Sep 042016
 


nude bottom spanking
The latest instalment from Mr Possum’s ongoing spanking stories.  For earlier chapters or to submit your own stories, see here.

Jennifer sat on the patio drinking a cup of tea.  It was mid-morning and in a little over 3 hours she was going to have to ‘report’ to Vivienne to get her bottom strapped – by both Kellie and Vivienne.  On the one hand she felt a certain excitement about the approaching ordeal, but on the other hand, she was apprehensive about just how much the strap might hurt.  Yesterday had been a challenge, but she realised that it had been a sort of ‘test’ of her interest in, as well as her abilities to give and receive, strict discipline in accordance with the Barrett household regime.  Having now passed the ‘test’ and having volunteered for additional ‘familiarisation’, Jennifer thought that her future strappings might be more severe.  Vivienne had certainly strapped Kellie’s bottom far harder than she had strapped hers.  And Kellie in particular had found a new way of expressing herself – with a strap on someone else’s bottom – Jennifer’s bottom – and that made Jennifer nervous.  She pondered just how hard could a young woman apply a strap to someone’s bottom – surely not that hard – but then again, Kellie was a fit and athletic sort of girl, hell bent on making an impression, particularly with her mother.  She was keen to show her mother just how well she could develop good disciplinary skills.  Jennifer prepared herself mentally for the worst – it might really hurt, but she hoped for the best.  In a way she now felt obliged to both Vivienne and Kellie for preparing her for dealing with Lucy, and even Lily.

Unexpectedly Jennifer’s world of peace and reflection was shattered – “Hi Mrs Sangster …… got a moment?”  It was Kellie looking as delicious as ever – short shorts, a halter top and obviously no bra.  “Just came to see how you are.  Bottom still sore?”

“Fine thanks Kellie.  Holding-up well actually.  A little tender but I’m sitting ok, as you can see.  How’s your bottom?”

Kellie pulled-up a chair alongside Jennifer and looked intently into Jennifer’s eyes.  This disturbed Jennifer – every time she looked at Kellie, Kellie had been eyeballing her constantly.  But she did not know what to say, so she let her young admirer’s direct gaze pass without comment.  “Ready for this afternoon Kellie?  My aim might be a lot better than you think.  And my swing will have improved – I’ve done some exercise.  I hope you’re still going to enjoy it as much as you said you did yesterday.”

“Oh I will Mrs Sangster, definitely.  And I wonder who will cry out ‘ouch’ first – thee or me?  I bet it’s you Mrs S.” Kellie laughed at the worried look on Jennifer’s face.

“Kellie – there’s no way you’ll win that bet.  I may not be able to get an ‘ouch’ out of you, but you sure won’t be getting one out of me – no chance.  I may not be too used to getting my bottom strapped – yesterday was a whole new experience for me – but believe me, I can take it ….. you’ll see.  But why the competition over who’s first to say ‘ouch’ – is that some sort of game you play with your sister?”

“No, not really.  We just keep tabs on Mum and how long it’s before she starts ‘oooing’ and ‘aaahing’ when Dad’s strapping her bottom.  When he straps my bottom, I’m ‘oooing’ and ‘aaahing’ straight away – that way he thinks he is hurting me too much, so he doesn’t strap me so hard.  Ashlie does the same, but Mum hasn’t woken-up to that trick yet.”

“Kellie Barrett you’re a fraud – what if I tell your Mum, or your Dad?”

“You won’t Mrs S.  You’re not like that.  My secret is safe with you.  Anyway, you need to stay in my good books – remember, I’m strapping your novice bottom this afternoon and I do exercises too – at least 30 push-ups at the gym.  I could have your beautiful bottom wriggling around all over the place, and your beaut boobs bouncing around likewise, if I wanted to – which, by the way – I do.  I definitely do – so are you going to wriggle and bounce around for me this afternoon?”

