Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2012 16:22:57 -0500 (EST)
From: Paris Annette Morreau
Subject: MODEL BEHAVIOR

MODEL BEHAVIOR (F/F, Spanking, Humiliation) by Paris Annette Morreau
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Skye  strolled alone down the wide corridor of the high school she
attended, hips  swinging, breasts bouncing. A stunning senior with a thick mane of
blond hair  falling past her shoulders, she was a leggy 5'8" in her stocking
feet and had  deep blue eyes set in a classically beautiful face. She wore a
short skirt of  emerald green suede which easily displayed eight inches of
firm, shapely thighs,  a snug sweater of ivory silk that hugged her full,
round breasts, and ivory  opaque stockings that rested an inch or so above her
knees.

Even with a student body which numbered in the thousands, nearly every boy
in school knew who she was and lusted after her. So did some of the girls.
Skye  had no real girl friends, just those who wanted to be near her, hoping
to latch  onto one of the boys she routinely rejected. She was far too
self-absorbed to  form any real relationships.

She had a date every Friday and Saturday night with whomever she chose to
go out. She had been known to point to a guy and say "you, my house,
Saturday  night, 7:30." That let him know the day and time he was to pick her up
for their  date. She would let him know when he got there what they were doing
and where  they were going. No one ever said no to her. If the guy in
question had already  made plans, he canceled them to go out with her. Skye,
however, often changed  her mind about the date she had decided on. The guy
chosen would arrive at the  appointed time only to be told by Skye that she no
longer felt like going out  with him. Many times she was walking out with
someone else, when the first date  appeared.

The boys who did go out with her fared no better than the ones she
rejected. She would often only speak to give an order to her escort. Sometimes  she
would refuse to spend any time with him at all, walking in front of him,
ignoring him completely. Or she would flirt and tease until the guy thought
he  would explode. She'd ask if she could kiss his cheek. She'd lightly brush
her  lips against his face while firmly pressing her breasts against him,
pretending  she didn't know that she was doing it. She'd hold her purse in
one hand, her  keys in another, thrust out her chest and ask her date if there
was any lint on  her tight t-shirt. She'd push her breasts out and ask if
they were too small or  too big. She'd shake them and ask if they jiggled too
much.

She always wore short skirts that rode high on her long legs and fit snugly
 across her full bottom. She'd go to football games at the high school,
stand up  and ask her date if there was any dirt on her bottom from the seats.
He'd stare  at her pert little mounds with his tongue hanging out, unable to
speak. Skye  would put her hands on her bottom and dust it off while
wiggling her bottom from  side to side.

She loved teasing them, making them want her, but she would not touch them
and would not allow them to touch her.

Many of the girls thought the boys were saps for putting up with her. Some
of them thought they would behave just as she did if they could get away
with  it. Only one thought something ought to be done about her behavior.
Corinne.

Corinne was also a senior. She was a good four inches shorter than Skye,
had thick, dark straight hair and eyes as brown and as warm as coffee. Quiet
and  observant, she could blend into a wall when it suited her. She was
pretty when  she wanted to be, plain when she needed to be. She never had
trouble getting a  date, but there was a time when she'd been stood up by someone
who, she found  out later, went out with Skye instead. He had apologized to
her and asked for  another chance. He blamed Skye's intimidating power over
him, but Corinne knew  that he had dropped her without a second thought for
a chance to go out with  Skye. He was just too much of a wimp to own up to
it. She refused to have  anything to do with him. Still, she didn't like the
way Skye behaved and decided  to do something about it.

She posted a notice on the school's bulletin board requesting a model who
was at least 5'8" to pose for a swimsuit layout. An extra notice was placed
inside Skye's locker. The posted notice listed an incorrect phone number,
the ad  in Skye's locker listed Corinne's number at home. Skye took the bait
and called.  Corinne answered with the name of a modeling agency she'd made
up. That had  confused the friends who had called before Skye, but Corinne
joked her way out  of it.

Corinne questioned Skye in her best professional voice asking if the girl
had any modeling experience, confirming she was tall enough, asking if she
was  slender enough to wear a bikini. Corinne then set up a day and time,
after  school, to meet.

