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All She Can Think Aboutby Samantha Danvers
Bree Thompson was already ready to go to the big game, but knowing it would be awhile before her roommate, Angie, was done getting dressed, she plunked down in front of the computer to check her email. Both seniors at the University of Colorado, the two friends had shared an off-campus apartment since their sophomore year. Though living off campus did have its advantages, it could also be expensive at times, which was why the two girls cut costs wherever they could. One of the ways they did that was to share a computer and an internet connection, and with the computer set up the in the living room, they both had easy access to it. Unfortunately, that also meant they used the same email account. That wasn’t too difficult since their provider allowed them to have multiple email addresses on the same account, but it meant that when an email came in, they just had to make sure they checked who the intended recipient was. And though both girls tried hard to respect each other’s privacy when it came to their email, occasionally one of them would inadvertently open a message belonging to the other girl.
Which was what Bree did just then. Seeing that the message was from Kelley, a friend of Angie’s from another college, she quickly realized her mistake and was about to close the email when a sentence caught her eye. Poor girl! After a paddling like that, I’m surprised you can even sit down.
Bree’s brow furrowed in confusion as she re-read the sentence. She knew she should stop, but her curiosity overrode her desire to respect her friend’s privacy, and almost against her will, she found herself reading more. Apparently, the other girl had replied to an email Angie had sent out that morning about the spanking her long-time boyfriend, Jack, had given her the night before.
Bree’s eyes went wide at that, positive that she must have made a mistake, and read the words over again just to be sure. Even more shocking was that Kelley not only thought the spanking sounded “yummy,” but was actually jealous! Lucky you! were the other girl’s actual words. It seemed that Kelley wasn’t getting all that many spankings herself lately since her boyfriend was taking such a heavy course-load this semester. At least I can live vicariously through you, Kelley wrote.
Knowing she shouldn’t be reading Angie’s private email, but unable to help herself, Bree used the down arrow on the keyboard until she found the original message her friend had sent to Kelley. Her green eyes went even wider as she read what Angie had written.
The brat in me came out again last night, the email read. It turned out that Angie had taken so long getting ready for her date with Jack the night before that by the time they got to the restaurant, they’d lost their reservations and ended up having to wait an hour for another table.
Needless to say, Jack wasn’t too happy about that! Angie had written. The big brute told me that I would be getting a spanking the minute we got back to my apartment. Of course, that made me even more petulant, and I complained about everything on the menu, not to mention the way that the waiter treated us. That really got Jack going and he said I would be getting a spanking like I’d never gotten before! And he was true to his word! Dragged me over his knee, lifted my dress, and spanked my panty-covered bottom until I was squirming and kicking. I expected him to just give me a few dozen smacks, and then get right to the sex like he usually does. But he had other things in mind, like a completely serious bad-girl spanking! He must have given me a hundred spanks over my panties, and just when I thought he was done, he yanked my panties down and started in on my bare ass! Ouch!
Bree felt her face color as she pictured her pretty blond friend draped over her handsome boyfriend’s lap while he spanked her. Pulse quickening, she tucked her auburn hair behind her ear and leaned forward in her chair to read more.
You’re not going to believe what he did then! Angie continued. He stood me on my feet, and told me to go get the paddle and bring it to him! Can you imagine?! Panties banded around my thighs, my bottom stinging like crazy, I just stared at him. But at the look in his eye, I didn’t dare argue! Not that I really wanted to, anyway. I just love it when he gets all authoritative like that! *sigh*
In the distance, Bree heard the shower turn off. Knowing that Angie would be out any minute, she hurriedly read the rest of her friend’s email. After bringing her boyfriend the paddle like he’d told her to, Angie said that she had soon found herself back over his knee for what she called “round two.”