“Kellie Barrett – behave yourself.  I’m not going to wriggle my bottom for anyone.  Nor my boobs …… when were my bosoms bouncing around?  They weren’t bouncing around – I would’ve known!  What a thing to say!  You’re very cheeky young lady, very cheeky.  I might just remember your cheekiness when I’m strapping your bottom this afternoon – so be careful.”

“Oh Mrs S.  You were wriggling your bottom around – all over the place.  Great I thought!  Sexiest bottom around.  And your boobs were definitely bouncing.  After Mummy finished strapping you – you went off dancing around the kitchen – boobs going in all directions.  Very stimulating.  Very exciting!”

“Well it’s not going to happen today.  No way.” replied Jennifer now quite distraught that she seemed to have put on quite a display of her physical attributes for Kellie and Vivienne to enjoy.  Ever conscious of her bosom’s behaviour, Jennifer was determined that today she would act in a more demure and controlled fashion.  Jennifer then picked-up where she had left off: “And just remember, Kellie Barrett, be cheeky and I will strap your bottom harder.”

“Oooow …. I can’t wait.  Having you stand behind me – in the nude – flaying my poor bottom with the strap – sends goose bumps down my spine.  You’re very sexy when you’re in the nude Mrs S. …… with the strap in your hand – very sexy indeed.  You could get me to do anything.  Do you like seeing me in the nude Mrs S.?   Do you like big boobs – I like yours.  Men like big boobs, but I never know whether women like other women’s boobs.  Mum has huge boobs – bigger than mine – bigger than yours.  I’ve got a feeling you really ….”

Even though Kellie had raised the issue of bosoms – and Jennifer had had an everlasting and constant fixation on the size of bosoms particularly in relation to her own, she thought Kellie’s conversation was becoming a little too risqué, so she cut Kellie off: “that’s enough Kellie – talking about your mother’s bosoms that way – and mine.  It’s not the subject for idle chit chat among ladies.  We are what we are and we have to accept what the good Lord has given us.  And saying that I look sexy in the nude with a strap in my hand – that young lady is not appropriate.”

“Ooh my apologies Mrs Sangster.  I didn’t mean to cause offence.  I only mention the truth.  What’s wrong with that?  You’ve got to admit that you and I have developed, for better or for worse, a strange and compelling interest in smacking bottoms.  You said so – yesterday – in front of Mum – you said you enjoyed strapping my bottom and I definitely enjoyed strapping yours.  And this afternoon we’ll strap each other again.  And you cannot hide behind the pretence that it’s only necessary because at some time in the future you are going to give Lucy a good strapping on her bottom – which, by the way, she most definitely deserves, believe me.”

“Oh Kellie, what am I going to do to you?  Yes – Lucy needs her bottom strapped.  Yes, I am going to do it, and yes, I will probably enjoy giving her comeuppance – she does deserves it.  But what is happening between you and me – and your mother – is different.  And to me, a little odd – out of the ordinary.  It has surprised me – shocked me – that I really enjoyed taking the strap to your bottom.  I loved it – there I’ve said it – I loved strapping your bottom and I will love it again this afternoon, and tomorrow afternoon and whenever – and I think that could be wrong – very wrong – but I can’t help it.  So there.  I think you and I are in the same boat – but I think we need to stay clear of such ideas as thinking we look sexy to one another when in the nude, with straps in our hands.  That could be totally inappropriate.”

“OK Mrs S.  You might be right.  Anyway, nice chatting with you.  I need to go and help Mum with the lunch.  Need to keep our strength up for this afternoon.”  With those parting comments Kellie wriggled her bottom cheekily at Jennifer and headed home.

Jennifer felt drained after her conversation with Kellie.  She now knew that she could have a problem on her hands.  She had never thought of Kellie as impressionable – she didn’t really know her all that well, but it now seemed that they were indeed in the same boat – inextricably linked by a mutual desire to inflict some pain and pleasure upon each other, and that worried Jennifer.  Could it go too far?  What was too far?  Maybe after Jennifer’s three ‘familiarisation’ afternoons she could resume her undivided interest in Lucy’s behavioural problems, and forget about Kellie.  Or would she?  Despite her inner reticence to encourage Kellie further, the cheeky 22 year old had made an impression on her and she was reluctant to let it go for the time being.