Skye was directed to a loft in a building downtown. Corinne's mother worked
 in the office of the building, showing showed available office space,
among  other things. Corinne often visited her there and asked for the keys to
empty  offices. She loved looking at the wide open spaces and imagining how
she would  design the interiors.

On the appointed day and hour, Corinne picked up the keys from her mother
and was in the loft waiting for Skye. She didn't know what this loft had
been  used for, but it still had a bed in it with a brass and iron headboard
and  foot-board. It was perfect for what she had in mind.

Corinne was professionally dressed in a suit, and wore sheer black
stockings and high heel pumps. She had her hair pulled straight back in a bun  and
was wearing glasses. Skye didn't know her; they weren't friends and the
school had far too many students to know everyone, even if you weren't self
centered.

Suddenly the door flew open and the stunning teen strode haughtily into the
 room. "I'm Skye Matthews," she said as if no introduction was needed.

Corinne was pretending to look through a sheaf of papers. "Very well, Miss,
 Miss whatever your name is. Take this swimsuit and put it on. There's a
room  where you can change over there." She gestured vaguely, tossing the
swimsuit at  Skye, not looking up.

Skye was taken aback by this woman's attitude of indifference. She took the
 swimsuit and looked around the large empty loft.

"This doesn't look much like a photo shoot to me," Skye said, never having
actually been on a photo shoot. "Where is everyone?"

Corinne sighed with theatrical exasperation.

"This is not a 'photo shoot', kid. My agency sees hundreds of beautiful
women every day. We're certainly not going to waste time on an actual shoot
with  every inexperienced girl who thinks she's pretty and wants to show off
her body.  This appointment is a test only. I'll photograph you and, if the
pictures show  you have the 'look' we're after, if we find you're at all
photogenic, if you  body doesn't look fat in the pictures, you'll be called back
for a second look.  I don't have any time to waste, so put on the suit and
get back out here."

Skye was stunned at the way she had been spoken to. Everyone she had ever
known worshiped her beauty and fawned over her. Well, she thought, I'll just
put  on this suit and show this snippy bitch what a beautiful girl I am.
She may see  aspiring models every day, but she has never seen me.

Skye changed into the thong bikini and stepped back into the room. She
opened her arms and presented her body for Corinne's adoration. Corinne barely
looked as she picked up the camera and pointed it at the girl and took a
few  shots, ordering the teen to affect certain poses.

"Since I don't have a beach here," Corinne said, "and I need to know what
you look like lying down on the sand, why don't you go over to that bed and
lie  down on your stomach."

Skye walked over to the bed and placed her hands on the mattress,
deliberately thrusting her thonged bottom up at Corinne. Under the guise of  posing
her, Corinne told Skye to place her outstretched hands on the bars of the
headboard. When Skye had done so, Corinne got on the bed, sat on top of
Skye's  back and tied each wrist to the headboard, while Skye screamed and
struggled.  When her hands were secured. Corinne turned around and tied one of
Skye's ankles  to the left side of the foot-board, and the other ankle to the
right side.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do to me?" Skye shouted.

"I'm going to give you what you deserve, Skye, for being such a naughty
girl," Corinne calmly advised as she picked up a pair of scissors and cut the
bikini off of the struggling girl.

"Wha, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, teasing the boys at school, being rude, being an inconsiderate,
selfish little brat. You know, general naughtiness like that," Corinne  explained.

"Who are you?" Skye asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Corinne responded.

Corinne picked up the pillow she had hidden under the bed and pushed it
under Skye's hips, raising her bottom and positioning it into a perfect arch.
She got off the bed and stood back to admire her handiwork. Skye was
spread-eagle naked on the bed, tied and helpless, her bottom high and taut, her
plump fig peeking out through her open legs. What a vision! Corinne knew
there  wasn't a guy in school who wouldn't pay to see Skye on display like this.

Skye had never been so vulnerable. She could feel her bottom domed and
tight, her legs wide open, and was afraid to think what this woman had in mind.
 She clenched her cheeks and tried to look behind her at what the woman was
 doing. She was fairly certain she wasn't going to like whatever it was.
Her  heart was pounding, eyes wide with fear.