He’s paddled me before, of course, but this time was different. He was seriously trying to teach me a lesson, and he did his best to cover every square inch of my bottom with that paddle. And wow was my ass red when he got done! I was so wet that I thought I was going to come just from him spanking me! Poor guy, I practically molested him after he finally let me up! I think Jack was a little surprised at how voracious I was after that paddling.
Bree blinked in surprise. Okay, it was shocking enough to learn that Angie’s boyfriend spanked her regularly, but to find out that her friend loved it when he did...
Hearing the bathroom door open and her roommate pad barefoot out into the hall, Bree knew that it was very likely that the other girl would step out and talk to her some before she started getting dressed. Bree didn’t want to get caught reading her friend’s email, but she really wanted see the rest of it. Feeling guilty as heck, but not being able to stop herself, she quickly saved the email to her documents, and then closed the program just as Angie came into the living room.
“They’re not here yet?” the blond girl asked. Petite with blue eyes and a curvy figure, she had a towel wrapped around her and was holding it closed with one hand.
Feeling like she’d just gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Bree shook her head. She and her boyfriend, Ronan, were going to a Bronco game with Angie and Jack that afternoon, but the two men hadn’t shown up yet.
Angie’s scowled in annoyance. “And here I am rushing to get ready on time,” she grumbled. “I thought those two wanted to get there for the pre-game warm-ups, or whatever it is you call them. They’re always complaining about us being slow, and here they are late already. We can’t be expected to get ready before they get here, so the longer they take, the longer I’ll have to sit around in this towel.”
Bree laughed, but knowing what she knew now about her roommate, she couldn’t help but wonder if Angie was angling for another spanking from Jack. She would have made a comment about guys simply not understanding the rules, but the doorbell rang before she could say anything. “Well, there you go, they’re here now. So, finish getting dressed,” she told her friend. “I’ll let them in.”
As Angie ducked into her bedroom and closed the door, Bree got up from the computer desk and walked across the room, which was a total of four steps. The apartment wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but with two bedrooms, a living room, and an eat-in kitchen, it suited the two girls’ needs just fine. And the price was exactly right.
Out of habit, Bree put her eye to the peephole, and then smiled when she saw her boyfriend standing there. Tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair, brown eyes, and the sexiest smile she’d ever seen, the sight of Ronan Davenport never failed to make her pulse flutter. Sometimes, she wondered how she had snagged such a great guy. Opening the door, she went up on tiptoe and greeted him with a sexy kiss.
Wrapping his arms around her, Ronan returned Bree’s kiss with a passionate one of his own, and when he lifted his head a few moments later, it was to grin down at her.
“On second thought, maybe we should forget about the game and just stay in bed all day,” he said.
Liking the idea, Bree laughed, but before she could say anything, Jack Carmichael pushed his way past them into the room, muttering something about not blocking the doorway with all their kissing. He clapped Ronan on the back as he passed.
“Don’t even think about it, buddy. Not after the trouble I went to getting us tickets to this game,” he said, grinning at both of them as he walked into the apartment. Glancing around, he turned to look at Bree, his grey eyes questioning.
“Angie in her room?” he asked.
Bree nodded as she closed the door. “She’s still getting dressed.”
Jack’s mouth edged up. “Of course she is,” he said. “Think I’ll go hurry her up.”
Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked down the hallway toward his girlfriend’s bedroom.
Bree caught her breath, an image suddenly popping into her head of the tall, good-looking dark-haired man dragging the petite Angie over his knee for a sound spanking, and she blushed. Then, an even wilder thought sprang into her mind. Maybe Jack would drag Angie out there into the living room, and spank the blond girl right in front of her and Ronan. The thought of seeing her roommate get spanked while still wearing the bath towel suddenly made it hard for her to breathe. Wow, where had that come from? she asked herself. Get a hold of yourself, she chided, and stop thinking such kinky thoughts!
