Penny walked out of the school building with a smile plastered on her face. Sitting in her car, she winced, then giggled when the act of sitting on her sensitive bottom enhanced the delicious pain from the best spankings yet.

She wished she’d brought a change of clothes to go to her mom’s to pick up Christy. Not only would her mom question how she was dressed, but Christy would wonder if her mom was wearing her uniform. It wasn’t that far, so she ran home, changed into a nice pair of jeans and a dressy top, brushed her disheveled hair, and drove to her mom’s.

“Hi, Mom!” she greeted her mother with a warm hug at the door.

“Hello, honey! Good date?”

“Oh, yes! Better than good!” she gushed, only realizing too late she couldn’t really say anything more about it.

“Yeah, I can tell!” her mother replied with a knowing smile.

“What? How?” Penny replied with a cute face.

“Penny, you’re glowing! Must have been more than just a goodbye kiss at the door!”

“Mom!” Penny protested while laughing.

“Hey! I’m just sayin’. I’m happy for you, Pen. You deserve a good ‘roll in the hay!’”

“Mom! You’re … you’re … hell, I don’t know. Thank you. It has been a while,” she finished, giving in to her mother’s intuitive abilities.

“That’s all I’m saying, sweetheart. It’s about time,” she replied with a kiss on Penny’s cheek. “Christy was a dream, by the way. You’ve done a great job with her, Penny! I’m very proud of both of you!”

“Thanks, Mom! Hi, honey!” she said as Christy arrived to give her mom a hug.

“Hi, Mom! Guess what! We made brownies!” Christy said proudly, holding a cling-wrapped plate of the tasty chocolate squares.

“Oh yum! Thanks again, Mom!” Penny said.

“Any time! I mean that, Penny! You deserve some fun now and then, and I’m happy to help!”

“I appreciate that, Mom! Good night!”

“Good night, Gramma!” Christy added.

“Good night, Precious!”

They drove home as Christy regaled her mom with details of the brownie-making process, including a funny mishap involving confectioner’s sugar. Penny was only half listening, her mind on Yvonne, what they’d done tonight, and when they’d get together again, hoping it would be soon. While she didn’t have to worry about it quite yet, at some point, she might have to explain to her mom and even Christy about her female lover. Her mom wouldn’t be a problem when the time came, as she’d always been open-minded. Christy would likely be a different story.

Everything fell into place once they were home, with homework and bathing her daughter’s priorities, while Penny headed for her bathroom as soon as she had a free minute. In front of the large mirror, she opened her jeans as though stripping for a lover, smiling as the white cotton panties came into view and reminded her of the schoolgirl fantasy she’d reenacted tonight.

Turning to her side, she tugged the tight pants down, trying to leave her panties in place, the stiff denim scraping over her deliciously stinging bottom. ‘Spank me,’ she mouthed to the woman in the mirror, imagining her yanking the girlish underwear down and spanking her hard and fast.

“Oh God!” she whispered, thinking she’d left Yvonne too soon. The jeans clung to her knees as her hands went back for the panties, pulling them down in one swift motion to fall to her knees as well. “Please spank me again? Harder?” she murmured to the ghost of her lover, feeling a firm hand on her back, pushing her down with elbows on the vanity and her hands stroking the still-rough skin of her bright red and bruised bottom. Her eyes closed as the images formed in her mind, the touch of her stinging bottom filling in the blanks. “Oh fuck …”

“Mom! Mom, where are you?” Christy called.

“In the bathroom, honey! Give me a minute!” she responded, disappointed at the interruption of another masturbatory fantasy that would have likely ended with fingers in her quivering and freshly wet pussy.

She stripped off the clothes she’d put on to pick her daughter up, leaving the sodden panties on under the loose PJ shorts, hoping they’d inspire her yet again before sleep tonight. With her top hastily buttoned just enough to cover her chest, she opened the door to find Christy standing just outside.

“What’s up, baby?” she said, hugging her precious daughter, whose timing left something to be desired.

“I’m going to bed soon. Come have a brownie with me?” she asked with pleading eyes, wanting to share her accomplishment with her mother.

“Mmm, that sounds good!” she lied, having anything so rich unappealing at the moment. “Pour us both a small glass of milk, and I’ll be right there!”

“Okay!” Christy replied with the kind of happy face every parent cherishes.

She used the excuse of having to pick up her discarded clothes as a delay tactic, wanting to be sure she was in the proper state of mind and dress before sharing her daughter’s creations. She couldn’t resist running her fingers and palms between her legs, pressing the wetness of her absorbent panties against her needy pussy.