"Please don't hurt me," Skye pleaded. "If you want money, my parents will
pay anything to get me back safely."

"Oh, you're going to hurt all right. At least part of your body is going to
 hurt. And I don't want any money. When I'm through with you, I'll let you
go and  you'll be just as healthy as you were when you got here. You'll be a
changed  little girl, though. I guarantee you that," Corinne said.

Corinne knelt on the bed beside Skye. She glided her hands over the creamy
softness of the teen's firm peaches. This was not the first time Corinne
had  seen Skye's beautiful body naked. Skye loved taking a shower after P.E.
and  parading around nude, showing off her luscious body to everyone. This
was,  however, the first time Corinne was in a position to touch the sacred
skin. She  glided her hands over the voluptuous chubs, reveling in their silky
smoothness.  Each pudgy cheek was firm and supple. The cleft separating the
luscious globes  led down to the pink fleshy fullness of Skye's sex.

"Don't touch me!" Skye shouted. Don't you dare put your hands on me! You'd
better let me go if you know what's good for you."

"You'll be let go when I'm finished with you and not a moment sooner. I'm
giving the orders today and you will obey me or take the consequences. And
if  you 'know what's good for you', you'll change your haughty attitude right
now,  young lady," Corinne repeated the words her mother had often used on
her.

"I'm going to spank this naughty bottom of yours, Skye," Corinne said as
she stroked the quivering flesh. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll
think  twice before behaving badly again," Corinne said, trying to sound like
her  mother.

A spanking? Skye thought. I must have misunderstood. She couldn't have said
 'spanking'.

"What did you say? I didn't understand you. What are you going to do?" Skye
 asked.

Corinne leaned towards Skye, her mouth on the teen's ear.

"Oh, I think you heard me," she whispered. "You just don't believe your own
 ears. I don't mind saying it again, though. I'm going to spank you, Skye.
I'm  going to give this sassy, perky bottom of yours a long, hard spanking.
You've  been such a naughty girl and it's time your bottom was properly
spanked."

Corinne had been looking forward to this for a long time and she was not
anxious to get it over with. She wanted to take her time with Skye and have
it  last as long as possible.

"I'm not quite ready to spank you yet, Skye. I have to gather a few things
and get ready, Corinne informed the beautiful teen.

Actually she didn't have to do anything to prepare for spanking Skye. She
just wanted to look at the naked body before her; the arc of her ivory
bottom,  the cheeks that quivered each time she tried to move. Corinne walked
around the  room, humming softly to herself, rummaging through her bag, making
as many  "getting ready" sounds as she could while Skye lay fretting on the
bed. Corinne  walked over to Skye's right side and playfully slapped the
girl's bottom three  times.

"I'm almost ready, Skye. Don't go away."

"Uhhhhh!" Skye screamed. "Don't you dare touch me!" She squirmed from side
to side, bottom jiggling.

In response, Corinne walked over to the other side of the bed and slapped
the protruding chubs a few more times.

"Now, Skye, be patient. I'll spank you soon enough. Don't worry about
that." Corinne giggled.

Even Corinne hadn't imagined just how much fun this was. She worried
occasionally about her mother bursting in on her and knew if that happened, it
would be Corinne's bottom tied to the bed instead of Skye's.

"If you touch me again, I swear I'll have you thrown in jail. You'll be
sharing a cell with a big lesbian who will make you her slave," Skye shouted
angrily.

"Oh, my dear, dear little girl, Corinne laughed, "I think you've seen way
too many movies. Still, that's such a naughty thing to say." Corinne slapped
the  proffered cheeks lightly several times.

"Nooooooo! Stop it, you bitch!" Skye bucked as much as her restraints would
 allow and screamed at the top of her voice.

Corinne waited patiently until Skye was quiet again.

"No one can hear you, Skye, and the next time you scream it will be because
 I'm giving your arrogant bottom a good spanking."

Skye was angrier than she had ever been. She'll have to untie me sooner or
later and when she does, I'll, I'll ...

"Ready, Skye? It's time for your spanking. Well, ready or not, here I
come," Corinne announced.