But no matter how hard she tried, the image of her pretty friend getting spanked just wouldn’t seem to go away. In fact, it only got more vivid when the couple came out a few minutes later. Had Jack spanked Angie while she and Ronan had been waiting for them? Bree wondered. She eyed her friends curiously, looking for some indication that her roommate had gotten a spanking, but didn’t see any. What did a girl that had just been spanked look like, anyway? she wondered. But no, there was no way he could have just spanked her, Bree thought. She and Ronan would have heard it, right? But then again, maybe there was some quiet way to spank a girl. Bree didn’t know. In fact, she realized she didn’t the first thing about spanking.
“Ready to go?” Ronan asked.
Embarrassed by the direction of her thoughts, Bree jerked her gaze away from the other couple and gave her boyfriend a smile. “Let me just grab my purse,” she said.
As they drove to the stadium in Ronan’s SUV, Bree’s mind kept going back to the email she had read. She had remembered reading an article in a fashion magazine about using spanking as a form of foreplay, but she never imagined people actually did such a thing. Both pretty open about things, she and Angie had talked about sex lots of times before, and she couldn’t help but wonder why her friend had never mentioned she was into spanking. Then again, Bree thought, it wasn’t probably something one could just bring up in conversation. Even so, she obviously talked about it with her friend, Kelley. Was there some reason she felt she couldn’t tell Bree about it? Maybe Angie thought that Bree was too conservative. She supposed she could understand that. It was a pretty big deal, after all, and she supposed that if she were into spanking, she probably wouldn’t go around telling everyone about it, either.
Besides, it really wasn’t any of her business anyway, Bree told herself as she and Ronan followed the other couple to their seats. What Angie and Jack did in the privacy of their own room was their deal. Of course, that didn’t stop her from thinking about it, though. Especially when Jack’s hand slipped down to rest on Angie’s jean-clad bottom as they walked.
While Ronan and Jack pointed out all kinds of things on the football field to her and Angie, Bree was lost in her own thoughts. What would getting spanked by your boyfriend be like? she wondered. Obviously, it had to hurt at least a little bit. Would she get off on that? She wasn’t sure. From reading Angie’s email, she knew that the other girl had certainly gotten turned on by getting spanked. Would she find having her bottom reddened as much of a turn-on as her friend did?
Almost of its own accord, Bree’s gaze slid to her handsome boyfriend. She simply couldn’t picture Ronan dragging her over his knee for the kind of spanking that Angie had described. The thought alone was enough to make her blush with embarrassment. It wasn’t because he wasn’t manly enough; it just didn’t seem like something he would do.
Bree ended up completely missing all of the pre-game festivities, and she realized that Ronan was starting to look at her in concern. He probably thought she wasn’t feeling well or something since she hadn’t said a word the whole time they’d been there. Telling herself that she needed to put the whole thing out of her mind, Bree gave him a smile and forced herself to concentrate on the game. But watching grown men fight over a funny-shaped ball could only distract her for so long before she went back to thinking about spanking again.
And even though she managed to make it through the game just fine, in the days that followed, she began to spend more and more time thinking about spanking. In fact, it was all she could seem to think about. It was like she was obsessed with it! Even Ronan noticed how distracted she was, and her boyfriend was usually clueless when it came to noticing stuff like that. But every time she saw Angie and Jack together, Bree couldn’t help but imagine him spanking the other girl.
Even more disturbing was the fact that after awhile, Bree found herself imagining other people doing it, too. Friends, professors, other college students that came into the coffee shop where she worked. Maybe everyone was into spanking, she thought, but her!
By mid-week, Bree was unable to take it anymore and finally decided to give into her curiosity and look spanking up on the Internet the moment she got home from class. Telling Angie that she was going to be working on a paper she had due, Bree sat down in front of the computer and started searching. She glanced over at Angie’s bedroom frequently, but the other girl must have been taking a nap or something, because she didn’t come out.
