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From: lurkingcol_removethis@hotmail.com (LurkingCol)
Subject: {ASSM} Story: What a girl wants, what a girl needs (F/F spanking only, no sex)
Date: Sun,  2 Dec 2001 04:10:05 -0500
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What a girl wants, What a girl needs.... 
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(c) Copyright 2001 LurkingCol@RemoveThis.Hotmail.com
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Susie leaned back, taking a break from the scattered folders and 
the initial threads of the essay due tomorrow.  Reading the 
books was always enjoyable; it was the note taking and critical 
appraisals that never appealed.   

She flicked her long, dyed black hair back, absently wishing 
she'd been blessed with real hair, rather than the string 
she struggled constantly with.  It gave her a goth-like appearance,
accentuated by the Sonic Youth t-shirt and the multiple piercing
of her ears and tongue.

A flicker of movement caught her eye.  A woman was approaching 
her table.  

"Is this seat taken?", the woman gestured at the bench
opposite Susie.  She was in her early forties and carried her own 
pile of textbooks.

Oh great, a mature age student, thought Susie.  There were 
dozens of empty tables scattered across the courtyard.  Why 
did she have to pick my table?

She opened her mouth to tell the woman, that 'actually it is
taken so kindly move your ass somewhere else', when she met
the older woman's grey eyes.  

"Actually it... ah... sure ... I mean no, it isn't."

The woman, Mary as she would later learn, sat.  It would be sometime
before Susie could put a finger on what exactly had made her change 
her mind; something about those eyes.

====

They talked.  Chatted would be a more apt description.  They found
they shared a common love of literature.  Everything about Susie seemed 
to interest Mary, which Susie found unusual.  She normally talked to 
her friends about boys, music, clothes and boys, just like most 
other nineteen year old college students.  Hopes and dreams were too 
long term for the immediacy of youth.

====

Pages of notes were scattered over the table.  She was finding it 
difficult concentrating today.  Would Mary be here again today?  It 
was around the same time. She sighed, her mind wandering back to 
the assignment she was working on.  Time passed.

Mary's voice snapped Susie back to reality.  She found herself smiling, 
practically beaming at the arrival of her new friend.

Again they talked.  Mary had even brought the coffee and chocolate.
Susie thought Mary had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. They
listened, they calmed her.

They talked about the past, the present, the future.  Susie could see
the deep sympathy in Mary's eyes when she found out her mother had died
while she was at the tender age of four.  Usually people were embarrassed
to have asked, to have delved into what must be a painful memory.  Mary 
listened, asked quiet questions, cared.

====

Mary was not pleased with Susie today.  They were talking about her
boyfriend Trent.  Trent was in a grunge band, which was about the 
coolest thing a guy could do, or so Susie thought.  He was hot, played
the guitar and was hung like a proverbial horse.  Sure he had his 
faults, well truth be told quite a few faults, but Susie still 
thought Mary was overreacting.

Does he talk nicely about you to his friends?  Stand up for you?
Give you affection when you need it?  Susie wondered what planet 
guys like that came from.  Dorkville probably, she thought with 
an amused grin at her own joke.

Mary also thought Susie was too slim.  If only she knew, thought
Susie, remembering back to a bleaker time when eating had been
even more problematic.  Things didn't improve when Susie candidly
talked about her lack of enthusiasm thus far studying for her 
mid-terms.

For once, Susie was almost glad when they said their goodbyes for
another week.  She raced off to meet her friends. They thought she
was a little weird meeting some old woman for coffee every week, even
though Susie tried to pass it off as a study session.

====

A month later and Trent was "seriously dumped and ancient history".  
Susie tried to tell herself that Mary had not had anything to do with 
it.  She'd just grown tired of him and his deadbeat friends.  Really.  And 
it had been good for her, she'd even put on ten pounds  Susie twirled 
in the mirror in her new bikini, enjoying the newly found hips and 
boobs.  She could hardly wait to hit the beach this summer.  And wouldn't 
Mary be so happy.  For some reason she really wanted Mary to be 
pleased with her.   

She appraised herself again in the mirror.  Perhaps she might
even buy a dress, she considered before laughing off the thought
as ridiculous.

====

Mary looked at her watch again. Susie was very late today.  She was 
normally a punctual girl.  Mary was a little concerned.  Susie had 
an exam this morning; she should be here.  Mary was gathering up 
her books to leave when Susie finally arrived.  

"Look what the cat dragged in," Mary admonished, then her voice changed
to concern when she caught a glimpse of how Susie looked.  "What's wrong?
Are you alright?"

