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Taken for a Ride
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com

(FF, bdsm)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or 
offended by sexually explicit stories and 
situations.  

(c) 2006 Couture

Laura didn't like school.  It was tough enough with 
all the studying and the homework, but, what made it 
almost unbearable was her mother.  Laura loved her 
mother dearly, but her choice in men left a lot to 
be desired.  It was her mother's fault that she 
didn't have a father.  And it was her mother's fault 
that they were poor.  That Laura didn't have nice 
clothes like the other girls.  That she wasn't able 
to go to after-school activities.  But most of all, 
it was her mother's fault that she had no ride home 
from school.  That she was reduced to begging almost 
every day.

Laura felt like crying as she looked out at the 
school parking lot.  It was empty save for one car.  
Well, there were always the few teachers that were 
left, but they would ask questions.  Like, "Where's 
your parents?  Why didn't you ride the bus?"

And there were answers she didn't want to give.  Her 
mother was at work and they had moved into a new 
apartment, which was out of the school district.  
When they moved, Laura chose to keep going to the 
same school even though it was across town.  Her 
best friend Betsy didn't mind taking her.  It was 
only a mile or two out of her way.  The only problem 
was, Betsy's father got laid off, and Betsy and her 
whole family moved two weeks into the school year.

Just then, Laura saw someone exit the gym.  She 
cursed inwardly when she realized who it was.  It 
was Kim Morris, stuck up bitch extraordinaire.  
Well, there was no help for it.  She took a deep 
breath to calm her nervous butterflies, and set off 
at a pace to bring her to Kim's car, just as the 
girl opened her door.

"Hi Kim."

"Oh Hi Laura."

"Listen," said Laura.  "My ride fell through today, 
and I was wondering. . ."  

"Sure," Kim said.  "Get in."

Laura couldn't believe her luck.  Kim drove a Ford 
Explorer, and it was almost brand new.  People like 
that never let anyone ride with them.  Their rich 
parents were too worried about getting sued to allow 
their kids to tote anyone else around.

"Thanks," Laura managed to say, before getting in 
the vehicle.

"So," Kim asked.  "Where do you live?"

Laura could feel her insides clench as she told. 
Another reason girls like Kim didn't give Laura 
rides, was that she lived on the poor side of town.  
Well out of the way from where Kim would be going.

"That's a little out of my way," Kim said.  "You 
mind if we swing by my house first?"

"Sure," Laura said.  Her mom wasn't due home for 
hours.  Besides, it would be nice to see how the 
other half lived.  

When Kim pulled into the drive of a very large brick 
home, Laura couldn't help but feel jealous.  The 
garage even had an automatic door.

"Come on in," said Kim.  "What time do you have to 
be home?"

"Not for a couple of hours," said Laura.  

Laura did her best to contain her sheer amazement at 
the lavish house, but she couldn't help but let it 
show.  The kitchen floor had real stone tile 
flooring and the appliances were stainless steel.  
There was even a fresh flower arrangement.  "This is 
really nice," she said, running her hand over the 
smooth stainless steel surface of the refrigerator.

Kim winced.  "You're not supposed to touch that," 
she said.  "It leaves fingerprints."

"Sorry."  Laura blushed.  She realized her social 
status was showing like a red flag.

"There's stainless cleaner under the sink," Kim 
said.  "You mind cleaning your prints off?"

"No," Kim replied.  Actually, she did mind.  She 
thought it was very poor form to ask a guest to 
clean, but she still needed a ride home.  Besides, 
they were her fingerprints.  It wasn't easy finding 
the supplies in a strange house, but eventually she 
found the cleaner and the paper towels and cleaned 
the surface of the refrigerator.

"Finished?" Kim called from the living room.

"Yes," Laura yelled back.

"Will you bring me a Diet Coke?" Kim said.   "Cups 
are in the cabinet beside the 'fridge and the coke 
is inside.  Watch the fingerprints.  Do you know how 
to work the icemaker?"

 "Yes," Laura replied.  'Do I look stupid?' she 
thought to herself.  The lever on the front said 
press for ice.  Although she did feel a little 
stupid when ice and water filled the cup.  She 
dumped it out and tried again, this time moving the 
lever from ice and water to ice only.

"Thanks," Kim said, taking the cup from Laura 
without turning from the TV.  "You like the Bold and 
Beautiful?"

"Yes, but I don't really get time to watch it."

"Oh that's right," Kim said.  "You don't have a car 
do you?  You probably don't even have Tivo.  Anyway, 
have a seat."  Kim pointed to the small footstool at 
her feet.  "There's something I want to talk to you 
about."

"Okay."  Laura sat down on the footstool.  It felt a 
little weird sitting there on the uncomfortable 
stool when there was so much nice furniture around.

"Look, I know you don't have a car or anything.  
I've seen you out bumming rides from people 
everyday.  So what I'm thinking is that maybe I can 
give you a ride . . .and you, you are going to have 
to pay me."

"I can pay you like two dollars every day," Laura 
said.  She could brown bag her lunch and give her 
lunch money to Kim.  Anything would be better than 
the current situation.

"Do I look like I need your lunch money?" Kim asked.  

"No," Laura replied, blushing.  Wondering how Kim 
knew it was her lunch money.

"Here's the deal," Kim said.  "But first, I want you 
to promise that anything that goes on here . . . 
stays between *us*.  Sort of like Vegas."

"I promise."  Besides, since her best friend moved 
away, there was no one to tell.

 "Good, cause if I hear about you telling, I will 
ruin you.  You have not idea how bad I'll ruin you.  
Besides, no one would believe you anyway."  Kim took 
a sip of soda before continuing.  "When I was at 
cheerleading camp this summer, one of the girls had 
a birthday.  Well, it was someone else's idea, but 
she ended up bare-bottom over each of our laps for 
three licks.  

I'll be honest.  I enjoyed it.  The only thing was, 
three licks wasn't nearly enough.  That's where you 
come in."

"Ah . . .Kim. . ." Laura tried to interrupt.  

"Let me finish," Kim said.  "I've got a car, which I 
can use to take you to and from school.  I've got a 
pool you can use when we come back to my house.  
I've also got a Playstation and tons of other cools 
stuff.  Really, I think I can make things much nicer 
for you, but it will cost you a spanking."

