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This story dates back to my college days and involves a girl I dated a few times. We had fun together but our physical relationship never progressed beyond a few friendly kisses. Instead, we just became good friends and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company on a platonic level. That's not to say we still didn't engage in a little harmless flirting and teasing now and then but we never acted on it. We had the kind of friendship that allowed us express opposing opinions without taking or giving offense and the trust in each other to share our most intimate thoughts.
No subject was taboo. For instance, she told me (in great detail) about losing her virginity to a boy she was dating in high school. She said she didn't find it very satisfying and only did it once. My contribution was relating how I thought I had found true love in the girl next door but waited to consummate our love in her house a few days before she moved away. We had also exchanged a few fantasies and laughingly described our lusts for other students. I don't mean to say that sex was all we talked about, our conversations ran the gambit from silly movies to deep (for college students) philosophical issues.
Of course, we did more together than just talk. One of our favorite activities was to go ice skating. My folks had a little cabin next to a lake about 50 miles from our college and you could count on us (and usually a few other friends) being there most every Saturday during the winter.
On one occasion when it was just the two of us, we spent the morning skating and after a lunch break in the cabin, got into a little tickling contest. When she tried to scramble away from my assault I caught her as she was starting to climb onto the couch. Her knees were on the floor and the rest of her was leaning on the cushions. My position was such that my right hand was free and able to plant a good smack to her rear end. She gave a playful yelp and I held her down with my left hand to give another swat with my right.
I asked if she was going to stop tickling me and she said, "Never!" She gave a token effort to wriggle free and I gave her a few more slaps but they didn't seem very effective. She was laughing so I kept up our little game. I never hit very hard but as I gave her a few more her laughter subsided and she slowly pushed her bottom out farther, almost as if she was encouraging me to continue. She had also stopped her playful resistance. The game had definitely taken a different turn and I wasn't sure how to handle it. Never the less, I continued as before only at a slower pace.
After a few more I stopped and asked if she had learned her lesson and would promise to be a good girl. She turned her head towards me and answered, "Are you going to spank me until I do?" She had a smile that I could only interpret as seductive so I gave her another swat and told her I would. She turned to face the back of the couch again as she said, "Have at it but your hand is going to wear out before my ass does." I swatted harder and asked if she was talking about the amount of clothes she had on. She was wearing corduroy slacks and long underwear in addition to whatever other under garments women wore back then. She giggled and answered, "I am well protected, aren't I?"
I stopped the swats but kept my hand resting lightly on her as I put my head close to her ear and whispered, "In that case, don't you think it would be more fair if we evened the odds?" She thought for a moment then giggled as she said, "If you want to put on a glove that's OK with me." We both laughed a little until I moved my resting hand in a circular motion on her bottom and said, "I was thinking more along the lines of bare skin against bare skin." She put her head down on her arms facing away from me but I couldn't help noticing that she wasn't objecting to my hands now blatantly rubbing the well rounded surface. The feel of her rear end and the thought of actually swatting it naked were getting very arousing.
After a moment she said, "I imagine a spanking like that would hurt. A girl would have to be crazy to agree to that. Anyone would think she was perverted or something."
I didn't take that answer as an outright refusal but could tell she needed a little reassurance (and persuasion(?)) so I answered, "I don't see anything perverted. Maybe I've been reading the wrong sort of magazines but there seem to be a lot of people who enjoy that sort of thing."
She turned her face towards me as she asked, "Would you like to..."
Her question trailed off but I heard enough to respond, "If you're asking if I'd like to spank you, I'd love to but only if you want it also." I kissed her cheek and asked if she had ever thought about this kind of thing before. She blushed and waited longer than I thought necessary before she shook her head, "No!" I didn't believe her so I took a chance and gave a hard swat and said, "Liar, tell me about it."
She was silent for a moment before she slid down off the sofa and took my hand. I was afraid I had pushed things too far but she didn't seem angry. She held my hand to her lips and kissed my palm and said. "I'd rather not talk about it now. Maybe we should get back onto the ice for a while."
The moment for turning the tickle game into something more had passed so I pulled her forward to kiss the top of her head and give her a brotherly type hug as I agreed that skating would be a good idea.
There was an embarrassed silence as we laced up our skates but once out in the cold air, the incident seemed to have been forgotten and we reverted to our roles of good friends having fun on the ice.
On the way home we talked and sang with songs on the radio. Right after the song about shooting with a six-gun she laughed and said something about me having a gun in my pocket earlier. I thought a minute then remembered the kiss on the floor in front of the couch. In the process of bending her head down she was looking directly where I was still suffering(?) the effects of a close encounter of the sexual kind and I guess it was more obvious than I thought.
I'd gotten aroused during some of our more sexual discussions in the past and was pretty sure I saw signs that she was having a physical reaction also but by unspoken agreement neither of ever mentioned it before. So I was surprised by her comment. A little embarrassed, I said, "You weren't supposed to see that."
She laughed again and said, "How could I miss it with my face just inches away from your hard throbbing manhood." So she wanted to banter like that. I responded in kind, "What would expect when I was just rubbing an almost perfect ass not far away from where you, hot blooded little vixen that you are, were dripping with passion and lust. Admit it, you wanted me." She laughed again and shouted, "Yes! I wanted you then and I want you now. I need to feel you filling me. Ram it in hard and fast again and again. I am your panting little sex slave. Stop the car and take me now."
We were both having a good time and I said, "I'm going to enjoy watching you strip and begging for me but first I'll spank that lovely ass till its bright red. You'll pay for being a sexy little tease."
Still laughing she replied, "Oh No! My master is going to punish me before he makes me submit to his evil desires." Again we both laughed and then she asked, "What did you mean when you said my ass was almost perfect."
I chuckled and answered, "Maybe if I ever get to see it in the flesh I might change my mind but until then it stays almost." She playfully pouted and conversation faded away for a few miles.
She was a bit more serious when in a quiet voice she asked, "How did you know?"
I was confused so I asked what she meant. She looked down and answered, "How did you know I was turned on also. You know, when you had your hand..., when we were on the floor."
I said, "I didn't then but I hoped you would be and it appears you were. Want to tell me about your spanking fantasy now?"
She asked again if I thought that was perverted and I reminded here of what I said then and the fact that she noticed how aroused I had gotten at the idea of doing it with her. I added that I had also thought about that subject in the past and admitted that she was my favorite subject in them. She gasped and said, "You've thought about spanking me? I don't know whether to be flattered or not."
I jokingly replied, "Be flattered. It's my fantasy and I could have any girl in the world but I chose you."
She smiled and said, "Thanks. Am I in any of your other fantasies?"
I glanced over to her to see her still smiling so I answered, "You bet, but I'm not telling you any more till I hear your darkest dreams."
She blushed a little and said, "OK! But give me a minute to build up some courage."
I answered, "That sounds fair. Take your time, we have a while to go."
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