Short Shorts, Lesbian Spanking Stories

Short Shorts-2

Once Dusty moved into Madeline’s flat, it seemed their spirited clashes were happening even more frequently.

“You can stay here as long as there’s no booze, no drugs, no cigarettes, no sloppiness, and no bitchy back talk,” Madeline informed her.

“Well, that’s a pleasant welcome,” Dusty replied. By then she was getting used to Madeline’s sometimes biting edicts. Usually she ignored them and went about her business doing exactly what she wanted to do. But as she listened to Madeline’s litany of rules, she hoped she hadn’t made a mistake deciding to live with her. The idea of giving up all her vices, except s*x, of course, didn’t set well with her.

And, if she really thought about it, there was something disturbing her about the whole thing, about being so submissive to Madeline’s domineering will. Yet Dusty being Dusty, she didn’t waste time on self-reflection or deep pondering. Like everything else, she’d ride it out and blow the whole scene if it got too messy.

As it turned out, however, one hot sultry afternoon, Dusty discovered that disturbing something, and was forced to confront it face to face.

“Hey, where are you going?” Madeline asked as she noticed the girl going out. She had on her short shorts and the red high heels. Her make-up shouted to the world “slut.”

“Going? No place special,” Dusty answered innocently.

Madeline never liked her dressed this way, at least not so other people could see. Secretly, it made Dusty even more attractive to her, though she’d never tell her that.

“No place special? That’s a recipe for trouble. Where are you going?” Madeline insisted.

“What are you, my warden?” she fumed, though not enough that Madeline would let her go. Truth was, she wanted a drink and the only way she’d get it was by going out.

“Don’t get sassy with me, little miss.”

“I’m not, sweetie,” Dusty replied, suddenly changing her tune. She sidled up next to Madeline, ran her hand down her lover’s thigh, and kissed her gently on the ear. “I’m going out for the afternoon, thought I’d shop, it’s almost your birthday, you know.”

Madeline looked at her suspiciously but had no reason to keep her locked away. Besides, she was due downstairs for the afternoon shift in the diner.

“You know, love, if I ever find you’re lying to me, I’ll come after you with the spoon, and I won’t care where you are. Being honest is very important to me.”

Dusty looked at her curiously. “Why would you say a thing like that?”

“Just a feeling.”

“Aw, c’mon, I’m not stupid,” she answered lightly. She smiled and waved good-bye, off to her favorite bar, the thought of a good stiff shot was making her mouth water. A little buzz was exactly what she wanted, so she ignored the twinge of guilt that was suddenly gnawing at her.

The lie, the bar, the drink, it was a stupid blunder.

Less than an hour later, Madeline marched into the Pink Slipper Lounge, wooden spoon in hand, her eyes fixed angrily on Dusty who was sitting on a barstool, sipping vodka and seven.

“Going shopping? Birthday presents? You blatant little liar!” Madeline accused.

Too bad Dusty wasn’t yet drunk enough not to care. “I just stopped for a quick one?”

There were a half dozen people in the bar, everyone witnessing the astounding sight of Madeline’s temper about to play out on Dusty’s bottom. There were few secrets in this town, and the relationship between them was not one of them. “You think I wouldn’t find out!” Madeline said.

“Please, not here, Maddy,” Dusty purred.

“Don’t play sweet with me, slut, I’ll do you here and again at home.”

“Please,” she pleaded a little more emphatically.

“I don’t think you realize how much trouble you’re in. My rules are law, and the first rule is your honesty. I won’t tolerate your lying to me. And if you don’t like that, Miss Short Shorts, you can blow this town just like you have every other place.”

The threat startled her. For some reason, she suddenly cared what Madeline thought. She really wanted to stay. It mattered a lot, even if she didn’t know why. “I don’t want that,” Dusty answered trying to calm her with a soothing voice.

Unfortunately, the smell of alcohol on the girl’s breath only made Madeline more furious.

“Well, if you don’t want to leave, then you’d better learn once and for all that I mean business.”

With one swift movement, Madeline pulled the girl off the barstool. Quickly grabbing one of the Slipper’s straight back chairs, she sat down, pulling Dusty over her lap. With no preamble, she began to spank her bottom while the whole place watched in awe.

The wooden spoon landed squarely across Dusty’s bottom, the round derriere bobbing inside the tight shorts. It was a familiar sight: the denim stretched taut with her rear cheeks beneath, and in this position, the flesh popped out even more obviously than it did when she was walking.

“Ouch! My gawd, ouch!” Dusty yelled. She wiggled furiously, but she knew that neither her protests, nor her wiggling would do any good.

Madeline leveled a good dozen smacks across the exposed flesh. It was a perfect target. Her bottom burned as if it had been set on fire. Madeline had never thrashed her so hard; but then again, Dusty had never seen her so pissed off.

“You will never, ever, lie to me again, you little tramp!” the woman charged. “And this is not all you’re getting! I’m just getting warmed up!”

“God, Madeline, please, pleeese stop!’ Dusty pleaded. She’d do anything, anything at all to escape this current humiliation, though it seemed that Madeline didn’t care one bit that there were a dozen eyes staring at the sight. In fact, the audience appeared to grow with each smack.

“Please,” she pleaded. Tears were turning to sobs, and her sobs were beginning to have a decided effect on her lover. The tempo of the smacks decreased until they abruptly stopped.

“I’m not done,” Madeline informed her.

Smack! She let loose with a last emphatic whack.

“Get yourself home now, we’ll finish this there.”

It didn’t take two seconds for Dusty to get up and bolt through the crowd of on-lookers and out the bar door. Madeline stared passively at the gathered audience, and not making any apologies, she rose too, though she exited the Pink Slipper with a proud self-satisfied swagger.

