The following is a passage from my novel Not To Choose, which is available to buy through Smashwords. It comes fairly late in the novel. Karen is Black, and in her late 30s. She made friends with Jo, the protagonist, and came out to her as lesbian because of Jo experimenting with bisexuality. At this stage, Jo has also come out to Karen about being into BDSM, and Karen expressed curiosity, asking Jo to give her her first spanking. After Jo explains about how consensual BDSM works, Karen joins her in the bedroom…
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Jo sat on Karen’s bed and patted her lap, “Here you go.” Karen hung her jacket on the door and shuffled across the room while Jo positioned a pillow for Karen to rest her head.
“Oh, yes, that’s a good idea, thanks,” Karen giggled nervously. Jo shuffled to make sure she was comfortable. Karen rested her belly on Jo’s thighs, both still wearing their office clothes. Jo admired Karen’s long legs as she stretched out along the full length of the bed. There was something alluring about her dark skin and black tights. Karen shuffled her head in the pillow, rested her hands on either side of it, and turned back. Jo met her gaze.
Karen grinned, “I never ever imagined I would ever do anything like this. And yet here I am!”
“Yes you are,” Jo smiled, “Are you ready?”
Jo felt Karen’s chest heave with a deep breath. “Not even slightly, but there’s no way I’m stopping now.”
Jo rested her left hand on Karen’s shoulder blade and stroked her buttocks through her skirt. Karen exhaled slowly. Jo patted her and Karen gave a little squeak of surprise. Jo waited until her friend settled, and gave a slightly harder slap.
“Oh!” Karen exclaimed, and kicked her ankles. Jo giggled, and gave another slap, this time noticing how Karen’s soft flesh felt under her hand and watching the ripples under the fabric. Karen sighed heavily.
Jo stroked her friend’s hair and fiddled with her blouse, “That was just a warm-up. You wanted a spanking, and that’s what you’re going to get.” Karen’s breath caught. Jo used her fingers to stroke Karen’s back between her shoulder blades, through her blouse. Karen sighed again.
“Ready for it to get a bit harder?”
“Okay,” Karen stammered. Jo brushed her bottom with her spanking hand, small circles to relax her. She waited for a moment, then landed a sharper smack. Karen yelped and jumped slightly.
“That really stung,” she protested.
“But not too badly?” Jo checked.
“No. I mean, ‘Green.’ But, gosh!”
“Want a few more?”
Karen nodded mutely, face down in the pillow.
“Brace yourself,” Jo warned, and spanked her. She placed several swats at a leisurely, regular, pace. Karen squeaked or yelped each time, and squirmed until Jo stopped.
“You’re slipping off the edge of the bed, Kaz,” she warned.
“Oh. Yes, sorry,” Karen lifted herself on elbows and knees to wriggle back into a secure position. “Thank you,” she said, and settled her stomach back on Jo’s lap. “Okay, I’m ready now.”
Jo’s slap was harder, and echoed around the small bedroom. Karen’s squeal was also louder and she reached back to rub her buttock with her palm.
“Ow, that one really hurt,” she grumbled.
Karen paused, and Jo worried for a moment.
“Green,” Karen said.
“Okay. If you reach back again, should I stop you?”
“No, don’t stop me. I would start to panic if that happened.”
“Okay. Let me know when you’re ready for me to start again.”
Karen settled on the pillow and took several deep breaths. “Okay, I’m ready, I think.” Jo massaged her shoulders to relax her.
“Right, here it comes.” Jo smacked her friend’s bottom again. Karen tensed and grunted, and Jo saw her fingers clench into the duvet. After a pause for Karen to relax, Jo added another smack. This time, Karen kicked her legs from the knee. Jo didn’t wait for Karen to settle, but added another smack and another.
“Ow ow ow! Stop!”
Jo bit her lip, but added another smack. Karen protested again, and jumped.
“Kaz, you’re slipping off the bed again. Check in, please?” Jo asked.
“Yellow,” Karen stammered as she manoeuvred herself back onto the bed.
“Well done. Never feel ashamed to safeword,” Jo reassured, “Shall we take a break, or should I dial it back?”
“I just need a few moments. Oh, God, my bum is throbbing so much.” Karen caressed her bottom with both hands as she sighed on the bed. Jo waited for her friend to resume her position.
“Okay, ‘green’ again,” Karen smiled.
“Good girl,” Jo smiled, “I’m going to keep going until you stop me now, is that okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” Karen squeaked.
Jo weighted her smacks at the strength where Karen had hesitated to say ‘Green’ before but tried to make them faster. Karen’s squeaks delighted her, accompanied by the flexing of fingers and ankles, disturbing the bedclothes.
“Oh, oh, no more,” Karen begged. Jo was confident her friend could stop her if she needed to, so she kept going. Karen kicked and gripped the duvet tightly, and groaned. Jo felt nervousness tighten her chest, but wanted to be sure her friend had the experience she wanted. She continued but when she noticed her friend became less responsive, she paused.
“Check in, Karen.”
“Yellow,” It was quiet, but emphatic.
“Well done,” Jo said, “Is it okay if I say we’ll stop now?”
“Okay, then. Come here,” Jo reached to hug her. Karen clung to Jo like a lifesaver. “Thank you, Jo, thank you,” she panted.
“You were fantastic,” Jo said, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
Karen sniffed, “But, why? You were doing it as a favour?”
“Because it’s always a special experience, that’s why, and because you were wonderful. You did really well, I’m so proud.”
Karen blinked and looked into Jo’s eyes, “Really?”
“Yes, you’re a special, wonderful woman and you just shared something like that with me. I feel very privileged.”
Karen nuzzled into Jo’s embrace.
“How was it for you? Did you get what you wanted?” Jo asked. There was a pause while Karen seemed to process her experience.
“Yes. Thank you. It was, oh, I can’t describe it. My bum feels so sore and yet so wonderful, and on fire. It’s so weird.” She shook her head to clear it, “And, it felt like, I don’t know, when you were actually smacking me, it felt like I was, you know, transported somewhere.”
“And when I pressed on, when you were saying ‘no’?”
“I didn’t believe you would actually do that. And then you did. It was scary, but fun, like a roller coaster.”
Jo squeezed her friend, “I’m glad I got it right.”
Karen smiled dreamily, “Yes, you did. Thank you so much.”
Later, over a drink and a snack, Karen said, “I still don’t know what to make of it, or if I ever want to do it again, but, thank you for an experience that, well, that I asked for.”
“I’m glad you got what you needed,” Jo smiled, “There is one more thing you should do. Before the colour fades, go in the bathroom and check out your bum in the mirror. Trust me, it’s a big part of it.”