Not Asleep

(A sequel to Sleep-over)

The girls froze into silence at the sound of footsteps in the hall. A soft knock followed, knuckles rolled gently over the door.

“Everything ok?” asked Liv’s father, through the closed door.

“We’re fine, Dad,” Liv called.

“I heard a noise. Need any help?”

“No,” the girls chorused.

“That was me, Dad, I just had a bad dream,” added Liv.

The doorknob turned, and a crack of light from the hallway appeared. Two highly concerned teens hid desperately under the bedclothes: being found naked in bed together would not be easily explained. But Liv’s father was content with the narrow gap to talk through, and didn’t open the door enough to see them.

“Sure you’re ok now?”

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“Riley?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Ok. You know where to find me if I can do anything for you.” The door closed. Footsteps receded. Liv and Riley held their breaths and looked at each other wide-eyed, waiting to be sure that the interruption was over.

“What were you thinking, screaming like that?” Riley whispered.

“I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t really know I made a sound. I was just — taken by surprise.”

“Yeah. My first time, I didn’t know what to expect either. Just that it was supposed to feel good.”

“It felt amazing,” Liv whispered, “But also… it almost hurt, it was so… I don’t know, just… wow, all through me.”

As the girls cuddled together, Riley softly stroked Liv’s hair. Liv, more tentatively, returned the caress with a hand on her friend’s back.

“Riley?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you do that to me again?”

Riley leaned forward and kissed Liv on the mouth. Her tongue, slipping inside, fed Liv her first-ever taste of herself.

“I can, if you promise not to scream again,” she replied. “But first, I’m going to teach you how to do it for me.”

— Frenulum

Oh yes it could

I figured it couldn’t hurt to leave the dishes in the sink until I got back from lunch with my girlfriends.

But lunch ran long, and by the time I got home, I found that he had washed and dried everything and put it all away.

Or so I thought — until I found a spatula, a pancake turner, and two wooden spoons lying on our bed.

— Frenulum

Sleep-over

Liv and Riley had been friends since the beginning of high school, but this was their first sleep-over: Riley’s parents were away and didn’t want her to be alone. The girls were up late, the last ones awake in the house, lying side by side on Liv’s bed, whispering and giggling; both were clad in tank tops and panties, ready for sleeping but not the least sleepy. Only a desk lamp remained on, casting soft light across the bed.

“Have you had sex?” Riley asked, apropos of nothing at all.

Liv snorted. “You kidding? I’m not even allowed to date yet.”

“Well duh, I know you don’t have a boyfriend. I meant, like, with a girl.” Riley rolled onto her side to get a look at Liv’s face.

“No. Good grief. No! I’m not… you know…” A blush bloomed in Liv’s cheeks.

“Lesbian?”

“Yeah.”

“So you haven’t had sex,” Riley persisted.

“No. Cut it out, Ri.”

There was quiet for a moment. Riley rolled back onto her back. Her body touched her friend’s at shoulder and hip. Both of them noticed.

“It’s not gay if you’re, y’know, just playing around with friends,” she offered.

“Yes it is,” Liv protested.

“Well, what I mean is, it doesn’t make you gay just to try stuff that you would do if you were.”

“What?”

Riley sighed. “You can fool around, y’know, just for fun, and still be… well, regular.”

“Says who?”

Riley debated her answer for a few seconds, and then decided to take a chance. “I’ve played with another girl, and it didn’t make me into a lez.”

Liv rolled to face Riley and Riley copied the motion. The girls lay face to face, almost touching.

“Who?” demanded Liv.

“Not telling.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. A few times.”

Liv searched her friend’s face, and found no deceit. “And it was fun?”

“Yes. Fun and… I’ve had an orgasm, now — I know what that’s like.”

“As good as people—”

“Better,” Riley interrupted. “Wait and see.”

Liv’s eyes widened. “You think I would orgasm, too?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Riley reached out and gently laid a tentative hand on Liv’s bare shoulder. “So… whaddaya say?”

Liv felt her body responding in unfamiliar ways: with heat, with tremor, with a quickened pulse. “I… I don’t even know what girls do,” she whispered.

“We kiss. And then other things,” Riley whispered back. Her hand slipped down from Liv’s shoulder to her hip, coming to rest above her panties. “I’ll show you.”

“I never even—” Liv began, and then Riley’s lips silenced her.

— Frenulum

The Next Edge to Cross

“C’mere, kitten. Take a look at this photo.”

“Oh. Oh, my!”

“Doesn’t that look exciting?”

“Sir?”

“I think it’s time I tried this with you. Would you like that?”

“Um… no, Sir. I don’t think so. That looks...”

“Looks what, kitten?”

“Maybe not so much fun? And, um... scary?”

“Really? You don’t think this couple is enjoying each other? Look at her face.”

“Yes but... it’s not her face that he’s — I don’t think so, Sir.”

“This picture doesn’t excite you?”

“No, not really.”

“I think this would be just the thing for us to play with next. Just think, if she were you and he were me... doing that with you... that doesn’t turn you on?”

“No. I think it would be difficult. And embarrassing.”

“But you know that I like to introduce you to difficult things.”

“Yes, but...”

“And I would help you.”

“Yes, but I don’t think... I’m not... It’s too...”

“You’re sure you don’t want this?”

“No — I mean, yes, I’m sure.”

“Not even a little bit arousing?”

“No, Sir.”

“Pull your panties down.”

“I —”

“And spread your legs.”

“Yessir.”

“Put your hand on my pussy... and put one finger inside, in between your lips. That’s right. Good girl. Now, put that finger in my mouth.”

“I —”

“Mmmmmm. Juicy. Wet. Delicious. That’s the taste of a very excited girl.”

“But, Sir —”

“Spread my pussy open, let me look. Two hands, wide open. Oh, kitten, you’re positively gushing.”

“Yes.”

“So you are aroused, and excited, and turned on, thinking about doing what this couple is doing.”

“Ohhhhhhhh... yes, Sir.”

“You weren’t completely honest and open with me a minute ago, were you?”

“I... I was just... I guess I...”

“Hmm?”

“No, Sir.”

“Which means...”

“You’ll give me a spanking right away, to correct my poor behavior and remind me how important it is to be open, always.”

“A long, hard —”

“Bare-bottom spanking, that I earned and deserve and need from you, Sir, please.”

“Good girl. You may lie across my lap now. And, after your long, hard, well-deserved spanking, what comes next, kitten?”

“We’ll do that other thing, that scares me and excites me and makes me tremble and leak, and you’ll love me and keep me safe always.”

“That’s my good girl. Ready?”

“Always, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

— Frenulum

First

It was not the first time that I deserved a spanking.

It was not the first time that my husband decided to take care of me. He loves me, he sets my boundaries, he expects my good behavior, and he fixes everything when I go astray.

It was not the first time that I waited for him in our living room, bent over the back of the sofa, wearing nothing but my heels, with my legs spread and my pussy on display and my bottom ready for hand, strap, paddle, belt, or anything he thinks will help me.

It was not the first time that he made me wait, and wait, and wait, thinking about how I disappointed him and resolving to be a better girl in the future.

But it was the first time I heard him open our front door, and say “Please come in.”

— Frenulum