An hour later, sitting cross-legged in the chair, Bree was still glued to the computer. When she had first looked up spanking, she thought she’d find a page or two, but instead, she’d found hundreds of websites, thousands of them even. Some were for message boards or chat rooms; others were links to photos. There were even some sites that sold online spanking stories and movies! But what surprised her most were the amount of blogs devoted to the subject. There had to be thousands and thousands of people into this spanking stuff, she thought.
Reading the posts on the various message boards she found not only amazed Bree, but, much to her surprise, turned her on, too. A few times, she even reached her hand down to touch herself! Who would have thought that reading a story about a gorgeous guy putting a bratty girl over his knee for a well-deserved spanking could be such a turn-on? She had to be careful that Angie didn’t come out of her room, though. She didn’t want her roommate to catch her with her hand down her panties.
From there, she moved onto the sites that offered complete spanking novellas for sale. The genres differed from contemporary to historical to sci-fi, but in all of them, the girls were always very soundly spanked. Though she wasn’t quite bold enough to make any purchases, she read all the sample chapters she could find. In fact, there were so many that she spent hours reading them all. Several times, she had to run into her bedroom, close the door, and pull out her trusty vibrator.
A couple of hours later, Angie headed out to dinner with Jack, making a comment about that being one hell of a paper Bree must be working on. Bree felt sort of bad fibbing to her friend about what she was doing, but she couldn’t help it; she’d never read anything so exciting before. And all it did was leave her wanting more.
Bree would have much preferred to skip her classes the next day and surf spanking websites instead, but with an important review for a test in one class, and a paper to turn into the professor in another, she couldn’t. On top of that, she had to work at the coffee shop that afternoon. The minute she was done, however, she hurried back to her apartment, eager to do more research on this new kink she was suddenly obsessed with.
When Bree walked in the door that evening, it was to find Angie and Jack already there. They were on the couch making out when she came in, and she stopped in the doorway for a moment, startled. Not because she had walked in on them, but because of the way Angie was half lying over her boyfriend’s lap, with his hand cupping her bottom.
Looking a little startled herself, Angie quickly pushed herself upright and gave her a smile. “Hey,” she said.
Bree returned her friend’s smile. “I thought you were working tonight,” she said, closing the door.
The blond-haired girl shrugged. “I switched shifts with one of the other waitresses.”
Bree nodded. For a moment, she stared at Jack’s hand where it was still resting on Angie’s bottom before she finally forced herself to look away. Had he just been about to spank the other girl? Bree wondered. Then again, maybe he already had. Her pulse quickened at the thought. She was just about to make some excuse about needing to work on her paper some more when she heard Jack suggest to Angie that maybe they should go over to his place. Bree wasn’t insulted by his words since it was something she and Ronan often did when Angie was there, and they were the ones that wanted privacy.
“You don’t have to do that,” Bree said quickly. “I just came back to grab some books before I went over to the library. I’ll be there for a couple of hours.”
The lie rolled off her tongue so easily that she could only wonder where it had come from. Apparently, it was enough to satisfy Angie and Jack, because they exchanged meaningful looks with each other before settling back down on the couch.
Going into her bedroom, Bree grabbed the first two textbooks she came across before walking back into the living room. Giving the other couple a smile, she opened the door and let herself out of the apartment. Out in the hallway, she leaned back against the wall and waited. If Angie and Jack were anything like her and Ronan, then they would already be heading for the bedroom. All she had to do was wait. And though she felt so incredibly naughty, she didn’t leave.
Ten minutes later, she reached for the doorknob, only to hesitate. What was she doing? She couldn’t spy on her friends like this! Not only was it completely out of character for her, but it was just plain wrong. And what if she got caught? Was seeing her roommate get a spanking worth their friendship?
With a shake of her head, Bree turned away from the door and started down the hallway, but then stopped in her tracks, the urge to watch Angie get a spanking too great to allow her to walk away. God, she thought, this must be what an addict feels like when they need a fix. But an opportunity like this wouldn’t come by again, she told herself. Besides, if she got caught, she could just say that she had come back to get a book she’d forgotten.