Susie sat down gingerly, trying not to faint or upset her stomach further.
It had been a long night.  Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her
mouth dry from the lingering effects of too many vodka mixers and
other partying substances.

"Yeah, I'm fine."  Susie avoided Mary's eyes.

"What happened?  You look terrible," Mary asked in a concerned but
slightly suspicious voice.

"I, um, I went out last night," Susie replied in a guilty tone.  

Mary's eyes widened.  A dark shadow crossed over her eyes.

"You missed your exam, didn't you?", she asked quietly, her disappointment
obvious.

Susie's eyes flashed.  Her head was ringing.  She didn't need this now.

"Yes," she replied curtly.

Mary shook her head slowly.  She pursed her lips and glanced off into
the distance.  She thought she'd really been getting through to the
younger woman.  She looked up, meeting Susie's eyes.

"I'm really disappointed in you Susie."

Susie started to hang her head submissively.  Her head pounded again.  
A voice in the back of her mind played devil's advocate.  Why was
she putting up with this?  She was independent.  She could do whatever
she wanted.  

Her green eyes flashed.  She rose, slamming her books down
on the table angrily.  "What do you care?  You're not my mother.
Mind your own fucking business!"

Susie picked up her books and stormed away.  Tears flowed freely
from her face.  Her head hurt more than ever.

====

Susie spent the afternoon sipping dejectedly at her coffee, searching 
her soul.  Mary had been conspicuous by her absence today.  She hadn't
meant to insult her.  Oh why did she have such a big mouth?  Reaching a 
decision, she gathered up her books and headed for her car.

Susie knocked timidly on the wooden door.  She was embarrassed
and ashamed of how she'd acted.  She only hoped that Mary would
forgive her.  

There was a moment of awkward silence.  Eventually Susie asked if
she could come in.  Mary wordlessly guided Susie into the kitchen.  
She let Susie stew a little longer, fixing the kettle and pouring
them two mugs of steaming hot coffee.

Mary was pleasantly surprised to see Susie.  She'd wondered if the 
young woman would be mature enough to apologise or whether their 
friendship would become strained.  However she was still quite
mad with her, mainly because of the missed exam rather than the
thoughtless words spoken in hung over anger.

Cupping her hot mug, Susie sought out Mary's eyes.

"Mary, I'm really really sorry.  I had no right to talk to
you like that," Susie apologised.

Mary smiled softly.  "It's okay Susie.  You were tired and angry.
I forgive you for talking to me like that."

Susie breathed an audible sigh of relief.  "Thank you Mary."  She 
was almost too understanding at times.

"But I'm not happy about you missing that exam.  Your future is
too important to waste senselessly on a night drinking and
God knows what else,"  Mary frowned.  She wanted to jolt some sense 
into Susie.  "You're too old to be acting so irresponsibly.  What do 
you think your mother would think if she were still here?"

Susie cringed and studied the table. The nineteen year old had 
rarely been spoken to in this tone.  Her affluent father had bounced
aimlessly from one trophy girlfriend to another after the death of her
mother.  He'd barely taken the time to notice his girl slowly
growing into womanhood.

Mary wasn't about to let Susie off easily. She continued to lecture
Susie for several minutes that seemed like hours to poor Susie.  By
the time Mary was finished Susie could feel hot tears flowing from 
her eyes.  Susie played with her thumbs, her ears burning.  Somewhere
deep inside, she knew that everything Mary was saying was true.

"I'm sorry Mary.  I'll study harder.  I promise," Susie said
with wet eyes.  

Mary sighed as she looked at the younger woman.  She knew Susie
was sorry, but doubted that her attitude would change.  She looked
sadly at the tearful young woman.  It was necessary, overdue even.

Mary turned walked to the kitchen drawers.  She fished around for a few
minutes while Susie watched curiously.  She withdrew a large wooden
spoon, the oval shape as large as her palm.  Turning, she looked
at Susie's wide eyes, tapping it against her thigh.

"I'm sorry this is necessary sweetie.  I'm just so disappointed
in you," Mary said.

Susie may never have been spanked in her young life, but she
was bright enough to realize that Mary wasn't about bake a cake
with that spoon.

"You... you can't be serious.  Surely?"

Mary didn't reply.  She sat down on the chair next to Susie, her
eyes never leaving Susie's.  She rested the large spoon on the table.
A simple wooden spoon would never look the same to Susie's eyes again.

"Come here please Susie.  Either come here, or look me in
the eyes and tell me you don't deserve this."

Susie looked fearfully at the spoon.  She knew she could
get up and walk out of here.  Or simply say that she did not
deserve it.  The latter seemed harder.

Susie rose.  She needed redemption.  There could be no running
from it.  Mary was already so disappointed in her.  She could not
make it worse.

