“The truth is… little girls grow up. It’s what they’re supposed to do.”

Mika had practiced that line in the mirror before she’d come over. She’d said it over and over until she meant it, until it seemed right. Rational. Inevitable.

In three weeks, she would (belatedly) achieve her degree. From there it would be straight back to her hometown and a job opportunity that her father had arranged back when she began her studies. And that meant she had to cut ties she’d spent the last four years forming.

Including her Daddy.

Holding off this conversation for another week or even two would have made it even harder. And as it was, he couldn’t even look at her. He couldn’t disguise the sag in his shoulders, the bobbing motion in his throat. She’d hurt him. She’d had to. All she could give him now was one last hug.

It wasn’t fair. Even if his age were the only issue, her parents would never accept her having a sixty-eight year-old boyfriend, to say nothing of how they spent their couple’s time. And if the only other options were hiding Daddy or bringing him with her – well, neither of those was fair either.

“I thought we’d have more time,” she heard him say.

She’d told her friend Rachel some months back that she knew that her relationship with Daddy wasn’t going to last. She knew that it would end sometime, but it never occurred to her that her Daddy wouldn’t have felt the same. Surely she’d been upfront about that?

Instead, she said only, “I know.”

They stood in his kitchen, held together until her arms were tired. The sun had dipped low in the sky, bathing the room in warm orange light. Mika drank the last of her wine in a single gulp and said she had to go, though she didn’t say why.

“Goodbye, Mika.”

“Goodbye, Jeff.”

On the lawn she pulled up the rideshare app, reconsidered, then closed it. Then deleted it. The subscription was in his name, and she’d spent the last year happily mooching off him. That would have to end, too.

A droplet splashed across the screen, and Mika was thankful she’d made it out of the house before falling apart. She couldn’t go back to her dorm like this – there would be too many questions that she wasn’t ready to answer.

Fortunately for her, she knew one person who she could count on.

***

By the time she reached the apartment, she was starting to feel the effects of the wine she’d shared with Daddy – no, Jeff, she reminded herself. She thought she was holding it together, but the look on Rachel’s face told her otherwise.

“Mika? You said there was an emergency…”

The mask crumbled. “I’m a bitch, and I broke his heart!”

Wailing, Mika collapsed against the shoulder of the older but much smaller woman. Rachel calmly smoothed her hair as she spilled out the entire story, rationalizations and all. When it was all done, she hiccupped.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to be a big girl.”

Rachel’s boyfriend Bertie emerged from their kitchen, a mug of black coffee in hand. Mika had always found him cute in a bashful kind of way, but her previous flirting with him had been mostly for Dad- Jeff’s benefit.

“Well,” he said, “I think step one might be accepting your limits.”

She probably deserved that. That same flirting had led to him getting spanked by Rachel the last time she was here, and he didn’t appear to have gotten over the earlier embarrassment. She let him lead her to the kitchen and took a seat on one of the two chairs.

“Congratulations, by the way,” Rachel offered.

“For kicking the old man to the curb?”

“You said you were graduating. Sorry, we didn’t get you a present.”

“That’s okay.” Mika sipped at her drink. She didn’t feel any more sober, but the smell of hot coffee was its own kind of relaxing. There was an odd aroma mixed in with the coffee, sandalwood and… lavender.

The smell was coming from the couple’s nearby bedroom. At the same time, Mika took in that both Rachel and Bertie were dressed in bathrobes, though at least she could see the cuffs of Bertie’s pant legs under his.

It didn’t look as if Rachel was wearing anything else.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked.

“No,” said Rachel.

“Yes,” said Bertie.

Mika bit her lip. “Well, I don’t figure it’s your anniversary or anything like that…”

There was an awkward silence.

“…Fuck,” she muttered guiltily. “I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

“No, stay,” Rachel insisted. “In fact… maybe you can help us settle something. Before you texted me, this man was giving me the most wonderful massage. I was in heaven, ready to melt into the bed, and then he asks—“

Bertie cleared his throat. “Mika, would you like any cream or sugar with that?”