That decided it for her. Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked back down the hallway to her apartment. Gripping the doorknob in her hand, she turned it slowly, and then quietly pushed the door open.
The living room was empty, just as Bree had hoped it would be, and from the soft murmur of voices coming from down the hall, it was obvious that Angie and her boyfriend had made a beeline for the bedroom as soon as she had left.
Abruptly, a smack echoed throughout the apartment, followed by a loud, “Owwwww!” from Angie. “That hurt!”
A deep chuckle from Jack. “It’s supposed to hurt a little, babe.”
Angie muttered something Bree couldn’t quite hear, but Jack’s word came across quite clear.
“Oh, you’ll be warm, all right.”
Her pulse skipping a beat, Bree ignored the twinge of remorse she once again felt for spying on her friends and carefully crept along the hallway toward her roommate’s bedroom, dumping her books on the couch as she went.
Bree got as close to Angie’s room as she dared, and peeked in. What she saw made her eyes go wide. Jack sat on the bed, his pretty blond girlfriend draped over his knee, one arm wrapped around her slender waist to hold her in place. Angie’s bottom was already a rosy pink where her skimpy panties had ridden up to expose her skin. Both Jack and Angie were positioned in such a way that neither of them could see Bree where she was standing in the doorway, and she was thrilled at her good fortune. Mesmerized, she watched as Jack lifted his hand to spank her friend again.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Bree’s eyes went wide as she watched the other girl’s bottom get redder and redder under such punishment, amazed at how her friend could enjoy getting spanked like that. And yet, despite how much she was struggling against her boyfriend’s hold, Angie really did seem to be enjoying it. Especially when Jack occasionally paused to rub her panty-clad bottom. Hearing the other girl’s moans of pleasure made Bree blush.
Her color only deepened a few minutes later when Jack slipped his fingers inside the waistband of Angie’s panties and slowly pulled them down until they were banded around her thighs. Trailing his hand back up Angie’s legs, he caressed her reddened bottom for a moment before sliding his hand between her legs.
“You’re so wet,” he said softly.
Angie moaned in response, spreading her legs as wide as her panties would allow. It was enough to make her wet pussy visible, and Bree caught her breath when she saw how aroused her friend was.
Abruptly, Jack took his hand out from between his girlfriend’s legs and began spanking her again. This time the smacks were harder than they had been before, and Angie’s bottom colored rapidly under his ministrations, turning from a rosy pink to a deep red within minutes.
Standing there watching, Bree’s own bottom began to tingle, and she automatically reached back to cup her asscheeks as she mentally switched places with Angie. In her mind, it was her over Ronan’s knee. Would she squirm and kick her legs like the other girl was doing? Would her ass color as easily as Angie’s did? And would getting spanked turn her on as much as it did her friend?
Bree was so caught up in her own thoughts that she almost didn’t realize Jack had stopped spanking Angie. He was leaning over, whispering softly in her ear while his hand played between her legs. Bree wasn’t sure what Jack was saying, but Angie obviously liked the sounds of it, because she moaned, “Oh yeah, do me just like that.”
Bree pulled back slightly as Jack carefully stood Angie on her feet. Within seconds, they were both stripping off their clothes, garments flying everywhere. Bree watched Jack push his girlfriend back onto the bed, where she groaned about how the fabric felt against her tender bottom. But her complaining didn’t keep her from spreading her legs, and soon, Jack was sliding his hard length into her.
Not wanting to violate their privacy any more than she already had, Bree turned and quietly let herself out of the apartment, barely remembering to grab the books off the couch.
Bree stood in the hallway for a moment, leaning back against the wall, her mind in a complete daze. She didn’t think she had ever seen anything so hot before. Where she had been obsessed with learning about spanking before, now she was even more obsessed with getting one. And though she wasn’t sure how she was going to do it, she decided right then and there that, somehow, she was going to get Ronan to spank her!
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