A Secret Shared

"Becca. "Uh oh, she knows that tone of voice.

"Yes," warily.

"Three lights left on, in three separate rooms, on a bright sunny day."

"It was dark earlier." Eight hours ago.

"Do you enjoy putting up our electricity bill and wasting energy?" Becca looks down, best not to answer, nor argue. "Go and get the book." A frisson of what, apprehension, excitement, runs through her body. Meekly, she complies.

'The book' is a slim volume kept in the back of a desk drawer, not hidden per se, but you'd have to know it was there or be conducting an assiduous search to chance upon its whereabouts.

"Good, now write - legibly please - exactly what you just did and then put the number three next to it."

"Thee! I only left the lights on once."

"Three switches ignored, consequently three separate demerits." She pouts. Not a good look. "Must be nearly at the magic 10 points?" Becca nods mutely.

"How many exactly?" asks Charles, patience clearly waning.

"Nine, so one more to go before I'm punished."

It will happen...

Becca inwardly recalls how this unusual arrangement started...

"You need order in your life," Charles had announced over dinner, shortly after they'd got together as a couple.

"I'm a grown woman, I don't think...'

"I do. You're beautiful and creative, yet forgetful and chaotic. For your own good and my sanity, there will be times when I give instructions, and you unquestioningly obey them. Repeated transgressions will be punished. Understood?"

"How?" Becca's voice sounded embarrassingly squeaky.

"I'll spank you," Charles replied, as if it were the most natural and obvious solution to life's problems. Simultaneously thrilled and apprehensive at the prospect, her mind in a turmoil of confused emotions, Becca wordlessly nodded assent. Not even a token protest. Some structure, rules to live by, even if imposed, might prove a welcome relief.

Charles, confident and assertive, the epitome of an alpha male, makes her weak at the knees. Like the hero of some tacky romance novel (which Becca must have read, or how could she know?), she trusts and feels safe with him. A man who commands respect and knows how to handle any situation. Broad shoulders, blue eyes, habitually smartly dressed, he fills a suit perfectly. Becca is at heart submissive, he a natural dominant, yin to her yang, this their basic attraction, a different take on equality.

"This is not some weird 'Story of O thing?' she'd asked.

"No," he'd laughed, "think of it more as an exercise in mild behaviour modification." Certain aspects of her conduct had, to put it mildly, room for improvement, reflected Becca, and there was something undeniably sexy about complying. Bliss.

The damoclean nine points hover in her peripheral consciousness. Two weeks later, Becca and her closest pal, Milly, are in the former's kitchen, work finished for the day and indulging their love of wine and chat. Charles is away at a business meeting and not expected back until tomorrow.

"What am I like?" says a tipsy Becca, "a 'to-do' list long as my arm and I'm sat here nattering with you. If Charles found out, I'd get my bum smacked." Woops. In vino veritas.

'You are kidding, aren't you?" Milly laughs a tad too loudly at the thought.

"Am I? "replies Becca with an enigmatic twinkle. "My man's no 1950s throwback, but if I'm being honest, the occasional bottom warming keeps me focused." Milly looks at her strangely, squeezing her thighs together to suppress an unanticipated frisson of erotic arousal. She blushes hotly. The penny drops.

"You guys have sex after, don't you?" Milly is a woman who cottons on quickly.

"We do, and it's absolutely worth it..."

At which point, the door opens and in, melodramatically and not at all staged, strides Charles.

"I thought you were returning tomorrow," says an alarmed Becca, guilt written all over her face.

"So did I, major tech failure at the conference, worth the long drive to avoid a hotel full of people spouting 'optimising shareholder value' managerial bollocks all evening."

"Wonderful to see you," says Becca woodenly as she apprehensively proffers her cheek for a kiss, "we were just..."

"I know," says Charles, "I've been eavesdropping outside the kitchen door for the last five minutes." Two jaws sag in surprise. "Your topic of conversation is a major breach of my privacy. Becca has consequently earned another demerit point, and she knows what that means..."

"Milly is the only person I've told," Becca pleads.

"Which exonerated you how exactly?"

"She's my closest friend..."

"I am here, you know," ventures Milly.

"So, I see, and did you find the topic of interest?" Charles responds coolly.

"I, er..."

"Evidently, judging by how flushed and agitated you are. Which is timely, because you're going to witness the consequence of Becca's indiscretion, an instant spanking."