“No, that wasn’t it. You asked if I was ready for my spanking.” She feigned a shocked expression. “Imagine! And I’ve been behaving myself! Mostly.”

“It didn’t mean it as a punishment. More like exercise.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Bertie? Careful…”

Mika felt a hint of melancholy watching them go at it. These were the same kind of play arguments that she’d had with Jeff. That she’d never have again.

“I only meant that you’ve been spanked all of once in the last year, and you’ve gotten… I want to say ‘out of practice’?”

She understood what he meant. The first few times Mika had been spanked, she’d only been able to take a few hard slaps before the sting got to be too much. Building up a tolerance had taken time, and Rachel’s tolerance would definitely be less than she remembered.

And behind her faux outrage, Rachel must have known that, and was afraid to confront it.

“I could do it,” Mika said suddenly.

Rachel stared at her. “What?”

“Now that I’m a big girl, I could give you your anniversary spanking. I won’t go as hard as your mean old boyfriend, and it’s still a special occasion.”

Rachel and Bertie exchanged glances. Mika couldn’t tell if they were seriously considering it, or if they were just shocked into silence by her audacity.

As rational thinking began to claw its way back, Mika started to dismiss the idea. Anyway, she remembered Rachel acting like a top since the day they’d met, when Mika had needled the other woman by pretending to steal Bertie away, only to be surprised and humiliated when the woman who she assumed to be submissive proved to be nothing of the sort.

Rational thought slipped back away. Now she really wanted this to happen.

“I think that might be a fun compromise,” said Rachel diplomatically, “I’m going to go put on something a bit more appropriate—“

“Why?”

The question caught Rachel off-guard. “Well, Mika, I think you might have noticed I’m naked under this robe.”

“So? You’ve seen me naked. I’ve seen him naked. Sounds fair to me.”

Getting Bertie to blush was easy – and he did it again anyway – but Mika had never succeeded in doing the same to Rachel. She was downright gleeful to see that Rachel’s pale skin lit up all the way from her collarbone.

“It’s your decision, honey,” Bertie chuckled.

Time stood still as Rachel deliberated on her next move. Finally, she drew up her chin defiantly and pulled open the belt on her robe.

Mika had wondered what her own body would look like by her late thirties. From what she’d seen of her mother’s, heredity would someday gift her with crow’s feet and stretch marks. Seeing Rachel full frontal, however, gave her some reassurance that those traits would not be coming so quickly.

Even clothed, she knew Rachel had a compact build, with narrow shoulders and short, thick legs. Her boobs were larger and more full than Mika’s mosquito bites, but still firm – Mika suspected that like herself, Rachel didn’t like to wear a bra.

And while gravity had pulled at Rachel’s figure, giving her a bit of muffin top and cellulite, it had only emphasized Rachel’s overripe peach of a booty. Mika couldn’t have asked for a better target for her first time on top.

Rachel went over Mika’s lap without any resistance, although Mika found she had to adjust in order to balance the other woman’s bottom-heavy physique.

“And what am I supposed to do all this time?” asked Bertie, pulling up the other chair and taking a position behind Rachel, clearly eager for the show to begin.

“Just watch. Maybe you’ll learn something. Are you ready, Rachel?”

Rachel fidgeted, Mika’s knees digging into her ribs. “I hope so.”

“We’ll begin, then.” Mika raised her arm and slapped Rachel’s haunches with moderate strength once, paused, then twice. “Out of ten, what would you call this?”

“I don’t know, maybe a four?”

“Hm, I was aiming for about a six. It sounds like you’re tougher than you thought.” Confident that Rachel could take more, she brought her hand down harder. “How about now?”

Rachel gritted her teeth. “Six, maybe a seven.”

Excellent, thought Mika. Rachel’s tolerances established, Mika picked up the pace, smacking each cheek in quick succession, pleased to see how quickly Rachel’s chubby cheeks started to redden.

“Hey, Bertie,” she taunted, “Did you know that Rachel’s butt jiggles when she’s getting spanked?”

“It hadn’t escaped my notice, no.”