====

Mary slowly lifted the hem of Susie's skirt, exposing her 
high cut white bikini's.  Mary briefly ran her hand over
the pantied bottom.  No, this wouldn't do.  It must be done 
properly.  Susie let out a low groan as she felt cool
air rush over her privates.  Susie opened her mouth to protest 
at this further embarrassment, but was cut short by a stinging 
slap on her upturned bottom.  She gasped in surprise.

Mary spanked slowly, deliberately.  Her hand slowly turned
the naughty woman's bottom pink.  Crisp, stinging slaps of her
hand echoed against the walls.  She spanked moderately at first,
giving the younger woman some time to adjust to her first real
spanking.  Then the spanks got harder.

Susie gasped, letting out a low groan with each spank on her
bared bottom.  It had not been too bad at first, but the burning
sensation was beginning to mount.  Her bottom was getting hotter 
and Mary did not seem to be stopping.  At first she had felt humiliated 
being half naked over Mary's lap, but her embarrassment was quickly
forgotten as a more urgent issue emerged.  Her bottom was really 
starting to hurt.

Mary stopped momentarily.  She could hear Susie's laboured breathing.
She moved her hand over the warm womanly curves.  Yes, it 
seemed sufficiently warm now.  She reached for the heavy spoon.

Susie could feel tears forming in her eyes when Mary abruptly stopped
the spanking.  She felt sorry for what she'd done, yet still somewhat
empty inside.  She started to push herself upwards, eager to get away
from this position.  Gently Mary pushed her back down again.

"Sweetie, I know this is tough, but we're just getting started here.
Now hold still, this is going to burn a little."

Susie jumped with shock at the first swat from the spoon.  She yelped
and squirmed on Mary's lap.  Mary merely tightened her grip and rained
down a rapid fire volley of hard spanks on Susie's bottom.  Susie
cried out and flung her hand back in desperation, urgently trying to
escape the sting of the spoon.  With the seemingly practised ease of
a mother spanking her errant child, Mary trapped the interfering
hand and resumed the spanking, barely missing a beat.

The spoon danced upon Susie's bottom.  Inch by inch it
turned redder under the older woman's ministrations.  Susie pleaded
at first, protesting that it hurt too much.  Then, under the
relentless application of the spoon, the pleads turned to regrets,
sorrow, as hot tears flowed down Susie's face.  

"Susie?  Are you sorry yet sweetie?  Are you going to miss
another exam at school?", Mary asked tenderly, the hard spoon 
resting against Susie's uniform red bottom.

It took several seconds for Susie to regain her composure.  She
nodded, then replied, her voice heavy with sobs, "It won't happen
again Mary.  I'm so sorry." She hung her head and burst into a 
fresh set of tears.

"I know sweetie.  I know," Mary replied.  Then she raised the spoon
again and began a fresh application of the wooden implement.  She
spanked lighter but faster, breaking down every shred of resistance
in the naughty girl over her knees.  She continued until a uniform 
shade of bright red covered Susie's upper thighs and every inch of 
her bare bottom.  Susie would not sit easily in her classes tomorrow.

The spoon stopped.  Susie was only dimly aware that the spanking was
over.  She bawled like a baby over Mary's lap, her salty tears dripping
off her chin onto the kitchen floor.

====

Mary held Susie's head to her breast, hugging her gently.  The
younger woman was still sobbing, tears flowing freely down her face.
For long minutes she held her, stroking her hair and whispering
reassuring words of forgiveness.

Finally she spoke.

"Hey, there's a sale on at Portmans.  There's this little black
dress I think you'd look stunning in.  Want to go shopping?", Mary
asked. 

Susie sniffled.  She wiped her eyes and looked up at Mary.  She smiled
gently.  "I'd.. I'd like that," her eyes showing no resentment.  She
felt contrite, but strangely fulfilled, loved.

"Well let's get there before they close.  You'd better clean up that
face first though.  The bathroom is down the hall."  Mary gave Susie
a final hug, lifted her off her lap and gave her a gentle pat on her
hot bottom.  The thoroughly chastised girl winced as she pulled her
panties over her swollen bottom, then practically skipped down the
hall.

Mary watched Susie scamper off to the bathroom.  She knew she'd done 
the right thing.  To simply sweep in and turn Susie's life on its 
head would have only led to resentment.  When the time was right, 
Susie would accept that her abusive father had lied - her mother 
had not died when she was four.  The circle of mutual love was already 
reforming.

(c) Copyright 2001 LurkingCol@RemoveThis.Hotmail.com
May be freely distributed provided no fees are charged
for access to this story and the copyright message is
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