First Spanking (Lesbian Domination and Submission, Spanking, Femdom) by Tara Cummings Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Tara Cummings
wanted to go out and dance. Big whoop right?
I decided to brave it and leave my lights on. What’s the worst that could happen? She asks me to go and I just say no? Simple as that.
I’ll admit, I did a little happy dance when I heard her walk by my apartment. I put my celebrations on hold as I listened for her door to open. I heard her fumbling for her keys in her purse.
Then a pause.
My ear felt cold from the cool air outside as I pressed it closer against the door, listening for more clues. I looked down at my wrinkled pajamas and my pint sized ice cream carton in my hand. A breathy sigh left my mouth when I came to the realization of how much of a loser I was. There I was paranoid that someone would actually ask me to do something. It was kind of funny.
I shot back to attention when I heard her turn and walk back towards MY door. Two knocks later, I rolled my eyes and set down my ice cream. The game was up.
“Hey,” she said with a smile as soon as I opened the door.
“Hey,” I said with less enthusiasm, trying to go for the tired look.
“Want to head out around ten?”
“I don’t know.” I wished I could do a believable fake yawn. Why was I such a pushover? Why couldn’t I just say no?
“Oh, c’mon. I know you’ll have fun.” She said with a bright smile.
“I don’t know if I have anything to wear. What type of club is it?” I said as I searched for every pitiful attempt not to go.
“I have the best dress for you. You have the perfect body for it. It’ll make the men there drool. I’ll be right back.” She said, turning around and heading to her apartment before I could object.
I wasn’t too excited about borrowing one of her dresses. I was glad that none of my friends were around this weekend to see this. I imagined it wasn’t going to be pretty. I ran into Becky at one of the bars on Main Street once; she looked more like a hooker than a college student in a tight red dress that left very little to the imagination. I’m not going to lie, I like to dress up and look sexy when I go out on the town, but I like to do it with at least a little style and class.
By the time I put the ice cream away in the freezer, Becky came back with a shiny grey dress. Totally not my style on so many levels. Even on the hanger it looked tiny, I didn’t know how I would ever fit in it.
“Try it on.” She said, jutting the dress towards me.
“Um, okay.” I tried to put on a smile and entertain her. I was too much of a people pleaser.
She followed me to my bedroom. She’s cute and all, but I usually didn’t do anything with girls and I wanted to tell her that I needed privacy. If she had been one of my girlfriends, I would’ve had no problem getting naked in front of her. However, just stripping down to my bra and panties felt awkward. To her, it seemed like no big deal. She looked at me, wondering why I was taking so long.
Her eyes lit up and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. It was so wrong on me. It was a one shoulder dress, perfect if I wanted to go clubbing down on Jersey Shore or something ridiculous that I never did. Not so appropriate for a college town.
She looked me up and down. “You’ll have to ditch the bra and wear a thong, but otherwise you look fucking hot.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I have heels that match it. Are you about a size seven?”
“Yeah, but you don’t think it’s too much? Or too little?” I corrected myself with a nervous chuckle.
“No way, I’ll be right back.”
She ran off in her enthusiastic speed walk. I tossed my bra to the floor and changed into a black thong. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone out in public wearing so little.
It looked better without the pink strap of my bra sticking out, but still so not my look. It was extremely tight, like skin tight. However, I did like the way it made my breasts look, one of the
I decided to brave it and leave my lights on. What’s the worst that could happen? She asks me to go and I just say no? Simple as that.
I’ll admit, I did a little happy dance when I heard her walk by my apartment. I put my celebrations on hold as I listened for her door to open. I heard her fumbling for her keys in her purse.
Then a pause.
My ear felt cold from the cool air outside as I pressed it closer against the door, listening for more clues. I looked down at my wrinkled pajamas and my pint sized ice cream carton in my hand. A breathy sigh left my mouth when I came to the realization of how much of a loser I was. There I was paranoid that someone would actually ask me to do something. It was kind of funny.
I shot back to attention when I heard her turn and walk back towards MY door. Two knocks later, I rolled my eyes and set down my ice cream. The game was up.
“Hey,” she said with a smile as soon as I opened the door.
“Hey,” I said with less enthusiasm, trying to go for the tired look.
“Want to head out around ten?”
“I don’t know.” I wished I could do a believable fake yawn. Why was I such a pushover? Why couldn’t I just say no?
“Oh, c’mon. I know you’ll have fun.” She said with a bright smile.
“I don’t know if I have anything to wear. What type of club is it?” I said as I searched for every pitiful attempt not to go.
“I have the best dress for you. You have the perfect body for it. It’ll make the men there drool. I’ll be right back.” She said, turning around and heading to her apartment before I could object.
I wasn’t too excited about borrowing one of her dresses. I was glad that none of my friends were around this weekend to see this. I imagined it wasn’t going to be pretty. I ran into Becky at one of the bars on Main Street once; she looked more like a hooker than a college student in a tight red dress that left very little to the imagination. I’m not going to lie, I like to dress up and look sexy when I go out on the town, but I like to do it with at least a little style and class.
By the time I put the ice cream away in the freezer, Becky came back with a shiny grey dress. Totally not my style on so many levels. Even on the hanger it looked tiny, I didn’t know how I would ever fit in it.
“Try it on.” She said, jutting the dress towards me.
“Um, okay.” I tried to put on a smile and entertain her. I was too much of a people pleaser.
She followed me to my bedroom. She’s cute and all, but I usually didn’t do anything with girls and I wanted to tell her that I needed privacy. If she had been one of my girlfriends, I would’ve had no problem getting naked in front of her. However, just stripping down to my bra and panties felt awkward. To her, it seemed like no big deal. She looked at me, wondering why I was taking so long.
Her eyes lit up and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. It was so wrong on me. It was a one shoulder dress, perfect if I wanted to go clubbing down on Jersey Shore or something ridiculous that I never did. Not so appropriate for a college town.
She looked me up and down. “You’ll have to ditch the bra and wear a thong, but otherwise you look fucking hot.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, I have heels that match it. Are you about a size seven?”
“Yeah, but you don’t think it’s too much? Or too little?” I corrected myself with a nervous chuckle.
“No way, I’ll be right back.”
She ran off in her enthusiastic speed walk. I tossed my bra to the floor and changed into a black thong. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone out in public wearing so little.
It looked better without the pink strap of my bra sticking out, but still so not my look. It was extremely tight, like skin tight. However, I did like the way it made my breasts look, one of the
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