"Now?" wails Becca.

"Now," confirms Charles. Milly, be quiet and learn. He sits and pulls his wanton wife inelegantly, face down over his knees, flipping her skirt up as Becca scrabbles to balance. "I do not like tights," Charles announces sternly. "A minus mark on its own."

"I know," replies Becca, defensively. "I wasn't expecting to be in this position and can't risk wearing stockings to the office. You men always notice, and I constantly have to be aware of how I sit, knees together, no crossing legs, it's a nightmare." Charles apparently finds this flustered explanation reasonable.

"The price of spontaneity, I suppose," he muses, idly stroking her nylon-clad bottom. Becca sighs at his gentle touch, all too aware that the interlude before her comeuppance will be brief.

"Lift your bottom," commands her man. She immediately does so, and he tugs her panties and tights to mid-thigh, exposing the manifest charms of Becca's bare buttocks. Places one hand firmly in the small of her back and begins to spank her bottom. Milly gasps, leaning forward for a closer look; an enthusiastic voyeur.

From the perspective of his spankee, it's not too bad at first, stinging but not unbearably and as the heat of her punished posterior inexorably increases, so too does Becca's sexual arousal. Her thighs involuntarily part in response to harder slaps, allowing her tormenter a view of her dewy slot.

"Turning you on, is it?" he enquires rhetorically.

"Can't help it, always does," says Becca, nevertheless kicking her feet and squirming across his knee in response to a growing discomfort. Her cheeks, upon which percussively loud spanks are being alternately rained, are now growing red and hot to the touch and Charles decides to conclude this stage of her discipline.

"A few extras to finish off," he announces and Becca squeals and wriggles as her thighs are slapped.

"Ooooh,"she complains, slumped across his lap, bum burning, face crimson, pussy throbbing in expectation. Charles teasingly slides a digit down her slippery slit, aware of Becca's increasing desperation. "You could finger me," she ventures hopefully, either forgetting or not caring that Milly is standing immediately adjacent to them, avidly observing every detail.

"I might," he says, "after all, you did endure that spanking bravely. Alternatively, I might bend you over the table and paddle your sore behind."

"No,pleeeease." A paddling on top of a spanking is, she knows from previous experience, no bloody fun at all. "I haven't been that naughty," Becca adds and then, in a suggestive voice, "I'll do anything to please you."

"I know you will," Charles agrees and to her delight, slips two fingers into an already wet and sticky vulva, the exact attention she needs. Becca moans and gasps, shuddering with the release of pent-up emotion, orgasms with a series of inchoate sounds and lies momentarily exhausted.

Remembering her manners and the importance of reciprocity, Becca then awkwardly slides off his lap and onto her knees to liberate Charles' straining erection from his chinos. Licks and sucks his cock, takes her time, swirls her warm wet tongue around the tip and works both hands sensuously up and down Charles' length. He groans with pleasure, hand resting lightly in her hair, as she bobs enthusiastically up and down. The combined sensations soon lead to (there's only so much a man can take) an inevitable denouement. She swallows his copious ejaculation and licks her lips. Milly, watching, entranced, suddenly finds herself wishing she were in Becca's place.

Charles lifts his Becca shakily to her feet, wobbling in high heels, bottom adorned with visible handprints.

"Stand over there, I shall now deal with your errant friend." An unspoken assumption that she will comply. So compelling is his presence, so magnetic Charles' personality; Milly does so without demur. This time, Becca willingly assumes the role of observer as her friend is put to the test.

"Have you been spanked before?"

"No," Milly replies hesitantly. Liar thinks Becca, aware of her pal's exuberant sexual history. He leads her the few steps to the old oak kitchen table, where without instruction Milly bends right over and pushes her pert buttocks up into the required position, a tiny thong just visible between long, sun-tanned legs.

"Very good," he observes approvingly. Opening a drawer, Charles keeps them both waiting nervously while he chooses from a selection of tried and tested implements of correction. A small switch, a wooden hairbrush, both more painful than you'd think, and, ah, yes, the leather paddle.

"Six, count them out loud, move and I'll start again from the beginning, got it?"

"Yes, sir." Milly is getting into the zone.

"Becca, come here and hold her hands." From which position she looks directly into Milly's eyes, sees the mix of arousal and apprehension in her expression. Leans in and kisses her passionately, Milly responding with equal intensity until...

"Yeow!"The first impact of the paddle stings her right cheek.