‘How am I gonna do this?’ she questioned herself as she considered how long it might be before she was in Yvonne’s lap and arms again. Remembering the years before her first encounter with Yvonne, barely a week ago, she’d gotten through the days with desire occasionally on her mind. Now she wondered if she’d be living with perpetually wet panties.

Taking a deep cleansing breath, she made her way to the kitchen, where Christy had set the table with a brownie on a dessert dish for each of them and two glasses of milk, her face beaming with pride. Penny hugged her from behind, thankful that her desires had been successfully tamped, allowing her to give her daughter the love and adulation she deserved. She moved her chair closer to Christy’s and took a small bite of the rich chocolate pastry.

“Mmm! It’s delicious!” she said genuinely, before taking the requisite sip of cold milk. “Oh, honey! It’s really good!” she added, surprised and grateful that she didn’t have to pretend for Christy’s sake.

Sharing their late-night dessert left Penny feeling the love of her beautiful daughter and hopeful in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. They walked arm in arm to Christy’s bedroom, where she hugged her tightly, trying to give the young girl a feeling of love and security she feared had been lacking of late. Christy noticed.

“Thank you, Mommy! I love you!”

“I love you too, sweetheart!” she replied, keeping the ‘more than you can possibly know’ to herself.

Returning to the kitchen, she cleared away the dishes from their dessert and the morning’s breakfast, surprisingly calm. Smiling to herself, she regained her confidence in her ability to carry on with life despite the nagging urges Yvonne provoked. She knew she’d be fine as long as she was with others, her mind distracted by people or the business at hand. But what would happen whenever she was alone?

The answer to that question was provided by the twinges she felt between her legs as she walked back to her bedroom. She looked in on Christy, happy to find her sleeping, and smiled at her angelic face. She closed the door and turned towards her room, but stopped just inside the doorway.

“Oh, God, Yvonne! I need to be spanked again! Please?” she whispered the plea to her absent lover, making her turn and head for the garage.

The tote boxes were still stacked as she’d left them, with the large spoon on top. “Please spank me?” she said as she pulled her PJs and panties down, letting them fall to the floor around her ankles.

She bent over her makeshift ‘desk’ and tapped her bottom tentatively with the spoon, crying, “Ouch!” with even a light touch of wood. “Ooo!” she cooed with the savory sting revived. She turned to face forward, gripped the edge of the box, and steeled herself for the three dozen she promised herself to endure.

A dozen on alternating cheeks as hard as she could manage recalled the memory of being bent over Yvonne’s desk with the woman’s face in her pussy between applications of the little leather paddle to her sore, but still needy, bottom. Another dozen, this time six to a cheek, had her gasping in pain, and after a brief pause, gave herself the final twelve she’d sworn to take.

She dropped the spoon on the totes again, picked up the clothes that had fallen off her feet in her anguished squirming, and ran to her bedroom, opening her pajama top along the way. Closing the door, she dropped her clothes and went to the bed to make a large stack of pillows in the middle, on which she perched her naked bottom. With her face and shoulders pressed to the mattress, she reached back to clutch her newly stinging cheeks, rubbing, squeezing, and even pinching the tender flesh.

“Oh God, Yvonne! That feels so good!” she whispered when her right hand snaked underneath, through her slit, and into her silken pussy. A continuous string of moans and sensual phrases accompanied her hands, one giving pleasure and the other pain. She struggled to remain quiet and undiscovered as the two sensations blended into a slowly building climax. She held her breath as long as she could, but when she just had to breathe again, she nearly hyperventilated when the orgasm exploded inside her, triggered by a couple of hard smacks on her upraised bottom that she just couldn’t resist giving herself.

She stayed in her punishment position with both hands still kneading the stinging flesh, but exhaustion came quickly after she’d calmed down, and she fell asleep. She woke an hour or so later, initially confused by her position, but smiled at the memory of the whole night. She rolled off the pillow stack, grabbed one of them, and fell back to sleep easily.

Yvonne was similarly agitated when she returned to the family home she now occupied alone, since her mother had succumbed to a quickly debilitating disease. The quiet of the house took on a new significance after the extraordinary couple of hours she’d just spent with the intoxicatingly naughty Penny. So enthralled with her new lover was she that she now felt more alone than ever in the big house, devoid of sound.