"I-I-I can't," Laura stuttered.  God, it did sound 
nice though, rides for the rest of the year, to and 
from, a pool, and a friend.  But a spanking?  That 
would be like taking money for sex or something.  

"Sure you can," Kim said.  "What's the big deal?  A 
few spanks.  Look, I'll tell you what.  Let me spank 
you five times right now.  Just to let you see what 
it'll be like.  I won't say anything.  You won't say 
anything.  It will be like it never happened.  Then 
tomorrow, if we have a deal, all you have to say is, 
can I have a ride?  And look, if it'll make you feel 
better, we won't even call it a spanking.  We'll 
call it, a *ride*.  Hmmmm?"

"Look Kim, I really can't," Laura protested weakly.  

"Why not.  Tabitha did it for nothing on her 
birthday.  You, you're coming out way ahead.  Come 
one.  Just five measly licks.  Just a little teeny 
tiny sp- I mean ride, and then I'll take you home."

Laura was silent, but internally there was a 
whirlwind of thoughts.  Could she?  Should she?  
Should she?  In the end, she decided.  "Will you . . 
. will you promise you won't tell."

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Kim said.  She 
summoned all her willpower to keep the smile from 
her lips.  Laura was going to do it!  

"Okay," Laura said, blushing.

"Great," Kim said.  "We'll do it right over the 
stool.  If you don't mind that is?"

"Okay."  Laura's voice grew meeker by the minute.

"Just get on your knees.  That's a girl.  Now lean 
over the stool.  Forehead to the floor.  Bottom up 
nice and high.  Oh, that's perfect.  Just perfect." 

Well, it wasn't perfect, but it was almost perfect.  
Kim moved behind Laura and raised the skirt to her 
hips.  When she caught the waistband of her panties, 
Laura finally objected.  

"What are you doing," she said, reaching back, and 
keeping hold of her thin cotton panties.

"You're not going to be able to have them for this 
ride," Kim said.  "But you can pull them back up 
just as soon as we're done."

With an inward groan, Laura reluctantly released her 
panties.  Kim slid them down to the girl's knees, 
then stood up and walked around her classmate.  

Examining her.

She really couldn't believe her luck.  She had 
thoughts and fantasies of this exact moment ever 
since she had spanked Tabitha during cheerleading 
camp, but she never got the opportunity to make them 
a reality.  Then today when she saw her chance with 
Laura, she seized it, grabbed it and never let go.  

"Are you going to be okay," Kim asked, not really 
caring about the answer, only asking to delay the 
moment a little bit longer.

"Yes," Laura answered.  She wished Kim would just do 
it and get it over with.  She felt so vulnerable 
there with her bottom exposed.

"How old were you when you had your last spanking?"

"Twelve - I think," Laura replied.  A shiver went 
down her spine and small chill bumps covered her 
lean bottom.

"If we do this again, I want you to count them out," 
Kim said.  "But for now, just relax and let me do 
the work."

Kim knelt behind the Laura's upturned bottom.  This 
was going to be ten times better than cheerleading 
camp, she realized.  Where Tabitha had been athletic 
and toned, Laura was small and skinny.  She was 
going to feel every lick.  And Laura's pale pert 
bottom looked so cute as she tightly clenched her 
cheeks to avoid exposing her nether regions.  It was 
almost a shame. . .almost.  Kim drew back her hand, 
high over her head and let down with a mighty 
wallop.

 Smack!  "One!"  Kim said as she leveled a heavy 
handed slap to Laura's bottom.

"Ow!" Laura cried in pain.  Shit!  It wasn't 
supposed to hurt.  What the fuck?  She didn't get a 
chance to complete her thought.

Smack!  "Two!"  Kim smiled broadly.  Two angry red 
handprints decorated Laura's previously pristine 
ivory bottom.  "Are you okay?  You act like this is 
the end of the world or something?"

"Oww, it hurts!  Whew, Jesus!" whined Laura, rubbing 
her two burning cheeks.  Her modesty forgotten, she 
didn't realize the show she was putting on for her 
classmate.

"Don't be such a baby," Kim said.  "Only three more.  
Go on.  Move your hands."

Timidly Laura let go of her blazing bottom and 
clutched the bottom of the stool.

Smack!  "Three!"  Smack!  "Four"  SMACK!  "Five"

With every lick Laura's ass rode further and further 
up the stool.  Her long limber legs were splayed in 
every direction.  Her spine arched.  After the last 
lick had fallen, she fell back to the stool, hand 
darting to stinging flesh.

"Shit," Laura whined.  "That hurt!"

"Hands off!" Kim demanded, grabbing Laura by the 
wrists.  A struggle off wills ensued, which Laura 
quickly lost, finding herself clutching the back of 
the stool, her body on display for her classmate.

Kim stood and circled her prey.  Handprints littered 
Laura's bottom, turning it into a work of art.  
Kim's art, signed by her hand.  Her palm was hot and 
there was a kind of numb vibration coursing through 
it.  Her palm wasn't the only thing hot.  Taking 
care to stand out of sight of her classmate, she 
caressed her sex through her clothes.  

God, how she needed to cum, but she didn't dare let 
Laura find out.  

She circled until Laura's head was at her feet.  
"This is our little secret, yes?"

Laura blinked back her tears.  "Yes," she whimpered.  
Oh God, yes.

"I'm going to pull up your panties now."  Kim knelt 
behind Laura, and began to slowly slide up the 
girl's panties.  "But I'm going to try not to touch 
where I spanked you, okay?"  

"okay. . ."  It sounded like a good idea to Laura.  
The last thing she wanted was for her bottom to hurt 
anymore.  What she wasn't expecting, is what 
happened next.  

Instead of pulling them into place, Kim parked the 
gusset between the red welted bottom cheeks, giving 
her a wedgie.  The thin white material rose up 
between the lips of Laura's sex by accident.  She 
heard a quick intake of breath, but Laura didn't 
jerk away.  "Are you okay?" Kim asked.

"yes. . ."  Laura was dazed, but she felt something 
stir within her.  Was this turning her on?  No, 
surely not!

"Good.  It wasn't so bad, was it?"

"no. . ." Laura lied.  Her ass was still burning.  
Throbbing in time to the beat of her heart.  And 
worse, she had acted like a big baby in front of 
someone she desperately wanted to impress.  She 
prayed she hadn't embarrassed herself too badly.