2.00 pm came around sooner than expected.  Jennifer was dressed and in two minds about her makeup.  It wasn’t really a dress-up occasion – but putting her face on was an instinctive urge she couldn’t let go.  Dressed and made-up as if going to a formal occasion, Jennifer went next door.  She entered the kitchen through the back door and looked tentatively at that kitchen table – her place of likely suffering in the minutes and hours ahead.  She went up the stairs and down the long corridor to the open door – Kellie’s room.  She politely knocked on the door and waited for a response – which came instantly.  Kellie beckoned her in.

To Jennifer’s surprise – or was it a surprise – Kellie was reclining completely nude on the bed – her perpetual smile beaming at Jennifer as she entered.  “Welcome to my humble abode” said Kellie.  She sat-up and folded her arms – her gaze still fixed on Jennifer and announced: “Time to strip Mrs S.  I’m ready.”

“Hi Kellie, you don’t waste any time, do you?  Are you going to look away?”

“No” was Kellie’s dismissive reply.  She sat happily and stared at Jennifer in anticipation – obviously going to enjoy Jennifer’s discomfort at having to strip in front of her.  Jennifer took a deep breath, and with an unflinching resolve, she started to strip naked.

It wasn’t as bad as Jennifer first thought – Kellie had already seen her in the nude so what difference would it make.  “Do we go now?” Jennifer asked not even bothering to try and cover herself with her hands and arms.  Kellie replied: “We’d better get down there – if Mum gets there first, we will be regarded as keeping her waiting – not good.  She will want us there before she arrives.  Dad can get quite anal if we keep him waiting.  Can be very bad for one’s bottom!”

Kellie scampered off the bed and alongside Jennifer.  Jennifer was very conscious of just how close Kellie got to her – then thought to hell with it.  If Kellie wanted to get up close and personal, so be it.  While Jennifer had been quite shocked yesterday when Kellie had hugged and kissed her when they were both nude, she had rather enjoyed it – the bosomy Kellie was fun to hug.  The two of them walked side by side down the corridor and down the stairs.  Jennifer felt a penetrating chill as she got closer to the bottom of the stairs.  Kellie had gone ahead and Jennifer had taken a good look at Kellie’s cute bottom – which still displayed a few faded marks from yesterday’s strapping.  She wondered if her own bottom was marked – it had never occurred to her to have looked in the mirror when she had gotten up this morning.

The kitchen was deserted – Vivienne had not yet arrived.  “What do we do now?” asked Jennifer.  “We wait – Dad often keeps us waiting.  He says it gives us time to reflect upon our transgressions.”  Jennifer ever nervous the more she found out about the Barrett’s disciplinary regime asked “How long?”  “As long as they like – Mum will be enjoying this – normally she’s the one waiting in anticipation for Dad to arrive.  She’s gonna make sure we serve our waiting time.  And by the way – we have to wait in silence.”

The two women stood in silence and awaited the arrival of Vivienne.  Kellie had just fidgeted, but Jennifer had become more and more anxious as time passed.  The waiting started to get on her nerves – standing there, stark naked, waiting.  And it was cold.

Finally Vivienne entered the kitchen and looked quite happy and relaxed.  “Good afternoon ladies, glad you could make it.  Now …… Jennifer has a lesson or two to learn – one, what it’s like to get her bottom strapped, and two, how to strap a young woman’s bottom.  Quite essential the way young women conduct themselves theses days.  So – who is first I wonder?”  Vivienne paced up and down behind the two naked women and gently pinched and rubbed each of their bottoms – something new yet again for Jennifer to absorb.  But she felt that it wasn’t so unpleasant, so she stood motionless and let Vivienne fondle and caress her bare bottom – taking whatever enjoyment she could from Vivienne’s attentions.