A prickle of fear raced through Skye. The playful slaps had only infuriated
 her. She wondered what a real spanking would feel like and was afraid to
find  out. She wiggled and squirmed, trying in vain to loosen the ties that
bound  her.

"I like the way your bottom jiggles when it moves, Skye. You look funny
trying to get away. But, I'm afraid you'll have to stop squirming sooner or
later and when you've stopped, I'll begin the spanking. By the way, I have
all  night to wait, so please feel free to take as much time as you would like
to  squirm. I enjoy watching you," Corinne said.

Skye finally stopped and let her body go limp. She was defeated for the
moment, but the war had only begun. She'd make this crazy woman regret this
day  for the rest of her life. Knowing the dreaded spanking was about to
begin, she  clenched her cheeks in anticipation of the first strike

Corinne slapped her hand down hard onto Skye's arrogant moons, watching the
 firm buns bounce back.

"Owww!" That actually stung more than she had thought it would. Thoroughly
embarrassed and completely helpless, Skye burst into tears.

"You're such a naughty girl, Skye. You tease those poor boys at school
until they're half crazy with lust," Corinne scolded as she spanked the plump
buns. "You know you're not going to let them touch you, yet you press your
body  to theirs, jiggle your breasts at them and wiggle your bottom. That's
naughty,  naughty, naughty!" Corinne chided, spanking the teen's blushing
cheeks rapidly.

"Owww! Ohhhh! Ouuuuch! Damn you, you crazy bitch! Stop it!" Skye  howled.

"Tsk, tsk. Such language, Skye. Naughty, naughty. I see I'm going to have
to spank you harder," Corinne concluded.

Spank! Corinne looked at the embarrassed bottom before her. She got up onto
 her knees and placed her hand at Skye's waist, holding her firmly. She
used her  right hand to smack one pink cheek with her flat palm.

"Owwww! Nooooo! Owwwww! Stop it!" Skye demanded, crying, as she tried to
wiggle away from the fiery slaps.

Corinne didn't expect the bite she felt in her hand or the thrill it gave
her. She smacked the cheek again, harder, allowing the full sting of it to
wane  before slapping it again.

"Ow! Oooh!" Skye's bottom jumped with every swat, her cheeks clenching
before each strike landed.

Happy with the shade of red the little bun had turned, Corinne leaned
forward slightly and began spanking the other cheek. She experimented with
hearty slaps using the entire palm of her hand, bringing her hand straight down.
 Then stinging spanks with just her fingertips.

"Owww!" I don't care what it takes, Skye thought. When this is over I'm
going to get this woman into the same position I'm in and give her what she's
giving me. Only harder.

Corinne tried some sideways smacks against the tender flesh at the top of
the teen's thighs, smacking one side several times before moving to the
other  and spanking it a few times. The chubs jumped forward, then lay back
down.  Moving that way, Skye's bottom reminded Corinne of a water bed she once
slept  on. It undulated beneath her with every movement of her body, but
still felt  firm. There was a solid wave before it stilled.

SPANK!

"Owww!" Now that hurt. The previous spanks stung somewhat, but these new
ones actually hurt. Enough is enough! Skye decided to try some  manipulation.

"Oh, please stop! I beg you! You're hurting me so badly! I can't stand it.
Ohhhh! It hurts so much," Skye cried.

Worse than the bite of the spanking was the utter humiliation she felt at
being naked with her legs wide open and her bottom lifted towards this woman
as  though Skye were giving it to her as a gift.

"Nice try, Skye," Corinne said. "It won't work, though. I've heard you
scheme many times. Obviously, you haven't learned anything yet, so I'll have to
 get serious here and really spank you now."

"God damn you!" Skye shouted, angry that her ploy hadn't worked. She bucked
 her body as much as the restraints allowed, screaming obscenities and
calling  out threats.

Corinne removed her hand from Skye's waist and used it to draw aside,
slightly, one of the girl's cheeks.

"Now, Skye, remember, when someone spanks you, you mustn't retaliate. You
should turn the other cheek," Corinne giggled at her own cleverness.

When Skye felt her cheeks being tugged, she shrieked. Horrified and
embarrassed beyond anything she had ever experienced, she burst into fresh  tears.

