Subject: "Surrogate Mommy" F/F, cons, sex
From: jenmoo33@aol.com (Jenmoo33)
Date: 27 Jun 1999 12:11:59 -0700
Here's another story for all of you Julia and Lily fans. Remember- all questions, comments, and threats must be sent to secretgirl_33@yahoo.com or else I won't get them! Enjoy!
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I unlocked the door and walked into the living room, dropping my bag full of books for my research paper on the couch. I stretched and rubbed my shoulders a little bit. I went into the kitchen for a snack, knowing that any moment Julia would walk in, scolding me about spoiling my dinner. Sometimes she loved to play "the mommy," but I always loved to play "the brat," especially when it got me spanked!
I walked right past Julia's note as I headed to the fridge. I grabbed the milk, some Oreo's and a glass and sat down at the kitchen table. As I poured the milk, I spied a plaid jumper and white button-down shirt draped over the chair. Then I noticed Julia's note.
"Lily- put on your uniform and go straight to your room!" the note read, and my entire body tingles. I was in trouble, and I loved it!
We started role-playing a few weeks ago. Usually Julia played my "dean," and I played to failing college student who had to go explain herself. She started to tease me about how she would love to see me in a Catholic school uniform, even though we were both Jewish. I assumed that this was the "surprise" she had been promising me for a couple of days. I munched an Oreo and put on the uniform, which fit perfectly. I laughed and shook my head. Julia was good. I took a gulp of milk and went into our bedroom. "Where have you been, young lady?" Julia demanded. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Five o'clock?" I said, still unsure of what game we were playing.
"And didn't I tell you to come right home from school?" Julia said, firmly. "You've been having a lot of trouble obeying me lately, young lady."
I looked down and smoothed my pleated skirt. I started to understand what she was doing, and I grinned.
"And you find this amusing? Making Mommy worry?"
"No, ma'am," I said, softly, biting my lip so I wouldn't burst out laughing.
"Where were you?"
"Janie wanted me to come with her to pick flowers in her backyard, and then as I was walking home, there were girls playing hopscotch-," I said, making my voice very small.
"And I told you to be right at home at two thirty," Julia said, firmly. "I think you need to be punished."
"No, Mommy," I said, in a whiney voice.
She stood up and made quick strides over to me. I backed away, ready to struggle. She grabbed my wrist and started to pull me over to the bed.
"No!" I yelled. "No!"
"Yes," she said, firmly. "You're going right over my knee!"
I protested loudly as Julia pulled me down across her lap. I quickly felt her firm, strong hand against the seat of my jumper. I kicked my legs and pretended to be angry. I was tingling all over with pleasure, and I was waiting for her to lift my skirt.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I screamed.
"Is that any way to speak to your mother?" Julia scolded, and lifted up my skirt. "I guess I have a bratty little girl over my knee who needs a red bottom."
I stopped protesting because I wanted to ride to waves of pleasure that rippled through my body with each slap of her palm. Her hand rose and fell rhythmically, warming my bottom and stinging the backs of my bare thighs. She was spanking me the way I liked, hard and rhythmic. My light blonde hair brushed against my flaming face as my body jerked under her striking hand.
"I see we're calming down and taking our punishment like a good girl," Julia said, gently. "You know how Mommy hates to punish you."
Suddenly, I burst into tears. I jumped up off her lap and sat on the floor by the end of the bed.
"I can't-," I sobbed. "I can't. I'm sorry."
"Lily, what is it?" Julia said, as Julia. She sat down next to me on the floor and pulled me into her arms. She held me against her breast and brushed the hair from my face.
"Mommy never spanked me," I sobbed.
"Huh?" Julia said, and then sucked in her breath. "Oh! Oh-, oh, honey, I'm so sorry." She held me tighter and rocked me. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think that-. Oh, my God, I don't think I was thinking at all."
I cried for a little while in her arms. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, or what had come over me. I thought about it for a moment, and then I realized that when my mother had punished me, either by sending me to my room or making me sit in the corner, she always said she hated to do it.
"I'm sorry," I said, as I started to calm down. "I just want to get over it."
Julia wiped away a tear with her thumb.
"You lost your mother, honey. You can't just "get over it.""
"I shouldn't be this sad still," I complained.