“How could you do that to me?” Dusty shouted when they had returned to the apartment.

“How could you lie to me?” Madeline countered.

The girl was hastily throwing her clothes into her suitcase.

“So, I see you’re going to split just as I figured,” Madeline said.

“How can I stay here? With the whole town having seen that.”

“You can stay if you want—if you really care enough. I suppose it was just a lark for you. You were planning to go anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh?”

Dusty wasn’t sure what she thought.

“Well, I do know one thing,” Madeline said. “You’ll not stay here if you intend to keep lying to me.”

“I didn’t want to lie, I just wanted a little freedom,” Dusty tried to explain.

“That’s fine,” Madeline shrugged, “have your freedom.”

Dusty’s heart sank. In spite of the humiliation she’d just endured and Madeline’s ridiculous rules, she knew something was slipping away from her.

“What do I have to do?” Her voice was hushed; she dreaded the answer. “Finish what we started in the bar, for openers.”

Her butt was horribly sore, but that was not the worst of what she faced.

“And if I do?”

“Don’t bother, unless you really want to stay, because if you do, I expect you to give me a little more than just a half-assed effort. I expect a little more than just a teensy little s****l corner of your heart.”

Dusty looked at her completely startled.

“Yeah, I think it’s called love,” Madeline verified.

The word was one that Dusty was good at avoiding, but the sound of it was so tantalizing, she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she’d missed the point of the last few months.

“Do you really love me?” the girl asked.

Madeline nodded. “Yes, I love you. I’m surprised you hadn’t figured it out by now.”

Dusty sighed deeply. She bit her lip and tried to think, though thinking didn’t seem to be working, nothing about this made sense. Spying the wooden spoon lying on the table, she couldn’t stop looking at it. Finally, in one impulsive gesture, she picked it up and handed it to Madeline.

Please, finish,” Dusty said. She pushed her shorts down over her hips.

Without another word, Madeline was in her chair with Dusty over her lap and the paddle was again coming down on the girl’s behind.

The fierce slaps pelted her already warmed bottom. They brought the painful sting back to life in seconds, and Dusty was wailing. “Oh, my gawd, oh!”

Madeline was relieved to feel the spoon in her hand. It felt very good and very right. It was the way it was supposed to be taming her headstrong young lover.

Dusty’s bottom was glowing bright red. The beautiful blush on her cheeks was rising nicely. In fact, the more Madeline brandished the spoon, the more Dusty’s tender flesh burned, the more satisfied Madeline was.

“Ouch, ow, ow, ouch,” the girl began to wail. And when there was a momentary pause in the ruthless strikes, she raised a heartfelt plea, “Madeline, I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t just a line this time, she actually sounded sincere.

The more Madeline paddled, the more Dusty simply accepted. She was yielding to the punishment in a way she never had before. Her bottom was hot, fiery hot, so hot, that the burn was becoming erotic again, just as it often had, though now it was more arousing than ever before. She moved with it, hoping that her sensuous moments would turn Madeline on too.

“Oh, oh, oooooh, oh my gawd!” she moaned. Her hips gyrated against her lover’s lap, and all the horrible nastiness washed away, replaced by incredible s****l desire. Oh, if she’d only take her right now, everything would be perfect. But that was not to be. Finishing with a flourish, she pushed Dusty from her lap. “Go to your room.”

“What?” Dusty stood, looking at her incredulously.

“No making love, not now. I want you to think about everything that’s happened today. And I want straight answers, not a bunch of bullshit. You do understand what I mean?”

“I think so,” Dusty said.

“I don’t want you half way, Dusty, but you’re the one that has to decide.”

The question was too serious to answer that instant. And after looking at Madeline’s grave expression for a few moments. Dusty decided that, yes, it was best to think about it, and so she rose and padded off to her room.

A couple of hours later, Madeline knocked on her door.

“Come in,” Dusty answered.

They stared at each other for some time without speaking, and then Madeline took a seat beside her on the bed.

“So, is it for keeps?” Madeline finally asked.

“Yeah, it is,” Dusty said. The girl had stripped away the sassy edge, the sly smile, the devious twinkle, and all the little games that went with her typical attitude.

“It bugged me for awhile,” she added.

“What’s that?” Madeline said.

“Being in love, I mean really in love.”

“And...?”

“Well, I guess I am. I mean I wanted to leave in the worst way but I couldn’t. I don’t even want to give up the spankings. I guess I need them, and I need you.” She shrugged. Confessions of love aren’t easy for “footloose” young girls. “I didn’t know all that until now,” she added.

Madeline smiled. She leaned in to kiss Dusty’s soft mouth, and her hands reached out and began to fondle her sensuous body. Reaching inside the girl’s blouse, she massaged the robust mounds of breast that were falling from her bra.

“Let’s see your rear,” Madeline said. She turned the girl over on her tummy, and pulled down the shorts one more time. “Ah, how nice, there are still some marks, not many, but I can tell.” Her soft hands caressed the tender cheeks, and a torrent of erotic feelings gathered in them both. Devouring each other for the next hour, they made love with a passion far beyond anything they’d experienced before.

Afterwards, they lay talking, enjoying the new direction their relationship had taken.

With a smile on her face, Dusty reached down to the end of the bed and picked up her short shorts and gazing questioningly at the frayed white garment.

“Perhaps I should get rid of these,” she said.

“What?” Madeline replied shocked.

“I mean, you hate them so much.”

“No! Never! Don’t ever get rid of them, I love them. They’re you. And when your butt’s inside them, you swish that ass of yours so seductively it makes me cream my pants.”

Dusty’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, I love it,” Madeline affirmed. “You’ve always been my Miss Short Shorts and I imagine that’s not going to change.