"You mind waiting here and watching TV for a few 
minutes?  I have something I need to take care of," 
Kim asked.

"okay. . ."  Laura had no problem waiting.  God, how 
she wanted Kim to leave.  It was all she could do to 
hold back the tears.

Kim hurried to the hall bathroom.  She gave a 
parting glance, and saw that Laura was still propped 
up on the stool.  Her red bottom cheeks still parted 
by her panties.  Her skinny body gave a final spasm 
and then a shudder, and then the sobs started.

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Kim's hands 
were in a flurry as she pulled her jeans down to her 
ankles and slumped down the floor.  Her hand darted 
beneath her panties.  Deft fingers circled her clit.  
She pressed an ear to the door.  She could barely 
hear Laura's soft sobs, but it was enough.  To her 
the sobs were sweeter and sexier than any moan.  She 
could picture those two perfect ivory cheeks 
littered by her red handprints in her mind.  

Oh God.  Fuck.  Ugh.  Ugh.  Her orgasm rushed up 
through her body and consumed her.  Her hips pumped 
of their own volition.  She grabbed a towel that was 
hanging from the door and bit down on it to suppress 
her moans.  Shit-fuck, she could barely move.  It 
was a climax like no other, except maybe her first.  
God, she felt weak.  Like she had been run over by a 
truck.  It was a feeling she was going to feel 
again, one way or another.  

Kim washed her hands and face to freshen up and she 
went back to the livingroom where Laura was waiting 
for her, sitting primly on the stool as if nothing 
had happened.  

"Have you played the Sims yet?" Kim asked.

Laura shook her head.  She had a hard time meeting 
her classmate's gaze.  She felt used.  She done this 
for a - a ride.  If only she had parents like Kim.  
She almost started to cry again.

"Oh, you are going to love it," Kim said.  "Let's 
play.  You can just watch me at first, okay?"

"Okay," Laura said.  She was feeling a little 
better.  She had been worried that Kim would make 
her feel uncomfortable about the thing the - the 
ride.  The ride that was causing her bottom to smart 
and throb.  But, Kim acted as if nothing had ever 
happened and Laura was happy to play along.  She 
relaxed a little more and settle back to watch Kim 
play the game she had on TV.  The game seemed fun 
and Kim was very friendly.  It felt nice having a 
friend.  

 *************

The next day Laura promised herself she would get 
another ride from someone else.  She would start 
first thing when she got to school and ask around.  
But, first period turned into second period.  By 
lunch she had settled into a jittery mess.  She put 
it off until after school and imagined herself 
finding a ride with someone else.  But, inside she 
knew the truth.  

When class ended, she made her way outside and 
waited.  Maybe Kim had already left.  It was in the 
hands of fate.  

Kim walked out of the door chatting with two of her 
friends.  Laura cringed inside, waiting for the girl 
to say something embarrassing.

"Hey Laura, you want to ride?" Kim asked.

"Yes," she said meekly, her pretty eyes flashing 
shyly beneath her bangs.

"Bye guys," Kim waved to her friends and walked off 
with Laura to her car.  Laura couldn't help but 
shiver with pride the way Kim's two friends looked 
at her in disbelief.  God, they were so jealous, she 
could see it in there eyes.  Laura was glad she had 
made a new friend.  As she got into Kim's nice new 
car, she couldn't help but think that her life was 
going to get so much better now.

"Take off your panties," said Kim.  "I want you 
prepared for when I ride you later."

"What."

"You heard me.  You know our deal.  A ride for a 
ride.  I'm not going to do it now, but I want you to 
always be ready. . .just in case."

"But-but," Laura stammered.  Her hands slipped under 
her skirt.  'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she 
thought to herself, but she wasn't going leave the 
comfort of the car to go begging for another ride.  
Better the devil she know.  Laura shyly slid her 
panties down to her feet.  

Kim smiled at her new little friend, and drove 
toward home.  On the way, she had a wickedly naughty 
idea and let her windows down.  It had the desired 
effect.  Laura's skirt was being blown by the wind.  
The poor girl hung tightly to the hem to keep from 
being exposed.

"Put your hands to your sides Laura."

"But-but."  Laura started to, but then stopped.  
"Why?"

"That's ten licks for questioning me.  Don't ever 
question me." Kim said.  "Now hands to your sides. 
Actually, I have a better idea.  Reach behind your 
back and hold unto the opposite elbow."

Laura reluctantly complied.  

"Good.  Now we are going to play a little game on 
the way home.  We are going to look for red cars.  
I'm going to say 'ten spanks' and then twenty spanks 
and so on for every red car I see.  But, if you see 
it first, you will take ten away from the total.  .  
Do you understand?"

"Yes," Laura replied, her gaze still questioning.

"And you better look for them real hard because 
whatever we stop at is the number of spanks you get 
when we get home."

"Twenty spanks, thirty spanks, forty spanks. . ." 
Kim began.

Laura found out the hard way they were starting now.  
She was already so far behind, she began to panic.  
"Sixty spanks, fifty spanks . . ."

"Look behind you . . . over there to the right.  
Forty spanks, fifty spanks, sixty spanks."

Laura twisted in her seat, luckily she found two 
more red cars.  "Fifty spanks, forty spanks."  

Her dark muff was visible now between her pale ivory 
thighs.  The wind not only played havoc with the hem 
of the skirt, but her dark brown curly locks danced 
as well.

"Your pussy is showing," Kim said.  Her own pussy 
was turning to cream in her panties.

Laura let go over her elbows and moved as if to 
cover her nakedness.

"Don't you dare," Kim warned.  

Laura's eyes widened like a deer caught in the 
headlights a full blush infused her cheeks.  Kim 
didn't give her time to think.

"Fifty spanks," she said as she spotted another red 
car.  Kim quickly pulled ahead in her invented game.  
Her friend was so embarrassed, she couldn't 
concentrate on finding cars while making sure to 
keep her legs tightly crossed and minimizing any 
movement that might raise her short skirt.  

"One - hun - dred - spanks. . ." Kim said gloating.  
She squeezed her thighs tightly together.  God, she 
was so close to an orgasm from the mere thought of 
wearing her friend's ass out.