"You can be sad for as long as you need to," Julia said. "It's okay. It's not consuming you or anything. You still go to school and work, and can then come home and cook spectacular meals for me and then study. It's okay if sometimes the sadness sneaks up on you and taps you on the shoulder."
I sat in her arms for a long time, letting her rock me and comfort me. I thought about how it was so perfect for Julia to be in my life, despite her degree in social work.
"Come out and sit on the couch. I'll make you some tea," Julia said.
Julia went into the kitchen, and I sat down on the couch. I was starting to feel a lot better, and I was a little sorry that I had an emotional outburst during what was a pretty fine spanking. Julia came out with the tea and rubbed my shoulders while I sipped.
"You're tense," she said.
"I did lots of heavy research this afternoon and then decided to carry half the library home. I was just starting to relax right before I started bawling my eyes out," I said. "That feels so good," I said, half-moaning, and her fingers gently traced small circles on my neck.
"We don't have to do any mother/daughter fantasies if you don't want to," she said, softly.
"Not yet," I said. "But-, I'd kind of like to finish what we started."
"Well, I noticed that you were eating Oreos before dinner, miss," Julia said. "You know how cookies spoil your appetite."
"Well, I can eat Oreos when ever I want," I said, belligerently. "You can't stop me."
"Oh, I can't?" Julia purred in my ear. "Let's just see about that."
She took my teacup and put it on the coffee table. She grabbed my wrist and guided me over her lap. I didn't protest this time. She immediately lifted my skirt.
"Now, where was I?" she said, rubbing my bottom. "Oh, yes, I was-," SMACK! "Spanking," SMACK! "Your," SMACK! "Bottom," SMACK!
My tears were quickly forgotten as I felt the moisture grow between my legs. My bottom had already been primed from the earlier spanking and was quickly made tender by Julia's striking hand. I moaned with pleasure as I felt her fingers in the elastic of my panties, easing them down over my warmed bottom. The window was open a crack because I could feel a cool spring breeze against my bare skin. I felt Julia lean down and kiss my bottom.
"You have the cutest bum!" she exclaimed, and I giggled. "Now, where was I?"
Soon a hard rain of slaps descended on my bare bottom. I was quickly kicking and jerking around so much that Julia held me tightly around my waist. I let out a few, involuntary moans, even though the sting of her hand was quite painful. Julia stopped for a moment to rub my bottom, which by now had to be crimson. I felt a throb between my legs, and I knew I had to have her.
"I want you," I whispered.
"Oh, who said I was done with you, Miss Oreo-Eater?" she teased, tracing circles around my bottom with her fingernails. "What am I going to do with a naughty roommate who doesn't listen to her wise, social-worker girlfriend?"
"Wise?" I said, laughing, only to feel a sharp slap across one of my cheeks. She sent another series of rapid fire slaps across my bottom.
"You know what you need, Miss Lily," she said, rubbing my bottom.
"What?"
"You need a sound paddling," she said, and I moaned. She had been dropping small hints and threats about buying a paddle to use on me. At first, I was nervous about the idea, but the more she talked about it, the more the thought aroused me.
She sent a few more good, hard slaps across my bottom and then let me up. I quickly pulled her in my arms and reached into her shirt to undo her bra.
"My, someone wants to make love," she teased, kissing my neck and driving me mad.
I kicked off my panties as I cupped my hand over her soft breast. She lifted the jumper over my head and started to work the buttons on my shirt. I caressed her breast gently, and she sighed deeply, unbuttoning my shirt with her eyes half-closed.
We spent a long time on the couch gently kissing and caressing. We both concluded the session with soft orgasms and lay in each other's arms for a while.
I fell asleep for a few moments and woke up to a loud growl in my tummy.
"Are you hungry, hon?" Julia said, gently.
"Haven't eaten since noon," I said. "Except for that one Oreo."
"You had a rough afternoon," Julia said. "I'll cook. Where's the phone book?"
I laughed.
"What's the special tonight, Jules?"
"I don't know," she said. "I'll call the Thai place."
"Making your specialty tonight, huh, Jules? What is it again? Oh, yeah. Home delivery," I teased, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck while she dialed the phone.
"You just wait until I buy a p-, Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery," Julia said. When she hung up the phone, she turned to me. "I will have you bent over the arm of the couch for a sound paddling one of these days," she said, softly and seductively.
My whole body shuddered as I pulled her into my arms for another kiss.