“I think that yesterday, we thought that Jennifer should strap Kellie’s bottom first, but on reflection, it might be best if Kellie straps Jennifer’s bottom to begin with – that’ll get Jennifer warmed-up and in the mood ….. yes, that’s best.  Kellie, please give Jennifer a good strapping …. you know the drill, Jennifer is all yours to instruct as you see fit.”  Jennifer’s heart sank at Vivienne’s words – she had given Kellie a free hand to say and do what she pleased, and Jennifer knew that she’d have to obey.  She hadn’t forgotten yesterday’s warning about ‘obedience’.  Jennifer stiffened and awaited her little admirer’s commands – she knew they’d be a challenge.

“OK Mrs S.  Fetch the strap.  It’s hanging behind the pantry door.”  Jennifer walked across to the pantry and opened the door.  The strap was hanging inside.  She took it and gave it to Kellie – who had a broader than usual smile on her face.  Kellie slowly tapped the strap into the palm of her hand making sure Jennifer waited in anticipation.  “Bend over the table, my dear” she says sarcastically, and emulated her mother’s frequent ‘my dear’ form of address.  Jennifer got one final glare in at Kellie before she did what she was told.  “Bottom out more, my dear” as Kellie placed her hands on Jennifer’s bottom and moved it into Kellie’s preferred position,  Jennifer felt helpless – she knew all too well what Vivienne’s reaction would be if she had complained to Kellie about be manhandled so embarrassingly.  Jennifer simply suffered the indignity of Kellie’s fondling and moving her bottom around.  Then Kellie started rubbing her bottom saying: “Oooh that still looks a tad sore Mrs S.  Do you want me to be super lenient with you?”

Jennifer had now become rather irritated by her young friend – who she knew was playing with her.  And she recalled her thoughts earlier in the day about just how hard a young woman could strap a bottom.  So in as dignified a tone as possible Jennifer responded: “Please strap my bottom as you consider I deserve.  Thank you.”   Kellie realised that she has got under Jennifer’s skin and revelled in her power over Jennifer.  “Fine Mrs Sangster.  You deserve 24 strokes – in four sets of six of the best.  I think you are now being just a little bit cheeky – so I think that I really need to blister your bottom GIRL.”

Jennifer was now not so sure whether Kellie was playing with her, or whether she was irritated and annoyed – Kellie’s ‘blister your bottom, girl’ comment had made Jennifer cringe.  Perhaps she had gone too far – perhaps her little angel really was going to tan her bottom big time.  Jennifer sincerely hoped not.  She waited as she felt Kellie moving the strap back and forth across her bottom.  Then the strap was slowly moved down her thighs and up again – on the inside of her thigh and, to Jennifer’s horror, the tip of the strap caressed her pussy – my God, Jennifer had thought, how could she do this?  Jennifer was beside herself – not knowing whether she should get up, or remain in position as was expected of her.  Then she realised that even though this act of intimacy was a total impertinence by Kellie, it hadn’t felt too bad.  She waited to see how far Kellie would go.  But as soon as it had started, it finished.  And then ‘splat’ – the strap landed right across the centre of Jennifer’s bottom and ‘ouch’ it had hurt – but she remained silent, remembering Kellie’s little bet about who would cry out ‘ouch’ first.

Kellie did not hold back with the next 5 strokes – striking a little lower with each stroke – just like her mother had strapped Jennifer yesterday.  Jennifer had felt the sting and burn of each stroke and wondered how she would survive the 24 strokes her little hellcat intended to administer to her.  As the burning sensation encompassed Jennifer’s entire bottom, she involuntarily started squirming and wriggling her bottom.  The gentle way Jennifer had gyrated her hips had not gone unnoticed:  “Oh my” says Kellie “what a lovely sight – Mrs Sangster’s bottom in motion.  Keep it up, I love it.”

