Story: Overheard - F/M

"Anyway, that's how it is with us," Stacy said as she sipped the last

of her coffee.  Colleen had listened intently to Stacy's telling of

how she regularly administers discipline to her boyfriend during their

roller-coaster-like relationship.  "He always comes back to me, and

every time he does after breaking up, I give him a good thrashing

before I'll start seeing him again.  And after that, I have to

regularly discipline him to keep him in line."

Colleen, a quiet, reserved woman of 31, and Stacy, a 33-year old

blonde with a slender build and an in-charge demeanor, had been

friends for several years, from the time they both worked for the same

company.  They had since changed jobs a couple of times and kept in

touch, although Stacy had not until today shared with Colleen the fact

that she disciplines her boyfriend.

"That's amazing, Stacy," Colleen replied with wide eyes on her

innocent-looking face.  Stacy chuckled to herself inside at the way

Colleen could look so innocent and yet be so mature for her age. 

"Maybe I'll get some pointers from you when I have an opportunity to

do someting like that," Colleen continued.  "Right now, I'm not sure I

could follow through."

"Any time you want some information or help, you call on me, do you

hear?" Stacy admonished.  "And don't be shy.  I mean it when I say

I'll be there for you."

Colleen smiled wistfully and nodded as she reached over and squeezed

Stacy's hand.  "What time should I be there tomorrow?" she asked.

"Around six, and we'll eat at six-thirty." 

Stacy had invited Colleen to join her and her boyfriend for dinner the

following evening, which was a Friday.  They took care of their lunch

tab and went back to their respective jobs.

Colleen showed up at Stacy's promptly at six with a bottle of chianti.

During the meal Colleen noticed that, although Stacy's boyfriend

could be a real jerk at times, Stacy had a happy glow about her much

of the time.  Colleen thought to herself that if she were in a

relationship with someone like him, she'd have to be the dominant one

in order to keep from being walked on.

Stacy casually answered the phone when it rang after dinner.  Colleen

overheard Stacy as she talked:

"Hello?  Oh hi, Elisa.  Just finishing up dinner.  Mm-hmmm.  No,

that's okay...  No, tell me now...  Oh REALLY?   Hmmmmm.   Really?  

Are you sure it was...   Yeah, that's right...  That's not what I

heard...  Damn!  How can you be sure of that...   Yes, I'll need to do

something about that...  (sigh) Yeah...   No, that's okay...  All

right...  Talk to you Monday.  'Bye."

After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed

her boyfriend, "I just had a conversation with Elisa.  I want you to

go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle and the cane, get completely

undressed, and wait for me."

He looked up at her, "What's -"

"No argument!" Stacy snapped.  "NOW!  GO!"

Stacy stood firmly, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on

her face, until he had gone in to the bedroom and closed the door. 

She went over to Collen, gently put her hands on Colleen's shoulders,

and said, "I have to punish him now.  It shouldn't take more than

fifteen or twenty minutes.  I'd really like for you to stay here, and

not leave.  We can continue the evening afterward."

Colleen nodded agreement, her mouth immediately going dry.

Stacy disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door just enough so

that no one could see directly in.  She left the door open a few

inches.

Colleen excitedly listened to the sounds coming from the other room. 

This is what she overheard:

"Hand me that paddle."

(mumbling)

"I said: hand... me... the... paddle!"

"Okay now... Get over that chair."

(shuffling sounds)

Then the paddling started.  The sound of the paddle on bare skin was

very distinct, which made Collen suspect that the strokes were being

applied very hard.

(Several strokes later)

"Aaaahhhh!"

(More strokes)  

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

(The paddling continued)  

"Owwww! STACY!"

(One hard stroke)

"No, get back in position!"  (pause)

(The paddling resumed)  

"Aaaaahh!"

"Oh God, Stacy!"

"Aaaah! Stacy, I can't -"

"You just stay there and hold on very tight!  If you stand up again,

I'll add strokes with the cane."

"Owwwwwwww!"

"Aaaaugh!"

"Stacy!  Please!"

As the paddling continued Colleen became aware of dampness between her

legs, and shifted her position several times.  The paddling continued

for a few moments, the sounds of the strokes interspersed with

increasingly ardent protests and pleading from Stacy's boyfriend.  The

paddling then stopped, and there was some hushed whispering coming

from the bedroom.  The whispered conversation continued for a couple

of minutes.  Stacy's boyfriend's voice then came through.

"No, Stacy, please!"

"Hand me the cane, NOW!"

(pause)

"Back into position!  And don't interfere or get out of position or

I'll give you extra!"

Colleen heard the whippy cane making steady and repeated contact with

bared skin.  In the bedroom, Stacy administered the caning with an

even cadence, one stroke every few seconds, interspersed with

admonishments to her boyfriend to stay in position.  Outside the

bedroom, Colleen visualized the cane striating the bared bottom of

Stacy's boyfriend, her mental imagery accentuated by his cries of

pain.

As the severe whipping mercilessly continued, Colleen's trembling hand

quickly made its way under her dress and inside her panties.  A brief

moment later Colleen closed her eyes tightly and she climaxed. 

Suddenly the pace of the caning quickened considerably, with a

corresponding urgent and strident quality of the recipient's reaction.

To Colleen's amazement the caning continued, and her hand again

quickly slipped inside her panties and stimulated herself to another

orgasm.

Then Colleen overheard Stacy tell her boyfriend, "I'm going to go back

and talk to Colleen.  I'll give you ten minutes to get yourself

composed and to come out and join us!"

Colleen smiled to herself.

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