She couldn’t remember ever having such a satisfying and incredibly sexy evening with anyone. Not only had she found someone who seemed able to take, and want, as much spanking as she could dish out, but had also given her the most incredible orgasm with her fingers and tongue. Even the impromptu paddling she’d received from Penny was a pleasant memory that she now wanted to repeat sooner than she’d originally thought.

The house seemed even more desolate, contrasted with the memory of Penny’s squeals and gasps. She carried on a one-sided dialogue with the petite woman, reciting the lines from their role-playing in an effort to relive the magic …

‘It was YOU I wanted to have spank me!’ and ‘… hoping I’d be sent to you for my spanking!’ and especially ‘And now I’m finally here! On your knee! With your hand on my bare bottom! Oh, God, Miss Anders! Please don’t stop! Spank me again?’

Not expecting to see anyone on her way home from the school, she’d dressed minimally for the short drive, and shed what little she wore as she made her way to her bedroom at the back of the large house. Her skirt, blouse, and blazer were discarded on the floor as she entered the room naked.

She was heading for the huge bed, but an armless upholstered chair in the corner caught her eye. She’d bought it a long time ago, when she imagined having one of several different women over her knee. Soft and comfortable for both spanker and spankee, she thought it was perfect for the intended purpose, but sadly, it sat in the corner of her room, having never fulfilled its calling.

She walked over to it, paused, and sat in the neglected chair, trying to picture Penny’s perfect petite body in her lap, bouncing to the rhythm of a vigorous spanking as she was encouraged to do it harder, softer, faster, or slower, but above all, ‘Please don’t stop!’. She could hear her plaintive voice and various cries and moans in her mind, but the squishy wetness between her legs was real.

“Oh, Penny!” she said aloud as she shifted forward in the seat, as she had earlier on her desk to allow the girl to show her appreciation for the stinging red bottom she’d given her. She leaned back with her legs spread wide, and with her hands on her tits, she tried to imagine the girl’s eager tongue slithering between her plump lips. Failing that, her fingers acted as Penny’s surrogate tongue, gently stroking and probing her now dripping wet pussy.

“Eat me, Penny! Eat my pussy!” she pleaded as her fingers escalated to mauling the tender flesh.

Her other hand got in on the action when she’d placed her feet on the edge of the chair and lifted her hips, pressing her sex into her hands as she had with Penny’s face. With one set of fingers stuffed in her pussy, the other traversed her slit, rubbing in circles and tweaking her clit on each rotation. Although it felt fantastic and she built to a climax quickly, it was a shadow of what she experienced with Penny.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to simulate anything close to what her petite lover offered, so she decided she needed to do something Penny couldn’t.

Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she removed several items. First, she checked the batteries on a vibrator before dropping it on the bed. Next were two dildos, one of average size and the other of almost inhuman proportions. She hesitated over the following selection, but finally chose one of the thickest butt plugs in her collection. Lastly, she opened a large bottle of lube, coated the plug generously, and then rubbed the residual over and into the tight opening the plug would soon inhabit.

As always, she tried to relax enough to let the plug find its way in, but had to slowly push it till her painfully protesting sphincter finally let it in. “Oh!” she gasped once it popped into place, her bottom clenching, welcoming the intruder.

Still bent over the bed, adjusting to the full feeling, she suddenly and involuntarily reached back and smacked her bare ass several times. Confused as to what prompted it, she thought of the brief paddling she’d gotten from Penny, which she’d used as the basis for the naughty girl’s funishment tonight. Going back into the drawer, she hesitated again but ultimately removed the hairbrush she’d bought at the same time as the chair, which had also never been used.

With all her toys arrayed on the bed, she climbed on and assumed an ‘all fours’ stance while reaching for the vibe. She turned it on with one hand and reached underneath to run its length through her slick slit. She moaned with the slightly electrifying touch of the smooth plastic, especially at the top of her slit, where it eventually stayed pressed lightly against her clit. The buzz penetrated, but still wasn’t what she needed.

Getting up into a kneeling position, she opened the lube again and coated both dildos. Back on hands and knees, she reached underneath with the smaller one in hand, ran it twice through her slit, and then, aligning it with the hole she needed filled, she stabbed it in. After a gasp and short delay, one shoulder fell to the bed with her left hand playing with the plug and the right handling the dildo.

“Oh yeah!” she cried as the dildo fucked her hard. This was something Penny hadn’t done, at least not yet. Whenever she succumbed to this need, she inevitably thought of the few men who’d fucked her before she’d decided she didn’t need the men, only their cock from time to time, and a good dildo was a reasonable facsimile.

