All cheesy song references aside, my friend lives with his girl, and she’s hot as hell. She’s the object of all my fantasies, and I’d give anything to fuck her if it weren’t for the respect I have for my friend.
Well I guess that feeling goes both ways. I had to go over there today to look for something for my friend while he was at work. When I knock on the door, the girl excitedly invites me in. Well she must have thought I was her boyfriend, because when I saw her there naked on the couch with a toy buried inside her she screeched and quickly covered up. As soon as I turned my back to her though, she choked on her words a little, and told me she’s decent now. Then she made a little joke about how little it mattered since I’d seen everything already. She then asked me what it would take to keep my mouth shut about this. Well, nothing I told her, I wasn’t going to hold an honest mistake against her like that and go around telling people just to embarrass her. She seemed a little surprised by this, and let out something of a nervous giggle as she told me “I thought you were going to say it would cost me.” I looked at her a little surprised and let her know I wouldn’t use a friend like that, and I sure as hell wouldn’t go behind her boyfriend’s back like that.
After that, she then asked me if I really meant that, like she thought I was taking some morale high ground, or maybe she knew how much I won’t admit I wasn’t her. I try not to fall into these games, so I told her yes, I really meant it. She really pushed the subject, enemy’s asking if I wanted to fuck her. I noticed the blanket moving a bit oddly, and I realized what was happening. That little tramp was getting off to the idea of cheating on her boyfriend. I wasn’t about to give in, I already made my stance clear and she was still pushing it. I decided to take that morale high ground after all, teach her a thing or two about cheatingon my friend and have a little fun of my own while I’m at it.
So I went over to her, and I ripped that blanket off her revealing those beautiful tits of hers. You need to realize, this girl is fun sized, I like fun sized. She got really excited when she thought I was giving her what she wanted, then I picked her up and and placed her over my knee, pinned by my offarm. It was about that time it dawned on her what was about to happen. I really gave it to her for acting like such a slut. Have her that nice long “you get what you deserve” and “how dare you go behind the back of the man who loves your” speech as I spanked that adorable butt of hers raw. Eventually, I saw my real weapon though, she had left a nice flat back hairbrush on the coffee table, she must have been doing her hair earlier and just it there. I used that brush to really get my point across, one smack at a time. She was tougher than I expected. There was plenty of kicking and screaming, a little whining, but it took a good long paddling to bring he to tears. Shortly after she began to cry I figured I’d give it a rest.
That doesn’t mean she was about to get off easy though. I brought her over to the wall, and I placed a coin against it, and ordered her into position. She was to keep that coin in place with her nose while keeping her hands on the back of her head. Like a brave little minx she asked me, “or else what?” She said it timidly, afraid of the answer, it wasn’t a challenge like you might guess. I told her to take a guess, she froze up and remained silent. I gave her one good hard swat across her bottom and asked again a bit more firmly “what do you think will happen?” I wanted her to say it, for her to know what was coming and know there was no escape if she couldn’t hold a little coin in place. Eventually she whimpered it out, “or else you’ll spank me again.” I told her to go on, to tell me more. “You’ll put me over your knee again, and spank my bare bottom with that nasty wooden brush while I cry and beg for mercy.” I was satisfied with that one, and I left her there against the wall as I went to finish the task I originally came to do.
After a few minutes I found what I was looking for, but I decided to kill a little time, just idling. Like I said, she wasn’t going to get off easy on this one. So I let her sit there, for all of about 30 minutes before I came to relieve her. I saw immediately she was trembling, either in anticipation or discomfort from the pose, hard to say, but she was about to give out. I was just about to let her go, when she dropped that coin she was supposed to be be holding. I didn’t want to do it, but I laid out the rules plain and simple, and nobody ever learns from getting off easy, so I had no choice. I went over to where she was standing, now frozen in fear, and I grabbed her by the hair to drag back over to the couch. To my surprise, she didn’t resist, she must’ve been picking up quickly on the hopelessness of her situation, that’s what I figured anyway. I quickly sat down and placed her over my knee like before, and I let into her behind one last time. This time I wanted to be sure it would hurt, so I made sure to hit each cheek with a few dozen swats without pause before switching to the other. I wanted really set in the burn. She kept quiet this time, but she squirmed like a wild animal trying to break free.
Finally I decided she had enough, and I put her back in the corner again, and told her that she was free as soon as I had left. On that note, I gave her one last really good swat from the brush before setting it back down on the coffee table, and I got one last good look in on that adorable naked body of hers before I left. I have no idea what she did after that, I figured she’d learned her lesson. Maybe not though. The next time I found myself alone with her, it was hard not to notice how heavily she was breathing, and of all the strange things to leave on the coffee table, I saw a wooden serving spoon sitting out.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k4drnk/my_best_friends_giiiiiirlfriend