Poor Laura's heart dropped at Kim's pronouncement.  
One hundred spanks.  How could she ever bear it?  
Dear Lord, she wouldn't be able to sit down the next 
day . . .maybe not even walk.  She had to somehow 
get back in the game.  And she had to do it quickly.  
They were only minutes away from Kim's home.

She spotted a red car.  "Ninety spanks."  And then 
another "Eighty spanks."

Soon they were on the main drag in town.  There were 
cars to be found in parking lots on both sides of 
the road.   Both girls quickly began adding to and 
taking away from the total.  Laura quickly forgot 
about her modesty and uncrossed her legs as she 
sought to find the red cars.  She tucked a leg 
beneath her so she could quickly twist and turn in 
the passenger seat.  

Kim eyed her classmate's spread crotch while she was 
unaware of being observed.  Her pussy was exposed 
now, the whole bush.  She could even make out the 
pink petals of her lips.  And what a show the girl 
was putting on too.  She was oblivious to Kim's 
lecherous gaze to busy looking for cars.  Kim looked 
up and saw that an SUV had pulled alongside her car.  
And older middle aged man had spotted Laura's 
nakedness, his eyes widened in shock, but he made no 
move to stop looking.

"Thirty spanks . . . twenty spanks. . ."  The red 
cars took all of Laura's attention.  Not only was 
she finding them, she was winning.  She wondered 
what would happen if she made it to zero.  
Afterwards, could she find more cars and perhaps . . 
. dare she hope?  Could she spank Kim?

"Looks like someone has a fan," Kim said, but Laura 
was paid her no mind.  She was too busy looking for 
red cars.  "I *said* it looks like someone has a 
fan."

"What?" Laura said.  Then she spied the man staring 
at her.  "Oh!"  Laura cried, when she traced his 
lecherous stare back to her very bare crotch.  

"Don't you dare let go," warned Kim.

Poor Laura had no idea what to do.  She yearned to 
disobey Kim, to let go of her elbows and pull down 
her skirt, yet the sound of Kim's voice was so 
authoritative, it touched something deep inside, 
something that commanded that she obey.  She did the 
only thing she could; she crossed her long legs 
modestly and turned away from the window.

Kim took advantage of Laura's embarrassment and 
quickly began counting out red cars.  Laura was 
trapped, there was no way for her to keep up, 
without turning around, and turning around meant 
possibly exposing herself if someone pulled up.  

"Fifty spanks - sixty spanks - seventy spanks," Kim 
said.  She reached over and placed her hand on her 
classmate's thigh.  "Wow, your ass is going to be so 
red when I'm done with you.  Can you even imagine 
what it will feel like?"

The dark-haired girl shifted uneasily in her seat.  
The hand on her thigh felt hot, and it was also 
invading her personal space.  She couldn't help but 
think about how close it was to her bare sex.  Part 
of her wanted to pull away, in order to escape the 
dangerous feelings she was having.  Yet, she knew 
that if she did, Kim might started adding up more 
spanks.

"It's going to hurt," Laura said, her voice 
trembling as she spoke. 

"Oh yeah, it's really going to smart," Kim said, and 
then paused.   "Hey Laura, did you see the look on 
that guy's face when he saw your pussy?"

"Yes."  The look of his face would forever be etched 
in Laura's memory.  He had seen her privates.  He 
must probably think that she was some sort of hussy 
for riding around in a car with her bare sex 
exposed.  What would happen if she ran into him 
somewhere?  Laura's cheeks burned at the thought, 
but deep inside, she felt a shiver of pleasure run 
through her sex.  

"I'll tell you what," Kim reached over and put her 
hand on Laura's knee.  "If you uncross your legs, we 
can stop playing the game."

The hand on Laura's knee felt hot.  The way it 
touched her was so ... possessive.  She found herself 
responding to the touch.  Laura glanced around.  
There were no lecherous men gazing at her.  Only her 
new friend Kim.  Her legs parted, and then spread, 
obediently displaying her privates to Kim.   

"Ewwww...I see what he was so excited about," Kim 
said.  "Or should I say what you are excited about."

Laura followed her friends gaze down, down to her 
nest of curly dark hair, oh God, down to moist pink 
lips and an erect clit.  Her legs involuntarily 
pulled together.

"Did I say you could close them?"

Laura shook her head.  The hand on her knee pulled 
her legs back open.  She knew she should not allow 
herself to be manipulated in this manner, yet she 
found herself willingly submitting to her classmate.

"Besides, I don't mind," said Kim.  "I think it's 
cool."

The cool wind blowing from the open windows made 
Laura even more aware of her near nakedness.  Her 
nipples had hardened into tiny daggers sticking from 
her shirt and nectar flowed from her aroused sex.  
Kim's hand stayed on her thigh.  The contact was 
casual, and yet Laura kept thinking, wondering if it 
were somehow moving closer to her sex.  It seemed 
like forever before they finally reached Kim's 
house.

********

"Let's go skinny dipping today," Kim said, as she 
led Laura to the back patio, twirling Laura's 
panties around her finger the whole time.

"What if your mom comes home?" Laura asked.

"She won't.  She never does."

"I don't know. . ." Laura hesitated.

"Oh come on, don't be such a chicken shit," Kim 
said.  "Besides, I do it with my other friends all 
the time."

"Okay I guess."  Laura wasn't very happy about the 
thought of parading around outside with nothing on, 
but she knew that popular girls like Kim did things 
like this, and when in Rome. . .

"Go ahead, strip off and get in the pool" Kim said.  
"I'm going back inside and get some sunscreen."

Kim pretended to be nonchalant about having her 
naked classmate disrobing in her yard.  She even 
closed the door behind her without looking back.  
However, she quickly went to the window and peaked 
out.  Watching as her friend took off all her 
clothes, casting wary eyes around the yard and 
toward the house.  Watched as she slid trembling 
into the cold water of the pool.

Laura waded in the pool, looking expectantly at the 
back of the house waiting for Kim's return.  The 
back door opened and Kim stepped out.  To Laura's 
dismay the pretty blonde was dressed in a bright 
yellow two piece bikini.  

She had been tricked!  Laura contemplated running 
and putting on her clothes.  But, to do so, she 
would have to leave the partial safety of the water.

"I thought you said we were skinny dipping?"