Jennifer had gripped the table tighter and had tried desperately to stop her wriggling – it was just what Kellie had asked her to do, and damned if she would give Kellie the satisfaction seeing of putting on a performance for her.  “OK” says Kellie – “that’s your first six – you can stand up and rub if you like.”  Jennifer scrambled to her feet and gave Kellie a grim stare while she rubbed her bottom with great enthusiasm.  Kellie had laughed and taunted her some more: “oooow – a little tender are we?  18 more to come Mrs S.  Hope you’ll keep your bottom still – but you do look rather sexy when you’re wriggling around.”

“Get on with it Kellie, we don’t have all day, and I am sure Jennifer is rather anxious to have you over the table for your strapping.  In fact, I’d try and be a little bit less cheeky dear – Jennifer might well have the last laugh!” chipped-in Vivienne.  Kellie looked at her mother with disdain – she had enjoyed teasing and taunting Jennifer.  She loved having Jennifer at her mercy, but her mother was right, after Kellie finished strapping Jennifer’s bottom, her own bottom would be over the table and Jennifer could well take her revenge.

“Back over” said Kellie “and we’ll make it a dozen for this set.  Might as well get it over with.”  Jennifer bent back over the table and presented her bottom and hoped that she would not incite any further remarks from Kellie.  Kellie then laid on 12 firm strokes and before long Jennifer wriggled around again and given a very appealing performance.

Then it was over – Jennifer had taken her next 12 strokes and had danced around more than she had wanted to – but she felt that she had not made a spectacle of herself as Kellie had wanted.  Kellie simply said: “OK ……… stand-up and rub – then we can get serious with the final six.”  Jennifer rubbed her bottom and avoided meeting Kellie’s gaze.  She had looked to Vivienne who smiled and merely said: “she takes after her father.  I’m glad it’s your bottom and not mine.”  Kellie had picked-up on her mother’s remark with: “Yes Mum, we might need to talk about that.  Jennifer and I get our bottoms nicely warmed by each other.  And you always add a few finishing strokes – but your bottom doesn’t seem to suffer at all.  That’s not fair”

“Don’t be cheeky Kellie” replied Vivienne.  “I’m here to supervise proceedings and ensure fair play – we’re teaching Jennifer about discipline – so you don’t need to concern yourself with my bottom, thank you very much.”  Kellie had then given her mother a disappointed look and turned to Jennifer who had still been trying to soothe her burning bottom.  “OK Mrs S.  Bend over – final six coming up.  Then you can make me suffer.”

Jennifer reluctantly bent over the table for yet another dose of the strap.  Her bottom was on fire and she really did not want another six strokes from Kellie.  Any thoughts that Kellie could not strap hard had long faded into history – Jennifer was satisfied beyond any doubt that the little angel had clearly demonstrated her ability to strap a bottom, and strap one hard.  Jennifer had become quite annoyed with herself for the show she had put on as she had wiggled her bottom so provocatively.  She knew that both Kellie and Vivienne had enjoyed her performance – but at least she had survived 18 strokes and had not yet said ‘ouch’.  But she knew Kellie would not have forgotten her challenge, and she would indeed try extra hard with the final six strokes to elicit an ‘ouch’ from Jennifer.

And true to expectations Kellie strapped hard.  Jennifer thought back to yesterday’s initial introduction to having her bottom strapped – it had been a breeze compared to today – and there were two more afternoons to come.  But surprisingly Jennifer had found that the extra sting and burning of Kellie’s most recent strapping endeavours had been well within her capacity to take a strapping.  But because the very last stroke had been delivered on her thighs, Jennifer cried out ‘aaaah’ and had leapt to her feet.  She had tightly clamped her hands on her upper thighs.  “That hurt Kellie, really hurt” and she glared at the mischievous young woman.  “Not fair Kellie” said Vivienne, “Jennifer will need to repay that one my dear …. very silly.”

Kellie did not seem to care – she pranced around wriggling her bottom at Jennifer and openly flirted with a sore, and not so happy, Jennifer who had not responded to Kellie’s overtly physical overtures.  “Your turn” she said to Jennifer putting her face close to Jennifer’s “how would you like my bottom?”

