The Girlfriend’s Lesson

“Oh! I… I didn’t realize anyone was here.” The words were breathy, almost rehearsed. Kathy stopped dead, her hand still on the doorknob. The words she’d been about to say caught in her throat. Krista made no move to cover herself, a subtle defiance that sent a flicker of something unreadable through Kathy.

Krista watched her for a moment, a slight glint in her eye, then finally, casually stood, exposing her shaved pussy. Kathy’s breath hitched. Deliberate? The thought sent a jolt through Kathy. A silent dare, and one she was suddenly very interested in accepting.

“We are alone, Krista.” Kathy closed the door firmly. “And I think it’s time we had a talk.” For the first time, Krista looked uncertain, perhaps regretting how vulnerable she was, half dressed like this.

“My son seems quite taken with you, Krista” Kathy said, letting the words hang in the air. Infatuated was more like it. Blinded by that pretty little face and those curves. “Worshiping that pert ass of yours, no doubt.” Kathy sat herself down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, smoothing her skirt with her hands. “You’re a pretty young thing.” She continued, her voice softening just slightly. “I bet that’s got you everything you’ve wanted, hasn’t it? Made you think you can just waltz in here and take what you please.”

Kathy patted her lap, looking up at Krista. Even from this position, the authority in her gaze was clear. Krista bit her lip, her fingers twisting together uncertainly. Kathy patted her lap again, not saying anything further. A blush crept up Krista’s neck, painting her cheeks a delicate rose. She hesitated for a breath, then lowered herself, kneeling and laying herself over Kathy’s lap as if drawn by an invisible leash only she could feel.

“Good girl.” Kathy’s smile was approving. “You know what you need, don’t you? A firm hand.” The crack of Kathy’s palm against Krista’s ass echoed in the sudden silence. Krista gasped, the sound tight and breathy. Kathy felt the heat bloom beneath her hand, a satisfying flush rising on the girl’s skin. She followed up with three more firm slaps, not giving the young woman time to adjust.

“Please…” Just the one word from Krista, barely audible, lost in the sudden silence between slaps.

“Walking around here like you own the place. Taking things from my refrigerator without even asking. Commenting on my decor.” Kathy continued to spank Krista as she listed off each failure. The girl whimpered, a small, pathetic sound. She squirmed, a futile attempt to escape, but her hips remained pressed against Kathy’s thigh. Her ass was almost as red as her face now, a canvas begging for more.

“It’s almost as though you wanted the attention, Krista.” Kathy paused her spanking as she said this. “Did you? Did you want my attention?” The pad of Kathy’s thumb traced the curve of Krista’s ass, the skin hot and flushed beneath her touch. Kathy felt the tremor in Krista’s muscles, a delicious shiver of… what? Fear? Anticipation? It didn’t matter. Her heart was racing, a surge of confidence and… something else, spreading through her. She slid her thumb down, parting the soft folds between Krista’s legs.

The low moan that came from Krista as Kathy’s finger slid inside was all the confirmation she needed. Her heat was a blatant invitation, slick and demanding. Krista arched against Kathy’s touch, a desperate little movement that sent a jolt of triumph through Kathy. She wanted this. She craved it. A hot, insistent ache bloomed between Kathy’s legs. She wanted to grind her hips against Krista, to feel that heat even closer.

“I can see why my son likes you so much.” Kathy mused, a second finger joining her first, making Krista whimper again. “He’ll be enjoying you tonight, I’m sure.” Her fingers moved faster now, plunging rhythmically in and out Krista’s wet pussy. “In fact, I expect to hear you tonight.” Kathy murmured, her voice low and almost dangerous. “Moan for him. Beg him. But remember this. Remember me. Remember how this felt, and how much better it could be.”

Kathy’s breath hitched as Krista’s hips bucked against her hand. She could feel the girl’s orgasm building, rapid contractions, but no… Slowly, she removed her fingers, leaving the girl flushed, squirming and right on the edge. A small, satisfied smile playing on Kathy’s lips.