"You are," Kim laughed.  "You're skinny and now 
you're dipping."

Laura watched in horror as Kim picked up her 
clothes.  "What are these laying around her for?  
I'll be right back."

"No!" shouted Laura.  She climbed out of the pool, 
and darted out after her classmate as she ran to the 
house with her clothes.

She was too late.  She stood cold, shivering, and 
dripping water.  Locked outside.  Her clothes inside 
with her smiling classmate, taunting her from behind 
the glass doors.

"Won't mom be surprised when she comes home and sees 
a naked girl in the backyard?"

"Not funny," Laura said.  "Give me back my clothes."

"You could run around front," Kim said.  "I believe 
the front door is unlocked."

For one thing, Laura didn't trust her devilish new 
friend.  For another, she couldn't bare the thought 
of running naked into the front yard in view of all 
who passed on the street.

"Please. . ." Laura begged.

Kim kept smiling as she brought something up to her 
eye.  It took a second for Laura to realize what it 
was.  Then it flashed.  A camera.  It flashed again 
and again.  

"Eeek!" Laura squealed, running back toward the 
safety of the pool and diving in.  

This time Kim followed along behind, doing her best 
to capture a record of her friend's cute naked 
posterior.  She put the camera down on the table, 
and took off her flip flops and shades.  "Oh you 
want to play in the pool, is that it?"  She dived 
gracefully after.

Laura saw this as her best chance to get the camera.  
She swam for the ladder, but just as she clutched 
it, Kim grabbed her from behind.

"Watcha doin?" asked Kim.

"Nothing."

"Come back in the water and play."

"I need to get something."  The camera.  

She kept tightly hold of the ladder, and twisted to 
dislodge Kim's grip on her waist.

"You want to wrestle?" Kim teased.  "Is that it?"

A well placed tickle to her ribs, and Laura was 
forced to let go of the ladder.  She felt like a rag 
doll to her larger classmate.  Kim was not only 
taller, bigger, and better developed, she was also 
stronger.  Laura found herself dunked repeatedly, 
manhandled, hugged, tickled, and touched.  Somewhere 
in all the struggles, got a measure of revenge and 
managed to pull Kim's top off.  

This turned into more of a curse than a blessing, as 
she repeatedly found herself with her face caught 
between her classmate's two large orbs.  Her arms 
were held, pinned by the larger girl to either side 
of her.  Her legs were wrapped around Kim and 
squeezing vainly in an attempt to get out of her 
predicament.  She found the feeling of helplessness 
rather erotic.  She felt a stab of pleasure in her 
sex.

"You give up?" Kim asked.

Laura gazed up at her classmate.  Heart pounding in 
her chest, she almost hoped that Kim would kiss her.  
"Yes."

"Who's the winner?"

"You are."  Laura bit her lip.  She wondered if Kim 
was aware how turned on she was right now, with her 
crotch pressed against her friend's stomach.  

"And who's your daddy?"

Laura tried not to stare at the half-dollar size 
nipples so close to her face.  The nipples were 
erect and Laura wondered if it was from the cool 
spring air or arousal.

"You're turning red," Kim said.  "Let's get some 
sunscreen on you.  I don't want you to get burned."

Laura wondered if it were the sun causing her 
flushed skin or her arousal.  She was perfectly okay 
with it being attributed to the sun.

"Go get my top." Kim said, and swam to the steps, 
going right by her top.

Laura followed along, grabbed the bright yellow top, 
and made her way out of the pool.  

"Thanks," Kim said, taking the top, and placing it 
on the table.  She handed Laura her glasses to put 
back on.  Next, Kim picked up a bottle of sunscreen 
and squirted some into her palm.  "Here.  Let's make 
sure you don't get burned."

With that she moved behind Laura and began spread 
sunscreen on the slender girl's shoulders and moved 
on to her arms.  

"I can do it," Laura protested, as Kim moved on to 
her back.

"I don't mind."  Kim did Laura's back, yet skipped 
her bottom, instead coating her long slim legs.  
"Besides, I can put it places you would never be 
able to reach."

Laura was shy about having her new friend's hands 
touching her in so many strange places.  Even more 
shy when those same hands touched the forbidden 
flesh of her bottom and began to kneed.  It felt 
nice.  It felt really nice. 

"Oh!" Laura gasped.  An errant finger slipped 
between the cheeks of her bottom. The oily digit met 
no resistance even as it sank into Laura's tight 
asshole. 

"See," Kim said.  "Like I said.  Places you would 
never reach."

"I don't think we should," Laura said, but made no 
move to stop the other girl's advances.  The played 
momentarily with her virgin rosebud.

Kim stood up and pulled Laura tight.  Their two 
bodies fit together like a glove.  Reaching around 
her, Kim continued to cover Laura with sunscreen, 
first her breasts, down her stomach, and then her 
thighs.

Laura watched expectantly.  Kim's tanned hands moved 
up and down her ivory skin, closer and closer to her 
sex.  Laura spread her legs and gave a silent prayer 
that they would touch her honey pot.

"Oh. . ." Not a gasp this time, instead Laura gave a 
throaty moan as Kim made first contact with her hot 
horny sex. 

"You're beautiful," Kim whispered in Laura's ear.

She thinks I'm beautiful.  Laura couldn't believe 
those words.  No one had ever said that to her 
before.  Sweet or cute, but never beautiful.

"You're supposed to say thank you when someone pays 
you a compliment."

"Thank you," Laura said breathlessly, as Kim 
continued her ministration on her sex.

 "Will you pose for me? Say you will.  You're so 
pretty.  Please-please-pretty please."

Laura found herself saying yes.  Those teasing 
fingers would have made her say anything, and then 
those fingers were gone.  She shivered when she 
realized what she had agreed to.  She turned just as 
Kim picked up the camera.

"Wait!" Laura said.  One hand flew down to her 
crotch and the other covered her small breasts.  
There was a flash from the camera.

"Oh that's perfect!" Kim said.  The camera flashed 
again.

"Kim," Laura said, keeping her hands firmly over her 
privates.  "I don't know about this."

"Oh, that blush is absolutely stunning," Kim 
continued.  "You could be a model.  You could be in 
any magazine you wanted.  Sit on the lounge for me 
please."