Corinne spanked the inside part of Skye's bottom in hearty, biting spanks
on that most tender part.

"No! No! No! Oh, God, please don't do that," Skye screamed. "Owww!" Skye
howled at the burning prickles of heat that traveled up her bottom.

Corinne changed her position until she was on her knees between Skye's
legs, directly behind the girl's bottom. She used both hands to spank Skye's
pudgy rounds at the same time, slapping down with force again and again.
Corinne  had, of course, heard the sound her mother's hand (not to mention
hairbrush) had  made on Corinne's bare bottom. She was surprised, though, at the
difference in  the sounds she heard now that she was doing the spanking.
Depending on the  position of her hand and the kind of spank she was giving,
some of the slaps  sounded like crinkling cellophane. Some like firecrackers
popping or a crack of  lightning. The sounds fascinated her as much as the
spanks she gave delighted  her and the shades of red satisfied her. At each
double spank, Skye's bottom  jumped up of its own accord. Just as the cheeks
settled back down, they were  struck again in that awful twin smack, sending
her body forward.

SMACK!

"Owww!"

It was difficult to squirm, let alone escape from the stinging swats
raining down on her. Skye prayed no one at school would ever find out about
this. She was used to being the one in control. She was mortified at the
position she was in, not to mention the feel of the constant bouncing of her
bottom. She clenched her cheeks at the approach of every spank. She was humbled
at being punished like an ordinary child, especially at the hands of this
woman  she didn't even know. Between spanks and her own shrieks, she wondered
if this  disciplinarian was the mother of one of the boys she had stood up.
She hadn't  gotten a very good look at her and, even if she had, would not
have known her  anyway. She rarely met the mother of a boy she went out
with. When this horrible  ordeal was over, she'd find out who this woman was and
make her pay.

"You are also very rude, Skye," Corinne reprimanded the teen. "You order
people around as though you are the only one who matters, without the least
concern for anyone else's feelings. You should be ashamed of yourself,"
Corinne  scolded as she heartily spanked the sassy darlings.

WHAP! SLAP! SPANK!

"Owwww! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"

"All right, that's enough of that," Corinne decided.

Oh, thank God, Skye thought. It's over. I'll act humble until this nut
unties me and then it will be her turn to be spanked. And I'll really spank
her,  too. I'll teach her what a real spanking is, Skye decided.

"I'm going to get the paddle now, you naughty girl, and put a good blaze on
 your insolent cheeks," Corinne promised. Skye's bottom was already a
bright  stinging red.

Oh, no! Skye thought. Until the word 'paddle' was mentioned, she had been
full of plans about what she was going to have done to this woman. Her
bottom  was stinging but, despite her screams, (and except for the
embarrassment), it  wasn't as bad as she had pretended. She actually felt jolts of delight
and  tickles of pleasure dance through her as each spank landed on her firm
bottom.  Even hearing the word "spank" brought a throb of pleasure. She
tried to deny her  arousal as well as the hot wetness between her legs. She
hoped this crazy woman  would not become aware of the effect this spanking had
had on her. Anyway, the  paddle would change all that. It would bring a lot
of pain and no pleasure at  all. She was sure of that.

"No! No! Please! Don't use a paddle! This is bad enough," Skye begged.
Okay, listen. I'm sorry I was rude. I'll try to be more polite."

Corinne laughed as got off the bed and walked over to the large handbag she
 had brought with her. She reached inside and pulled out the familiar
oval-shaped  hairbrush. It was the one Corinne's mother used on her, so she knew
from  experience how quickly and how well it could roast buns. If her mother
ever  found out about this stunt, Corinne knew she'd feel the sting of that
hairbrush  for a long time.

She walked back over to Skye and knelt on the bed.

"That gentle hand spanking was not nearly as bad as you deserve, young
lady, for your arrogant and impudent behavior," she told the teen in the best
impersonation of her mother. She raised the brush and landed the first of a
dozen sound whacks.

"Ohhhhhhhh! It burns! It stings! Oh, please stop!" Skye screeched, wiggling
 her bottom, her little fig dancing.

WHACK! THWACK! SWAT!

