. Would she ever do that to me, would my grown-up naughty girl ever go that far?
It was something to think about. A tongue in my cunt, that great big thick tongue in my tiny little baby-pussy. I wondered how much better it would be than my finger. More exciting, no doubt, and a lot more effective – at least I hoped so! Because I was already trying that, trying every which way to soothe my tingly sensation, and it wasn't doing any good at all. I must have fallen asleep like that eventually, drifting off to a hoped-for dreamland with my fingers in my cunt.