Alice turned her chair to face the kitchen sink and sat in the cushioned seat. Across from her, Alice’s girlfriend was angry and sulking, slamming pots and pans into the sink, making a racket, as well as a mess.
Alice’s girlfriend stiffened and looked over her shoulder. “What?” she said, slapping a sponge into the soapy water.
“I’ve had enough of your behavior. What you did was wrong, and you know it.”
“I don’t think it was.” Sophia was petulant, her voice high and bitter. “And even so, you had no right to spank me in front of our friends.”
Alice’s dark eyebrow arched high. She pursed her lips and smoothed her skirt. “What did you say?” The warning tone in Alice’s voice was clear, but it was too late for Sophia to take back her words.
Sophia bit her bottom lip and turned around. “I mean. It was just so embarrassing.”
Alice smoothed her skirt and looked up at her girlfriend. “So you think you’d rather have a private spanking?”
Sophia gulped. She knew where this was headed. “Alice, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
Alice shook her head, her dark eyes glittering. “I know what you meant, and I think you know what’s next.” She patted her lap.
Sophia leaned against the sink and twisted her wet fingers together. “Really, Alice. I’m sorry.” Her lips were trembling.
Alice’s face was blank. “Assume the position.”
Slowly, Sophia dried her hands on a dishcloth. Black hair hanging in her face, she took five reluctant steps to stand next to Alice, and then she laid across her lap.
“I think you’ve forgotten something, Sophia. A hard spanking is always on the bare bottom.” Alice slapped her girlfriend’s bottom. “Take off your jeans and panties.”
“But Alice! Can’t I keep my panties on?”
“This is a private spanking, Sophia. There’s no one here but you and me.” She slapped Sophia’s blue-jeaned bottom again. “Take them off.”
Sophia winced at the sharp smack, but knew that it would get much worse before it got better. She stood and dropped her pants and panties to her knees, and then lay across Alice’s lap again.
“All the way, Sophia.”
Sophia shook her head, but said nothing. Huffing with the effort, she stood again, and dropped her clothing to the floor and kicked them free. Sophia huddled into herself, clasping her hands and drawing them to her breasts. “My blouse?”
Inwardly, Alice smiled at her light-brown goddess of a girlfriend. Sophia was beautiful: black hair and smooth skin, her Cuban ancestry most apparent in her full behind. “You can keep your blouse.”
Sophia nodded, a quick jerky motion, and then lay across Alice’s lap once again. Her brown bottom was high in the air. The tips of her fingers and her toes barely touched the floor.
“When we’re finished here, you will leave your pants and panties on the floor while you finish the dishes.” Sophia’s body suddenly tensed, and Alice raised her hand high over her shoulder. “I want you to remember this spanking for a long time.”
With that, Alice delivered slow, hard impacts, alternating between Sophia’s sweet, brown cheeks, the sharp SMACK! of each swat loud in the kitchen.