She didn’t expect an orgasm on par with the one Penny had given her, but it was much better than the previous one. When she opened her eyes, it was the hairbrush that caught her eye, and she picked it up with a devilish smile.

Rotating to rest on her other shoulder freed her right hand to reach back and tap the heavy brush on each cheek experimentally. A few more taps corrected her aim to the fleshy lower cheeks.

“Ooo!” she yelped with the first reasonably hard swat. “Oh God!” came after a harder swat to the opposite cheek. A few more like that, and she was confident in her ability to do it right. “Fuck!” she cried as the brush struck each cheek in turn. A bit harder, and the resultant clenching reminded her of the plug still firmly planted in her butt, where it added to the arousal that grew from the spanking. At a slow pace, each swat was delivered and the pain allowed to bloom before another followed. 

Her left hand searched blindly for the small dildo, and finding it, she stuffed it in her dripping pussy, immediately fucking at a furious pace. The two hands eventually synchronized, and each stabbing thrust of the dildo was accompanied by a hard swat from the brush.

“Hoh! Hoh! Hoh!” she cried as the best climax yet approached and quickly overtook her, leaving her lying on her side with shaking thighs and erratic breaths.

When her eyes finally opened, it was to the sight of the large dildo, reminding her that the smaller one was still in her pussy. Her eyes sparkled with a new idea, and remaining on her side, she reached back and grunted as she pulled the plug out and replaced it with the well-lubricated dildo from her pussy. Her eyes opened wide as she pushed it all the way in to the rubber ‘sac’ with a loud gasp at the fullness.

Leaving the small one deep in her ass, she grabbed the large one and pointed it at her pussy. Pushing it in slowly as it opened her wider than she was accustomed to, she groaned with the feeling of both openings stuffed so full.

Pulling one out as the other went in, she found a rhythm where she was constantly being penetrated in one or the other, climbing rapidly toward another peak, hopefully even better than the last. She pictured her cute little Penny pounding her pussy with a strap-on, while stuffing a dildo in her ass.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she cried as she approached the climax, but couldn’t quite get there until she was literally pounding the phalluses into her at a furious pace. “Aaahhh!” she screamed when it hit, leaving her body shaking spastically.

Her body shivered when she removed the dildos and threw them, and the other toys, onto the floor so she could curl up in her bed. She drifted off with thoughts of Penny in her head.

Both women spent their Saturday as they usually would, except that they had each other on their minds almost constantly. Apart from remembering their fantastic evening together, they tried to plan how and when they could be together again. It was harder for Yvonne because any scheme she came up with could be easily derailed by Penny’s parental responsibilities. While Penny had it easier in that regard, as she controlled it to some degree, she was sensitive about using her mom too much to fill in for her.

It was very late that afternoon that Christy provided the answer.

“Penny!” Yvonne responded to her phone call.

“Hello, Yvonne! I know it was only yesterday, but I miss you so!”

“Oh, Penny! It’s so good to hear your voice!” Yvonne replied. She loved Penny’s cute voice as much as everything else about her. It fit her schoolgirl persona perfectly, but was delightfully sexy when responding to Yvonne’s touch, whether she was caressing, licking, or even spanking.

“Please tell me you’re not doing anything tomorrow afternoon?” Penny asked hopefully.

“I’m not now!” Yvonne responded truthfully. She’d cancel a funeral if that’s what it took to see her naughty, little girl again.

“Christy’s going to a friend’s house tomorrow afternoon to work on a school project! She’ll be there for at least three hours. Do you think I could come over and … you know?”

“Yes! Yes, what time?” Yvonne responded eagerly.

“I’m dropping her off around one, so … one-thirty-ish? I’ll have to be ready to leave by four, but not any earlier.”

“Perfect! I can’t wait!”

“Good! Me too! One thing, though,” Penny said, approaching the subject carefully. “My bottom is still really sore! It feels SO good, but I don’t know how much spanking I’ll be able to take. Is that okay?”

“More than okay! I’m sure we’ll find ways to entertain ourselves. Don’t you?” Yvonne said as she rubbed her bottom expectantly.

“Yes! That doesn’t mean you can’t spank me a little if you want?” Penny replied in that little girl voice, not wanting to miss an opportunity without knowing when the next would come along.

“We’ll see when you get here. I’ll text you the address, okay?”

“Good! I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss!”

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Penny and Yvonne are well primed for their afternoon tryst but who will get the spanking they both now seem to want? We'll just have to wait and see, but in the meantime, I'd appreciate as many 'Likes,' 'Favorites,' and comments as I can get and ... THANKS FOR READING!!