That Bertie’s hand kept drifting toward the front of his pants hadn’t escaped Mika’s notice, either. She didn’t let it distract her, her focus on continuing to make that butt jiggle before him. Rachel continued to hiss and moan quietly beneath her.

That didn’t seem fair. Mika turned back to Bertie. “You like watching that jiggly butt, don’t you?”

“It’s downright hypnotic,” he said, his mouth dry.

“I can see how much you’re enjoying yourself over there,” she grinned, “You remember I’ve seen you naked, right? No need to be shy. Why don’t you let your little friend out to play?”

“Bertie, don’t you dare!”

That got the reaction she’d wanted. Rachel squirmed in a fruitless attempt to turn herself around, but she was clasped tight, and all her effort accomplished was making that cute butt wobble even more.

“Oh, let him have this, Rachel. You haven’t let him seen you jiggle like this for a whole year. That’s very selfish of you, isn’t it?”

She accented the lecture with a harder set of smacks just under the curve of each cheek. Rachel yelped, but stayed in position.

Mika was greatly enjoying herself, but she recognized in Rachel’s body language that her spankee was reaching her limits. She finished Rachel’s bottom with a peppering of sharp smacks.

On a whim, Mika decided one last gesture was in order. She rolled her finger under the fattiest part of Rachel’s glutes and pinched. Rachel jostled entertainingly, but Mika’s attention was drawn to the fact that her hand had come away damp.

“Rachel, are you getting turned on?”

Rachel whimpered. “Maybe a little.”

“Uh-huh. Alright, Miss Maybe-a-Little. Do you want me to show you what my Daddy did when I got a little too worked up over his knee?”

She didn’t expect Rachel to agree. And yet she did.

“Okay, then. Bertie!”

Bertie quickly withdrew his hand from under his drawstring. “Yes?”

“You and Jeff like the same kind of music, right? You know The Rattlin’ Bog?” She leaned back over Rachel. “Daddy used to play that song after a spanking. At first, I thought it didn’t make much sense – I mean, it was too late to cover up the noise.”

As she spoke, her fingers danced between Rachel’s thighs, tickling. Rachel giggled –and then gulped as Mika’s slim digit slid into her crevice. Mika began to rub lightly.

“You like that?”

Rachel nodded vigourously, then jumped as Mika brought her free hand down on her already-sore bottom. As the sting faded, Rachel groaned approvingly, her pitch rising as Mika inserted another finger.

“You’re into music, Rachel. You know what accelerando means?”

With the second finger inside, Mika began to rub faster, reaching farther. She dropped her hand down again with another satisfying smack. Her fingers were already slick with Rachel’s juice, but she kept the beat going. With each strike, her stroke intensified, reaching farther.

Bertie found his voice. “Mika, I think that’s enough—“

It was. Clamping Mika’s hand between her thighs, Rachel spasmed and gasped as if drowning. Her legs fluttered, and she was still, breathing heavily.

A warm glow had come over Mika, a heady mix of alcohol, arousal and essential oils. Retrieving her now-dripping fingers, she leaned over and kissed Rachel behind the ear.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered. Rachel could only grunt in reply and shakily rose to her feet, stumbling her way into Bertie’s arms.

Mika felt her eyes brimming. This older couple was just too cute. And another idea began to form.

“You guys want to have a three-way? I mean, I’m going to be gone in a few weeks, why not knock that one off the bucket list, too?” She got up, perhaps a little too quickly. Her legs were numb from carrying Rachel’s weight, and her head…

… Bertie might have been right about her limits.

“Hold that thought. Give me five minutes, and I will rock both of your worlds.”

***

Five minutes later, they found Mika sprawled out on their bed. She’d had every intention of following through on her promise, as her half-discarded clothes could attest.

“I guess that means no three-way, huh?” said Bertie.

“Don’t sound so disappointed. I didn’t even think you liked Mika.”

“She’s growing on me.”

Rachel winced. “Well, she did a number on my ass. Do you want to adjourn to the living room and rub my jiggly butt some more?”

“My dear, I would love nothing more.”

As their voices faded, Mika smiled. She was going to miss this place.