“Over the table” replied Jennifer as she slowly regained her composure.  But instead, Kellie sat on the table and queried Jennifer: “are you mad at me?” Kellie asked with her perpetual smile as she tried hard to ameliorate Jennifer’s annoyance with her.  “Yes Kellie, I’m mad at you and I think you know what that’ll mean, don’t you?”  Kellie had hopped off the table and brazenly gotten closer to Jennifer – and rubbed her body and bosoms up against a rather irritated Jennifer – knowing full well that Jennifer was somewhat sensitive and shy when Kellie had pursued close physical contact between the two of them – especially when they were both naked.  Jennifer moved away and tried hard to remain mad at Kellie – something she found difficult with such a lovable young rascal.  Jennifer then used her sternest tone: “you need your bottom strapped long and hard young lady, and that’s what I intend to do.  Now …. over the table.”

“Yes Mrs S.”  Kellie bent over the table and again sexily wiggled her bottom at the pleasantly irritated Jennifer.  Jennifer had picked-up the strap and placed it against Kellie’s waiting bottom.  She was intent on getting an ‘ouch’ out of the cheeky young woman and had taken Vivienne’s advice from yesterday, that she would need to concentrate on just where she wanted the first stroke to land.  With an almighty swing, Jennifer had brought the strap down hard on Kellie’s bottom and instantly got an ‘oooow’ from a surprised Kellie.  But the young woman had remained in position and awaited the next stroke.  Strapping Kellie’s bottom with a vengeance, and with far greater skill than the day before, Kellie’s bottom soon became a vivid red, and she constantly wriggled around in obvious discomfort.  After 12 strokes, Jennifer had decided to break the silence with: “feeling OK Kellie?”  A rather subdued “yes ma’am” was the only response.

Enthused by her apparent success in administering her first 12 strokes, Jennifer had continued to strap the delightful bottom before her.  She had really started to enjoy her task – despite her own bottom feeling extremely sore.  And the notion of grown women blistering each other’s bottoms had started to have a welcome resonance – it could be fun thought Jennifer.  She realised that she had suffered yesterday, and again today, a soundly strapped bottom from a young woman half her age, and now she had the pleasure of strapping the vivacious and cheeky young woman’s bottom – who she knew enjoyed getting her bottom strapped, as much as Jennifer enjoyed strapping it.

“OK Kellie – that’s 24 strokes well taken.”  Vivienne moved across to Jennifer and took the strap from her and complimented her with: “that was well administered Jennifer – much improved from yesterday.  You’re developing a fine technique – hasn’t she Kellie?”

Kellie looked a little worse for wear.  She grimaced at her mother and Jennifer, and responded: “well yes actually, she has.  My poor bottom.”

“Right my two lovelies – I think I need to make sure you’re both sore enough that you won’t be able to sit down for a few hours.  And since Jennifer forgot to give Kellie the low stroke across the back of her thighs, I will give it to Kellie for her.”

“No Mummy you don’t need to, if Jennifer didn’t give it to me, she doesn’t want me to get it.”

“Rubbish girl.  Now I think we’ll have you two in the spanker’s embrace.”

Jennifer reeled in horror at this new revelation – what was the spanker’s embrace?    Hadn’t Vivienne realised that they were both naked!?  She couldn’t mean that she and Kellie had to embrace one another!  Kellie was her daughter and Jennifer was old enough to be her mother.

But Vivienne couldn’t care less.  She had continued: “right ….. Kellie here, Jennifer facing Kellie.  Kellie your feet together.  Jennifer place your feet either side of Kellie’s …. get closer together …. come on now, embrace – arms around each other ……. closer for God’s sake, what’s wrong with you?”  Jennifer had always been a bit reticent about her nakedness, and her naked body coming into contact with another person – particularly if that person had also been naked.  She was now particularly worried since she had to embrace the cheeky and flirtatious Kellie.  Jennifer had previously decided to try and leave some notional distance between her and Kellie – but now she found herself being ordered to cuddle-up to Kellie – and Kellie was all too keen to cuddle-up close to Jennifer.  But Jennifer knew that she had to obey Vivienne, so she accepted the inevitable – she now found that she had literally become bosom buddies with her little admirer.