Corinne noticed the ripe pink fullness between Skye's legs. Was it her
imagination, or was it glistening with slick moisture? Could it be Skye liked
this? Hmmm. Skye was calling Corinne crazy but Corinne was not the one who
enjoyed being spanked. All she ever felt was hot pain at the fiery swats her
 mother gave her. Well, if it's pleasure she wants...

The paddle whistled before it stuck Skye's already tender flesh.

"Owww! Ohhhh noooo! I swear I'll never be rude again. Owwww! Never!" The
paddle did hurt even more than Skye had imagined. This was not the part of
the  spanking that had (unwillingly) aroused her.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Skye's response was an extended howl. She made a deal with God that if the
punishment would just end, she'd take no revenge against this woman.

"What about teasing the boys with your perky breasts and pouting bottom?"
Corinne asked, while concentrating her spanking efforts to ensure that
Skye's  entire bottom had felt the bite of the brush.

"I'll never do it again. I promise! I'll swear it on a bible," Skye  vowed.

SLAP! THWACK! SWAT!

"I don't believe you, Skye. I think you'll leave here and forget this
little spanking and go right on being naughty." Corinne was enjoying herself
immensely.

"Owww! I won't forget. I won't. I'll be good forever. Please stop," Skye
wailed, believing her hysterical promises.

Corinne couldn't resist landing three more hard spanks.

"Oh, all right. I'll let you off easily this time. Don't think for a minute
 I can't get you back in this very position the next I think you need a
spanking," Corinne warned.

"Oh thank you. Thank you, Skye sighed her relief. "Oh God, my bottom is so
hot. Thank you for stopping. Ohhhh!"

"Well, It won't hurt for long, honey, because I'm going to soothe you in a
very pleasant way."

"Wh, What do you mean?" Skye asked, her relief short-lived.

Corinne glided her hands over the burning globes, her fingertips grazing
the cleft of the teen's bottom.

Skye gasped. "Please don't do that."

Corinne began kissing the tender flesh, flicking her tongue against it
while continuing to stroke the buns with her hands.

"I like boys!" Skye blurted.

"Me, too, but your little bottom, raised the way it is, is just teasing me,
 begging me. I can't resist you," Corinne murmured.

Corinne parted Skye's cheeks and teased the little pink pucker with her
fingertip. Skye jumped and wiggled her bottom.

"Don't do that! Stop it right now! I mean it!" Skye demanded.

"Now, Skye, be a good girl. You know what happens to naughty ones."

Corinne placed her hand between Skye's legs and touched the girl's plump
berry with her fingertip, pleased to realize the girl was drenched in
slippery  wetness. She had not imagined it. Skye gasped and wiggled, trying to
escape but  only succeeded in becoming more aroused at the fingertip moving
against her bud.  Corinne teased and played with the ripe berry until Skye
moaned and moved her  body in response.

"Do you want me to untie you?"

"No. That is, not yet," Skye said.

Corinne continued touching Skye's plump rosebud and bringing her fingertip
down her slippery slit and up to the aperture in her bottom while Skye
sighed  and moved her bottom in answer to that action.

Corinne untied the teen's ankles and then reached up and untied her wrists.
 Skye turned over, her spectacular round breasts finally displayed. Corinne
 placed her mouth on one of Skye's nipples and kissed it. Skye held
Corinne's  head gently against her breast. Corinne sucked the erect bud gently.
"Harder,"  Skye demanded. "Please," she quickly amended. Corinne licked around
the pert bud  and flicked it with her tongue while caressing the girl's
other breast. She  turned her attention to the other nipple, sucking it, licking
it, kissing it.  Again Skye sighed with pleasure, then realized this
couldn't be anyone's  mother.

Corinne moved down between the girl's legs and used her tongue to open the
teen's wet slit. She kissed and licked the pink bud time and again, nibbled
and  flicked her tongue against it. She gently sucked it and softly slapped
her  tongue against it until Skye's body convulsed deliciously and the girl
gasped at  the overwhelming pleasure never felt before. Skye lay on the
bed, unmoving,  breathing heavily.

