Subject: "Julia and Lily" F/F, con, sex
From: jenmoo33@aol.com (Jenmoo33)
Date: 26 Jun 1999 00:15:36 -0700
Hey, everyone! Your encouragement has been very inspirational, so I thought I'd write up another story. This is a gentle little ditty, F/F, consensual, with non-descriptive sex. I'm still pretty new at writing spanking scenes- I hope that in time I will improve. Remember: send all comments, complaints, and threats of spankings to secretgirl_33@yahoo.com. Enjoy!
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We were finally doing it. We were moving in together. This made me happy for a number of reasons. The second biggest being that I wouldn't have to deal with drunken sorority girls at 3 am anymore. I was getting a little too old for the college antics, even though I was only 21.
The biggest reason of moving in with Julia was that I loved her, of course. Not that gushy kind of love, not the silly teenage kind, but true, bonafide, fight-about-socks kind of love. I spent so much time at her small apartment in Brighton that she started telling me that I ought to pay rent. So I jumped at the offer.
It was May, finals were over, and we found our one bedroom apartment to move into on June 1st. I won't live in the city. I tried to convince Julia to move to the boonies. The problem was that Julia worked in Downtown Boston, and she hated to drive. The commute would have driven her insane, pardon the pun. We compromised and found a nice apartment in the suburbs. The location pleased Julia because we were walking distance from the commuter train, and it pleased me because there were lots of trees and there was a playground within walking distance. As I was saying before about being mature…
We had two weeks between the time that my finals ended and the moving date. I decided to leave most of my things at my father's house and stay with Julia until we moved.
"As long as you help me pack," she said.
"Can't Doohickey do it?" I said, half-whining. Doohickey was Julia's cat. I still don't know why she named her cat Doohickey.
She sighed and shook her head.
The best part of May was that my job at the day camp didn't start until the middle of June. I was thinking about babysitting or something to make a little pocket money, but usually right after finals, all I want to do is sit in front of the TV with a pint of Haagen Dazs. Naturally, it made Julia a little crazy that I was sitting around and she was at work all day.
"Hi, Jules," I said as she came in and put her bag down on the loveseat.
"Is that all you did all day?" she said, in a harder tone. She went into the kitchen, and came back with an annoyed look on her face. "Did you forget something?"
"Huh?" I said. "Oh, the dishes. I'll do them before I start cooking dinner."
"You can't do them before I get home?"
"What's up, Jules?" I said, leading her to the couch. She sat down and I climbed up behind her, starting to rub her shoulders. "You're so tense."
"I'm sorry," she said, rubbing her temples. "I'm working with a patient who's borderline."
"Borderline?"
"It's a little hard to explain. She's almost psychotic, but not quite. Patients with a borderline personality tend to get under everyone's skin. They kind of suck you into their emotions, and then you bring them home and take them out on your beautiful girlfriend," she said, turning to me and giving me a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Well, you can relax," I said. "You're home, I'm not borderline, and I'm going to cook you and very nice dinner."
I got up and went into the kitchen. I put on the kettle and did the dishes. When the water boiled, I brewed some chamomile tea and brought it to Julia.
"Thank you," she said, softly. "What are you making for dinner?"
"Never you mind," I said, turning off the TV. "Quiet or soft music?"
"Quiet," she said. "I think I'm going to take a bath."
"You do that, and I'll cook dinner."
"How long do I have?"
"Half an hour to forty-five minutes."
I went into the kitchen. Julia needed something warm and comforting. I pulled the vegetable broth out of the freezer and put it in the microwave to thaw. I started to wash and cut up chicken. I stir-fried the chicken. By that time the vegetable broth had thawed. I cut up some vegetable and threw it in the broth. I went into the bedroom to see how Julia was doing.
I knocked on the bathroom door.
"How's it going?"
"Fine," she said, sounding a little lighter. "How much time do I have?"
"Dinner will be on the table in ten minutes," I said.
"Okay."
I finished cooking and set the table. Julia came to the table in sweats and a tee shirt.
"Ooo, chicken and couscous stew. How did you know?" she said.
"Comfort food," I said.
She was quiet throughout the meal. I could tell that she was tired. She was a social worker, and I knew her job was difficult at times. She sat at the kitchen table while I washed the dishes.
"I forgot to ask you how your day was," Julia said.
"You know, rolled out of bed at about noon, parked myself on the couch, and pretty much stayed there all day," I said.
"Ahhh, to be in college again," she said. "So is that your plan for the rest of the week."
