Sometimes I feel like something different. Do you feel like something different? This is a thing that is different, involving spanking mature women. Lesbian women, to be precise. (Which I feel fits with the theme of the site and is relevant to my interests… and probably yours too!)
“You’re not mature,” Leslie pointed out, having shoved three cheetos into her mouth. She jabbed at Monica’s ipad with a greasy finger where those four fateful words had been typed into the title bar of a personals wanted ad. “Besides, you should just let Erin spank you.”
“The day I let Erin spank me again is the day I kiss my ass goodbye,” Monica replied, swatting Leslie’s finger away. “Besides, I need to find someone new. Our circle is getting… a little too close for comfort.”
“You mean because you used to date Erin and then Hannah and me and now me and Erin are together and Hannah is with your other ex who must not be named?”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Monica said. “I need someone from the outside. Someone professional. Someone I can pay to go away at the end of it.”
Leslie screwed up her round face. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. The after care is the best part.”
Leslie and Monica had been friends for ten years, ever since they both stumbled into the same Lesbian bar at the same time for the first time. They were in their late thirties and had been for several years, both mature in the physical sense, if in no other way.
“I could spank you,” Leslie suggested.
Monica laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Leslie pouted.
“Because you’re a brat,” Monica pointed out. “And you couldn’t handle me if you tried.”
Monica was about a foot taller than Leslie and at least twenty pounds heavier. She was a woman of substance and elegance and good taste and…”would you stop wiping cheetos on my screen!”
“Sorry,” Leslie said, crumpling the bag up. “Listen. Erin would do it, and she’d be cool about it. You know she would.”
“Right,” Monica said, sitting up. “She’d be super cool. Super awesome epic cool.”
Leslie sighed. “You’re just being stubborn. Erin knows what you like. Remember you used to say she was the best top you ever had?”
“I remember I used to say that, yeah,” Monica’s usually pleasant features settled into a frown. “I’m just not… there’s no way I could ever go there again.”
“Fine,” Leslie sighed. “If you’re going to put an ad up on the Internet, you’re going to have to take a selfie for it. Do you want me to take a butt shot for you?”
Once again, Leslie reached for the ipad. She hit the camera icon and bought up the app, which left them both looking at themselves. Leslie was beaming, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement under the hard fringe of short red hair cut in a stylish bob, her bow shaped lips bedazzled with cheeto crumbs. Next to her Monica was larger, her dark sleek hair and almond eyes hinting at exotic heritage of some kind. They were both attractive women, even in sweatpants and t-shirts.
“We’re so hot,” Leslie observed. “I mean, look at us. Okay turn around. Show me your butt.”
“No,” Monica frowned. “Give that back.”
Leslie pulled it away, beaming from ear to ear. “Not until you let me take a picture of your butt.”
“Leslie!” Monica used a much sharper tone. It would have worked on most people, but not on Leslie. Leslie was incorrigible.
“Monica,” Leslie mimicked. “Just one butt shot. You know you’re going to need it. And you have a great ass. You have to put your best cheek forward, remember?”
“Give me that back.” Monica made a grab for the ipad. Leslie pulled it away again just in the nick of time.
“Nope,” she said. “Butt shots or I’m taking it home with me.”
“Leslie! Put that down this instant!”
A gravelly tone made Leslie’s already pale skin turn ghost white. Someone had come up the stairs while they were squabbling. Someone tall with short cropped salt and pepper hair swished around stylishly and a glinting blue gaze which was narrowed at the pretty red head.
“Uh, hi, Erin,” Leslie said, setting the ipad down immediately. “I didn’t know you were coming so soon.”
“I finished early,” Erin replied, her gaze travelling over both women. “What are you two doing?”
“Nothing,” Monica said quickly, with a warning look at Leslie. “Just hanging out.”
“You still haven’t learned to lie,” Erin replied in measured tones. She tapped her palm against her thigh almost reflexively, her gaze travelling between Leslie and Monica keeping them both in thrall to her impeccably dressed leather and tweed clad frame. She looked like something out of a fashion catalog, her toned but slim body belying her strength.
“I’m not lying,” Monica lied. “We were hanging out.”
The dimple in Erin’s left cheek made a brief appearance. “Is that right, Leslie?”
“Uhm…” Leslie bit her lip for a second. “Monica is putting an ad on the internet to get someone to spank her and I’m taking pictures of her butt for it.” The confession came tumbling traitorously out of her mouth as she kept her eyes locked on Erin, avoiding her friend’s furious stare.