"You can leave now, Skye," Corinne said. She did not expect Skye to
reciprocate. Corinne was satisfied with the surprising turn of events. She
expected only to spank this girl. In her wildest dreams, she had never imagined
making love to her.

"Remember, I expect you to be a good girl. No more teasing, no more rude
behavior," Corinne couldn't resist a last tease before letting Skye go.

Skye uttered soft mmmms while laying still.

Corinne half reclined beside her. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want
 to go?" she asked.

Skye just looked at her, eyes glazed. Corinne took the opportunity to kiss
her, darting her tongue inside the teen's warm, wet mouth. To Corinne's
very  pleasant surprise, Skye responded with her own tongue. They kissed while
Skye's  hands clumsily attempted to explore Corinne's body. Corinne stood up
and quickly  undressed while Skye watched her. She stared at her small
breasts and dark  nipples. Her eyes traveled down the slender body, past her
flat tummy to the  neat, small thatch of dark curls, to her bare and shapely
thighs. Now Skye could  now see how young this person was.

Corinne lay back down and Skye moved her hands over every part of Corinne
while they kissed. She moved her mouth away from Corinne's to the girl's
nipples  and tentatively sucked them, unsure of how to proceed. Corinne
encouraged the  exploration and Skye found herself between Corinne's legs, tonguing
the girl's  berry, kissing and trying the licking, flicking motion Corinne
had done to her.  She tried softly sucking it and darting her tongue against
it, again trying to  imitate Corinne, until she felt the girl's body
stiffen. Corinne let out a sharp  cry and her body quaked as pleasure flowed
through her.

The two girls lay in each other's arms, now and then touching and  kissing.

"Who are you?" Skye finally asked. "How do you know me?"

"My name is Corinne. We're both seniors at the same school," she informed
her. "I'm not surprised you don't know me. There are a few hundred seniors
and  I'm not some boy you teased."

"I guess I have behaved badly," Skye admitted. "I was having fun. I didn't
realize I was hurting anyone. I never thought about it. I didn't care," she
 confessed. "God, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up?"

"You can start by giving, not just taking," Corinne suggested. They made
love again, Skye giving as well as receiving.

"Corinne, I want you to turn me over your knee and spank me," Skye asked
shyly. "But not with the paddle." She hastened to add. "Just your hand. I
want  to feel what it's like with your body under mine. Don't do it too hard.
Okay?"

"Okay," Corinne agreed, still amazed that a stinging bottom could bring
pleasure.

Corrine sat up and Skye placed herself over the girl's knees and lifted her
 still-red bottom for spanking.

Corinne caressed the fiery chubs, gave them several light spanks, then
soothed the tender skin. Skye raised her magnificent bottom again in response
to  the stinging smacks, as well as to the touching. Corinne slapped harder,
causing  a slightly greater bite. Skye gasped at the sting then moaned at
the pleasure of  it. Corinne spanked the plump red cheeks with hot slaps until
Skye said  "enough." Corinne stroked the crimson cheeks.

"Are you sure you've had enough, Skye? I'd be happy to spank you some more,
 she teased."

"Yes, Corinne. I'm sure. No more, please," Skye blurted, somewhat afraid
that another hard spanking was about to happen.

"Are you going to be a good girl now?" Corinne asked.

"Yes. Oh, yes. I'll be good. Please don't spank me, Corinne." Skye, now
understanding that Corinne was teasing her, played along, actually enjoying
the  game.

Corinne helped the girl off of her lap and they settled back onto the bed
pleased with themselves and they made love a third time.

Later, the girls left the building together. They exchanged a few hurried
and hidden kisses before each got into their cars and drove home, wet, sated
and  exhausted.

"Hi, sweetie," Corinne's mother greeted her when she got home from work.
"How was your day?

"Deeeelightful and deeeeelicious," Corinne replied, kissing her mother's
cheek before flopping back down on the sofa in front of the TV.

"Do you have any interesting ideas of how that loft could be used?" her
mother asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"Oh yeah! I could make that loft a very pleasant place to spend the day,"
Corinne stated.

Laughing, Corinne's mother murmured "'delightful and delicious'. What a
darling girl I have."


Copyright Paris Annette Morreau.