The compliments had their intended effect.  They 
steam-rolled what was left of Laura's resistance.  

"Perfect. Perfect," Kim said.  "Now spread your 
fingers, and let your nipple peak out."

It was terrifying.  Laura focused intently on her 
friend's mouth, and opened her fingers, displaying a 
hard pink nipple.  She looked for a smirk, or some 
sign of laughter.  There were none.

"Beautiful - beautiful," Kim said, while the camera 
continued to flash.  "Now drop it and cross your 
legs.  Look over to the side."

The fear that had taken hold of Laura began to 
loosen its grip.  Kim appeared earnest.  That 
realization gave her more confidence, while she 
continued to pose for her new friend.  The first 
pictures were innocent, but they steadily grew more 
erotic.  

"You are so hot," Kim said.  "Wow, you are turning 
me on.  Spread your legs.  That's it.  Wider wider.  
Reach down and spread it apart.  Show me that hot 
pussy."

Laura grew uneasy, even as she reached down and 
spread her nether lips.  The other pictures were one 
thing, but this picture.  If this picture ever got 
out, she would be ruined.

"Promise me you won't show this to anyone," Laura 
said.

Kim sat down at Laura's side.  "Shhhhh. . ." she 
whispered and gave Laura a kiss.  She took Laura's 
hand and moved it down to her sex, coaxing her to 
masturbate.  "You know what would turn me on even 
more?"  

It took a few tries but eventually the slender girl 
began to caress her very wet sex.

Kim moved away, held the camera to her eye, and took 
another picture.  "You are too sexy for words," she 
said.  

"Promise?" Laura begged.  "Promise you'll never show 
anyone."

"No," Kim said.  "I won't promise.  I want you to 
always wonder.  Doesn't that turn you on?"

"No," Laura said, but it was a lie.  Though the 
thought of someone else seeing the pictures was 
terrifying, it was also incredibly arousing.

"Are you close to coming?" Kim asked.  

Laura's fingers worked her clit.  With her other 
hand she pinched her hard nipples.  "Yes," she 
moaned.

"Stop," Laura said, but Laura kept going, strumming 
her clit even faster.  

"I said stop!" Kim grabbed Laura's wrist and pulled 
her hand away.

"I'm so close," Laura begged.  "Please?"

"No," Kim said.  "I want one more picture of you 
like that.  Hungry and horny."

"Perfect," Kim said and took one final picture.  It 
was one of the best.  It was a closing picture of 
Laura's transformation from shy teen, to a sex 
starved slut.  

"Okay," Kim said, picking up her top.  "Let's go in 
now.  I haven't forgotten your spanking, you know.  
How many did I say it was?"

Oh God, the spanking.  Laura had forgotten all about 
that during all the events at the pool. The thought 
of it sent a shiver a pleasure through her body.  
"Seventy spanks."  She wondered how she would ever 
manage them all.

"Where are my clothes?" Laura asked, as the girls 
went back in the house.

"Don't you worry about those right now," Kim said.  
"You've got other things to worry about, like you 
spanking.  How would you like to reduce the number 
of spanks . . . to say . . . half."

"Yes," Laura replied meekly.

"Then follow me to my mom's room."

Laura followed behind her new friend and waited 
patiently while Kim dug around through her mother's 
closet.  Laura had never seen such a nice room or so 
many clothes in her life.  Kim's mother had at least 
a hundred pairs of shoes.  It was amazing.

"Here, put these on."  Kim tossed a pair of heels to 
Laura's feet.  

Laura was willing, but not necessarily able.  The 
heels were very high, consisting of nothing more 
than a three inch platform and several black leather 
straps, the last of which buckled around her ankle.  
Once she had them buckled on, she couldn't even 
stand up without assistance.

"Oh, I don't know about these Kim," Laura said, arms 
out to her sides, toes pointed in, while trying to 
keep from teetering over in the too tall heels.   

"God you are sexy," Kim said, ignoring Laura's 
protests.  "Turn around for me."
Kim's compliments had a way of making Laura feel 
less like a gangly geek and more like a desirable 
young woman.  She looked up at Kim from beneath her 
dark damp bangs and bit her lip.  Her cheeks burned 
a rich crimson.  Her oily body shimmered in the 
light from the window.  Naked but for a pair of 
stiletto heels, she turned in a circle, displaying 
her lean body to the hungry gaze of her new friend.

"Awesome," Kim said.  "Now follow me."  Kim stopped 
briefly by her room and put on a short robe, that 
served to cover her naked breasts, but left her legs 
exposed.  Then she led Laura to the living room and 
dragged a vacuum cleaner out of the hall closet.  

"I want you to vacuum the living room and the dining 
room floors," Kim said.  "And then I want you to 
sweep the kitchen and breakfast room."

Kim left the room and Laura switched on the vacuum 
and began cleaning the floor.  It felt strange to be 
doing such servile labor in someone else's home.  
Yet, there as an erotic submission to the act that 
was oddly disquieting.  The vacuum was loud and 
Laura didn't see Kim enter the room.  Didn't see 
long handled wooden spoon she carried hidden behind 
her back.  Was caught totally unaware when it came 
down on the left cheek of her bottom.

"Yeow!" Laura cried, dropping the handle to the 
vacuum, and then dancing around, while rubbing her 
painfully smarting bottom.

Kim pointed the spoon at the dropped vacuum handle.  
"That's one," she said.  "Now get back to work."

Laura squatted to pick up the vacuum, but Kim 
stopped her.  

"No," Kim said. "Stand back up.  Now, bend down 
again, but from the waist.  Keep your legs 
straight."

Laura bent back down from her waist this time.  
Aware the whole time she was doing so that this 
position left her bottom would be totally 
unprotected.  She braced her body as best she could 
for the spank that would obviously be coming, and 
prayed she wouldn't fall.  The blow, when it fell, 
again, caught her totally by surprise.

"Oh!" Laura yelped.  Yes, she had expected it.  No, 
the blow wasn't painful.  It was that the flat of 
the spoon landed directly on the indented crater of 
her asshole.  The shock of it sent erotic sensations 
dancing through her insides, while leaving her 
bottom hole clenching in consternation.

The spoon traveled lower, the hollow of it cupping 
her sex, while Laura struggled to maintain her 
balance and pick up the handle of the vacuum 
cleaner.  