"Well, that and getting chewed out by you when you're grumpy," I said.
"Why, Lily, do I sense some latent hostility?" she purred.
I couldn't help myself. The flour canister was right there, and I had just washed the last dish. I pulled the cover off the flour and grabbed a good handful.
"I curse your degree in social work!" I said, and threw the flour at her. Most of it hit her in the forehead and covered the top of her head. "How's that for latent hostility?" I said, with a grin on my face.
She sighed deeply and a sly grin spread across her face.
"You brat!" she exclaim. "I ought to spank your bottom!"
I started to giggle. She was always threatening me with a spanking, but the most she had ever done was give me light slaps on my bottom.
"Oh, you think this is funny," she said.
"Sure do," I said, laughing out loud.
"Then I am going to spank your bottom," she said, coming over to me and grabbing my arm.
"Oh, no, Julia, not that!" I said, pretending to resist. She sat down on the chair and pulled me over her lap. I was laughing, and I started to laugh harder when she started to give me a light spanking with her hand. All I was wearing was a pair of thin cotton boxer shorts, and each soft slap of her hand sent small tingles of pleasure throughout my body.
We were both giggling like mad when she let me up. I finished picking up the kitchen.
"Want some sorbet?" I said.
"Only if I don't have to wear it," she said.
I made each of us a bowl of peach sorbet and we went into the living room. She turned on the Discovery Channel and turned the volume down low.
"You know," she said, "I really should have given you a good spanking."
She looked right into my eyes and bit her lip, nervously measuring my response. I felt a tingle between my legs and a small tickle in my tummy. I giggled, with only a small part of me thinking she was kidding.
"I kind of liked having you draped across my knee," she said, softly and a little timidly.
I leaned in a kissed her lips. I didn't think she was kidding, but I couldn't be sure that she was serious. She liked to tease me.
After Julia turned out the light when we were both in bed, I pulled her into my arms.
"Jules?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Were you serious about, um-, spanking me?" I said, nervously. "I mean, um-, well, I'm not sure what I mean-,"
"I think I understand what you mean," she said, "and, yes, I was very serious."
"It kind of felt good-, I mean, the spanking you gave me earlier," I said, feeling a little braver.
"Would you like another spanking?"
We lay quietly for a moment. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach. I felt deep longing, mixed with sexual desire, mixed with discomfort.
"Yes?" I said, timidly.
"Okay," she said, sitting up. She moved over to the edge of the bed.
"Now?" I said, trying to control to nervousness in my voice.
"Well, you do need to be taught a lesson from the flour fiasco," she said, her tone very light. "Maybe you should come over my knee."
"Okay."
I lay across her lap, my heart pounding in anticipation mixed with a little trepidation.
"If you don't like it or it's too much, tell me, okay?" she said.
"Okay."
She started by rubbing my bottom and the backs of my thighs. Suddenly, I felt her body jerk and her hand come down hard on my bottom. I jumped a little, startled by the force of the blow. She continued to spank me, firmly and rhythmically. I started to relax and felt the desire rise in my body. I started to feel a little warmth and sting, even though I was wearing panties.
"You were a naughty girl tonight," Julia said, firmly, sending more sharp slaps across my bottom.
"Yes, I was," I said. "But you deserved it."
"Oh, did I?" SPANK. SPANK. "Well, then I think I need to pull down your panties and spank your bare bottom."
"Do you?" I said, starting to wiggle a little from the sting. She stopped spanking and gently slipped her fingers underneath the elastic of my panties. My body shuttered with pleasure. I sighed heavily. I could feel the cool air on my slightly warmed bottom.
"You have the cutest bum!" Julia said, rubbing me gently. "I can't wait to get it nice and red."
I was startled again by the first stinging slap on my bare bottom. She increased the frequency and force of her slaps, and I kicked a little. Although it hurt a bit, the spreading warmth across my bottom and the moments between the slaps added to my deep desire for her. I wanted Julia. I wanted to kiss her all over her beautiful body.
"I hope you're learning your lesson, young lady," she scolded, fervently spanking my bare bottom.
"Oh, yes," I moaned.
"You sound like you're enjoying having your bottom warmed," Julia purred.
"I want you."
Julia stopped spanking me. I jumped up and pushed her onto her back. We spent most of the night making sweet love.
On June 1st, we moved into our apartment. At the end of the day, we both sat on the couch, tired and stressed out.
"We have one more thing to take care of," Julia said.
"What's that?"
"Housewarming," she said with a sly grin, and I felt a tingle between my legs.