"Count," prompts Becca.

"One," calls out Milly. Thank goodness for that reminder, she'd quite forgotten Charles' explicit instruction.

"Two!" The other cheek is also rendered smarting. Squirming against the intense heat permeating her buttocks, as the count rises and her voice becomes increasingly anguished, Milly is held firmly in place.

"Six..." Milly slumps, bum blazing, pussy sopping, gingerly clasping her burning buttocks. Becca gives Charles a questioning look and, upon his nod of assent, begins to gently stroke and sooth Milly's glowing moons, eliciting sighs of relief. Charles stands back to enjoy the tableau, two beautiful women acquiescent to his every whim.

"Stand and show me your bottoms," he instructs. The two shakily do so, holding up their skirts to display his handiwork. They spontaneously hug each other, embracing and kissing. Becca opens Milly's blouse to tease and twist her erect nipples. She, in turn, softly squeezes her partner in crime's hot derriere, making her gasp and wince. Charles, erection restored both by spanking Milly and the sight of their sapphic encounter, has further cards to play. "Both of you, back over the table, right away." Amid mutual moans and mutters, an incipient mutiny is avoided with his next announcement. "No more chastisement, I promise. You've behaved well thus far; time for your rewards." Side by side, wet pussies revealed, labia gaping lewdly, the delinquent pair lie submissively together. "Open your legs a fraction wider," commands Charles and the two shuffle their feet apart to obey, reaching out to clasp each other's hands.

His cock slips easily into Becca's juicy slit, up to the hilt in a single thrust and her velvet tunnel warmly encompasses his considerable girth. He fucks her steadily for several minutes, then, to a whimper of disappointment and frustration, abruptly withdraws and enters Milly's tight cunt. Penetrates her lustily, eliciting cries of unabashed delight, before reverting to plunder Becca's pussy. Charles knows exactly what lights her fire, pushing her up onto tiptoes with long, deep strokes, sending visible tremors down her thighs. Becca rotates her pelvis, increasing the pressure on her clit; her body convulses as she comes, lost in the throes of a much-needed orgasm.

With supreme self-control, Charles somehow avoids ejaculating and turns back to Milly, who has meanwhile apparently surrendered all decorum.

"I'm a bad girl; punish me with your cock," she demands.

Charles looks meaningfully at Becca, who mouths a silent 'yes, opens a drawer, finds a small tube of lube and hands it to him while Milly waits impatiently. He rubs the cool gel around the rim of her anus and, guessing his intention, Milly moans a perfunctory protest, prompting Beca to hug her friend, kissing and soothing away her doubts.

"It'll be fine, baby," she reassures, speaking from experience.

Charles lubes his cock and slowly pushes against Milly's rosebud as she mews and pouts theatrically.

"Woooo..."

"Hush honey, relax your bum and it'll be easier," advises Becca,

grasping Charles' throbbing shaft and carefully guiding it in.

"Oooh,too big, it's stretching me."

"It's meant to, honey," Becca whispers as Charles pushes a fraction forward: Milly gasps and his bell end is engulfed.

"Your man's cock is in my ass!" exclaims Milly delightedly as Charles carefully pulses his rod in and out. "Oh God, I can't take it all." She can. She does. Discomfort transmutes into pleasure. "Feels so good," she closes her eyes, breathing ragged.

"So tight," gasps Charles, "but not your first time?"

"Becca took my anal cherry with a dildo." Another revelation.

"Really?"

"It's true," admits Becca, thrown under a bus.

"A transgression serious enough to merit a future encounter with the cane," decides the man in charge. Becca gasps, she has a love-hate, mainly hate, relationship with the whippy bamboo. "And what are you, Milly?" Charles demands.

"A bad girl."

"And what happens to wicked women who misbehave?"

"They get their naughty bums smacked and their sore bottoms fucked. Oh, I'm so close, please don't stop, I'm about to come."

Holding her hips, his pace quickens, Milly feels his cock spasm, and hot jizz floods her rectum.

"Fuck yeah," yells Charles, triumphantly.

Milly peaks and squirts in an explosive orgasm. Becca, who has been covertly wanking as she watches her friend being buggered, orgasms at the same time. Not the way she'd expected her punishment to proceed, but best be pragmatic and go with the flow. Charles is so ingeniously inventive. Reluctantly, they disentangle and flop happily together on the couch, a subversive and erotic threesome.