"Get back to work."  Kim smacked the dark haired 
girl's tight bottom once again.  

Laura resumed her vacuuming.  The task, while easy 
at first, had suddenly become much more difficult.  
Kim followed just behind her while she worked.  The 
wooden spoon sometimes resting on the swell of her 
bottom, sometimes lovingly caressing her asscheeks, 
and other times traveling lower to prod her asshole 
or pussy.  It was so very difficult to concentrate 
on the cleaning and on staying balanced in the too 
high heels, all the while sensations of pleasure and 
pain threatened to overwhelm her.

Kim was having the time of her life playing with her 
new toy.  The heels accentuated Laura's long lean 
legs and gave her bottom the most enticing swell.  
The perfect target.  Laura's tight ass was now 
decorated with bright red oval welts.  Kim followed 
along when Laura walked, swatting her on one cheek 
of her bottom and then the other.  Encouraging her 
to wiggle and twitch in a most provocative manner.  
And whenever Kim would slip the spoon between 
Laura's shiny wet thighs and move it back and forth 
over the pink lips of her sex, Laura would give a 
lovely moan, and look back at Kim large dark doe 
eyes that said, 'Fuck me.  I'm yours.'

When Laura finished vacuuming, Kim put her to work 
sweeping the kitchen floor.  By this time, Kim had 
taken off her robe, and had one hand in her panties 
stroking her sex.  She held the spoon in the other 
hand, following along behind Laura, smacking her on 
the ass.  The spanks had ceased being playful.  
These were hard loud and increasingly painful licks.    

"You bad bad girl," Kim said, her voice thick and 
husky.  "You're strutting like a whore.  A sexpot.  
You think I don't see your bad girl pussy leaking?  
Oh I see it alright."

Laura groaned with every blow.  Her ass moved from 
one side with every step, and this in turn caused 
her even more consternation when Kim called her a 
whore for merely attempting to escape the painful 
licks.

Kim had all she could take.  The sight of Laura 
wiggling and squirming, her red welted ass, her wet 
thighs, along with the prodding from her own fingers 
had served to take Kim to the brink of orgasm.  She 
wanted it.  She wanted it with Laura.  Wanted to 
fuck her.

"Fuck, I've got to have you," Kim moaned, quickly 
stepping out of her panties, and knocking the broom 
from Laura's grip.  She grabbed Laura and pulled her 
into a tight embrace.  Their mouths sought out one 
another.  Their tongues danced.  Each one rode the 
silky smooth leg of the other.

Laura found herself kissing another girl for the 
first time ever.  It was wonderful.  The way Kim 
looked at her with those hungry eyes, the way she 
was devoured by her kisses, and even the way she had 
to submit to spankings and other deprivations; Laura 
wasn't sure how, but she had fallen in love.

After spinning Laura around, Kim broke their embrace 
and slid back onto the kitchen counter.  She leaned 
back, her hands supporting her weight from the back 
and her pussy perched at the corner where the two 
counters met.

"You want me?" Kim asked.

"Yes," Laura replied, her tongue darting out and 
licking her full lips.  She moved back in for 
another kiss.

Kim raised her legs and placed one feet against 
Laura's chest, forcing the other girl to keep her 
distance.  

"Do you really really want me?" Kim teased.  With 
the toes of one foot she pinched the puffy nipple of 
her classmate, while her other foot moved up to 
Laura's mouth, her toes trying to work their way 
between her lips.

Laura's insides quivered.  Her mind told her this 
was wrong.  Not only was she doing these deviant 
acts, she was doing them with another girl.  But her 
body - her body knew better.  

"Yes," Laura moaned.  She opened her lips and 
accepted Kim's grimy toe into her mouth.  And it was 
grimy.  The souls of her feet were dark from walking 
barefoot over the kitchen floor while Laura was 
sweeping.  Laura didn't mind.  She sucked on Kim's 
big toe, kissing it lovingly, and then opened her 
mouth wider until she had accepted the point of 
Kim's foot.

"Fuck," Kim groaned.  Placing a foot on each 
counter, she spread her thighs wide, baring the 
curly blonde hair of her damp pubes.  "Suck me.  
Suck my pussy."

Laura leaned over her blonde classmate and kissed 
her.  She moved down, kissing her neck, further down 
to her large full breasts, her dark areolas, and 
finally to her thick hardened nipples.

"Now, oh God now," Kim moaned, her hips thrusting 
for contact.  "Suck my pussy Laura.  I can't wait 
any longer."

Laura moved down Kim's body to her very wet sex.  
She couldn't help but hesitate.  The games, the 
spanking, the kissing, came close, but none of them 
engendered the same fear that she felt at this 
moment.  Just one kiss, and from this moment on, she 
would have had sex with another girl.  And that was 
a sin.  She could feel Kim's hands running through 
her hair, could hear Kim cooing to her, urging her 
on.  The scent of sex filled the air.  Laura moved 
closer, pressed her lips to dark pink lips of Kim's 
sex and kissed.  

Laura worried that she wouldn't know what to do, but 
Kim was very vocal in what she wanted.  "Lick me.  
Faster.  Mmmm...like that.  Now my clit.  Stick your 
fingers in me.  Suck my pussy.  Suck it."  It wasn't 
easy keeping up with the orders.  Not with Kim 
pulling her head so tight while pumping and gyrating 
her hips.  

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!" Kim moaned, her legs trembling.  
"Fuck I'm coming."

After her orgasm subsided, Kim pulled Laura up for 
one final lingering kiss.  "Now, it's your turn." 
she said, lifting her classmate by the hips, and 
helping her onto the still warm counter.  

"I've just got to play with these cute little 
titties," Kim said, giving them a playful tweak, and 
then opening a kitchen drawer and rummaging around.  
She pulled out a pair of salad tongs, and showed 
them to her apprehensive classmate.

Laura shivered, as her sensitive nubs were pinched 
and pulled by the cold metal tongs.  "Oh God," she 
moaned as they moved lower to her sex, pulling at 
her labia and her thick erect clit.  

"I can't wait to taste you," Kim said, before 
plunging a finger into Laura's wet willing sex, and 
then tasting the glistening nectar.  

"Mmmmmm," Kim moaned, her lips puckering around her 
index finger.  "You taste sweet - like honey."