Vivienne then gave them their instructions: “Jennifer this is, no doubt, new to you, but you will hold Kellie in position while I strap her bottom.  Hold her tight and make sure she doesn’t move.  I am going to give her 3 strokes then I am going to give you 3 strokes – while she is holding you tight and in position.  If either of you lets the other person break-away from the embrace, that person instantly bends over and touches her toes for an additional 3 strokes.  Now hang on tight – both of you.”

Jennifer could not believe the situation she had now had found herself in.  And Kellie enjoyed their embrace far too much.  Kellie had wriggled around incessantly while she whispered things in Jennifer’s ear.  Jennifer had tried to ignore her when unexpectedly Kellie had let out an almighty cry – Vivienne had just struck Kellie’s thighs with the strap, and the little angel was in physical turmoil.  Jennifer had hung-on for grim death.  She tried hard to avoid the risk of having to take a 3 stroke penalty while touching her toes.  She didn’t care if Kellie jumped up and down and wriggled around, Jennifer had no intention of letting go of her.  Then Vivienne administered a second stroke across Kellie’s thighs – and Jennifer realised that Vivienne was teaching her daughter a lesson.  A third stroke had then been administered and, judging by Kellie body movements, it had been across her bottom.  Then Jennifer realised that the next three strokes would be across her bottom.  She waited – and ‘ouch’ – Vivienne had not held back.  And while Jennifer had gyrated and wriggled as the strap had struck her already sore bottom, Kellie had held on tight.

Vivienne then moved back and forth between the two women as they had clutched each other tightly, not to mention rather intimately, in an attempt to survive their shared ordeal.  Finally Vivienne stopped strapping their bottoms.  Vivienne casually felt and rubbed their bottoms, and then announced that they could cease their embrace.  Jennifer had been stunned by what happened.  Her mind had been in a frenzy – she had tried to keep a respectable distance between herself and Kellie – not having wanted to encourage continued flirtations from Kellie – but now, having had to spend five or ten minutes in a total close embrace with Kellie, while they both had their bottoms severely tanned by Vivienne, Jennifer had wondered what could possibly come next?

They left the kitchen and returned upstairs to Kellie’s bedroom to get dressed.   “Here, let me” said Kellie as she had approached Jennifer with a jar of cold cream.

“What’s that for?” asked Jennifer.  “You’ll see – lay on the bed silly, this’ll make you feel a whole lot better.”  Jennifer, now up for anything having totally lost her resistance to being up close and personal with Kellie, did what she was told.  She lay face down of the bed.  She felt a slight shock as the cold cream was applied to her bottom.  But Kellie was surprisingly gentle.  Jennifer let herself go and tried to relax as her young admirer sensuously rubbed cold cream over her burning bottom.  It was sweet relief.  Finally Kellie had stood-up and offered Jennifer the jar of cold cream: “you’re turn” and flopped herself down on the bed.  Jennifer then started to rub her young friend’s bottom with the cold cream – and enjoyed every minute of their rather intimate endeavours.

After both bottoms had been smothered and massaged with cold cream, they had got dressed in silence.   Loose fitting clothing was the order of the day.  They had gone down stairs and joined Vivienne in the lounge room for tea.  “Well, that was fun” said Vivienne, as Jennifer and Kellie looked to each other in disbelief.  While each may have had some fun, neither had thought that Vivienne should have been claiming fun on their behalf.  When Jennifer made her farewell, Vivienne reminded her that tomorrow afternoon was still on the agenda “See you at 2.00 pm tomorrow Jennifer.  Don’t be late.”

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