Kim rummaged around in the open drawer again, this 
time coming out with a wicked knife.  "You trust 
me?" she asked.

Laura's eyes widened in apprehension.  "Yes," she 
breathed.  

Kim tested her classmate's convictions by tracing 
the knifepoint along Laura's neck, down to her 
breasts, and even to her most intimate areas.  

"Please," Laura moaned.  The knife.  The power 
games.  The had taken their toll.  She wanted it.  
Needed it.

"Please, what?" Kim teased.

"Fuck me," Laura said.  "Please fuck me."

Kim placed the knife on the counter and squatted 
down before Laura's spread legs.  "Like this?" she 
asked, running her tongue through the contours of 
Laura's wet sex. 

"Oh yes," Laura groaned, pumping her hips to meet 
Kim's touch.  "Oh fuck, that feels so good."

Kim stood back up and smiled, causing her dimples to 
stand out on her newly dampened cheeks.  "I don't 
think so," she said.  "You still owe me a spanking."

Kim returned to the open drawer one final time, this 
time coming out with a large metal spoon.  

"Spread your legs," Kim ordered.  "Wider."

Laura spread her legs as far as she could.  The 
black heels waved uncertainly in the air.

"I said wider."  Kim struck the inner part of 
Laura's thighs with the flat of the spoon leaving an 
oval welt in its wake.

"Ouch. . ."  Laura bit her lip in consternation.  
Giving up any pretense of modesty, she leaned all 
the way back on the counter, her neck and shoulder 
bent due to placement of the microwave oven.  She 
opened her trembling legs as wide as they would go, 
causing the cords of her tendons to stick out where 
they joined her thighs, and also causing her pubic 
mound to swell obscenely.  

Kim slid the cold metal spoon through Laura's 
vulnerable sex.  "You like that?  Does that feel 
nice?"

"Uh - huh," Laura said with uncertainty.

Then Kim took the spoon and began lightly tapping 
the mouth of Laura's sex with it.  The blows grew 
faster.  

"How about this?" Kim said.  "You like this?"

"Yes," Laura answered.  But in truth, the light 
tapping was maddening.  The blows were far too light 
to derive any satisfaction, yet every time the spoon 
made contact with the mouth of her sex; it made her 
yearn for more.

"You want more?"

"Yes."

"Harder?"

"Oh God, yes."

Kim slowed the pace of the tapping spoon.  But as 
the pace slowed, the blows grew harder.  Every blow 
was now punctuated with an audible and very wet 
sounding splat.

"You bad girl," Kim said.  "I'm spanking your bad 
girl cunt."

"Oh fuck!" Laura gasped.  Every blow caused her lean 
thighs to jump involuntarily.

"I want to hear you say it," Kim said.  "Tell me 
you're my bad girl, and beg me to spank your naughty 
cunt."

"I'm a - I'm your," Laura began.

"Wait."  Kim stopped spanking Laura, and instead 
spread her classmate's legs wider.  "Now say it."

It was harder now, so much harder to say.  When she 
was being spanked, Laura was ready to admit to 
anything.  Now, she was overwhelmed by doubts.  By 
embarrassment. 

But the aching yearning in her sex won out.

"I'm your - bad girl," Laura said.  And she was a 
bad girl.  She knew it.  She tilted her pelvis.  She 
felt obscene.  "Spank my naughty cunt."

Kim brought the spoon down.  Splat.  Wet nectar 
splattered to Laura's stomach and thighs.  Her legs 
jumped.

"Say it again."

"I'm your bad girl."  Splat!

"Spank my naughty cunt." Splat!

"Again."

Again and again she said it.  Laura's body twisted 
and gyrated under the onslaught.  A small tiny 
spoon.  She would have never imagined how strong it 
was.  How it could fit to her body like it was made 
for it.  With each blow, the weight of the spoon 
felt heavier and heavier.  

The spanks grew painful.  There was no denying that 
they hurt.  Her lips and clit ached. They throbbed.  
Occasionally the blows were hard enough to cause 
Laura to squeal and her legs to involuntarily close 
together.   Time and time again she had to steel 
herself, and spread them again.  Yet there was no 
denying that there was pleasure to be found.  There 
was oh so much pleasure. There deep in her cunt a 
need grew.  The need grew to a yearning-the yearning 
to a welling.  

Laura felt a hot sensation start at her extremities 
and move to the center of her being.  She felt the 
need to pee, but there was no way she could stop.  

"Ghnnuuggg. . ." she grunted - her toes curling - 
her white-knuckled fingers digging into edge of the 
countertop.  A jet of girl cum surged from her sex, 
splattering on Kim's face and breasts.  She was 
startled at first, but quickly dropped her spoon and 
thrust two fingers into her friends sex and fucked 
her - riding her until her climax was complete.

"Fuck-in-a," Kim said.  Her tongue snaked out and 
tasted some of the evidence of Laura's explosive 
climax.  "You squirted.  That was so fucking cool!"

Kim stood up and took Laura's hands.  "Come on.  
We've got to get this cleaned up before my mom gets 
home."

Laura's eyelids fluttered open.  She didn't know if 
she could move much less stand.

The two girls worked to put everything back in 
order.

"You want a ride tomorrow?" Kim asked.

"Yes," Laura said.  "I'd like that.  I'd like it a 
lot."

Kim reached over and pushed a stray lock of Laura's 
matted hair behind her ear.  "You can hang out with 
me tomorrow if you want - with the cool girls. Just 
don't go all goo-goo eyed on me.  No one can know 
about this, okay?  This is our little secret."

"Okay," Laura said.  She had no idea how she would 
keep her feelings from showing, when just looking at 
her made her knees week.  But she knew there was no 
way she could pass up a chance to be around her new 
best friend.  

"And no panties."  Kim palmed Laura's pussy 
possessively, slipped a finger in, "To remind you 
that your bad girl cunt belongs to me."  

"And this hot ass is mine too." Kim withdrew her 
finger, and then wormed the newly wetted digit into 
her Laura's tight ass.  "You got that?"

"Yes."  Laura replied automatically. 

"I'm going to do a lot of bad things to you," Kim 
said, tweaking an already tender nipple.  "And you 
are going to love every one of them."

Laura gazed lovingly into Kim's hungry eyes and lost 
herself.

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