Dallas Mayo: Girl-crazy girl

True, she was doing it alone, solo, and that was possible for any woman, not just a lesbian; it said so in the book. But the way she panted and kept her attention focused on the mirror, gazing as though it was more than just an image of herself – well, I was almost convinced that those two rose-colored Bernadette's were lesbian lovers. I felt embarrassed watching them in such intimacy, embarrassed even beyond my original mistake in opening the door. And I started wondering if there was a chance of my slipping out unnoticed. Only I couldn't tear myself away, not while the show was still going on and getting better, hotter, as that fuck-hand seemed to grow stronger and penetrate deeper – not hard, just long and slow and sexy. By that time I was craning my neck for improved visibility, hopeful of just one clear and conclusive glimpse of her cunt, a gleam of red maybe, a glistening flash that meant cunt and not just another reflection of the light bulb. It was something I was dying to see, something I had never seen before, a cunt, a real grownup woman-cunt…

"Loi! Don't you knock any more?"

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were home. I thought you went to visit your…"

"Never mind that now. Come in and shut the door. You got yourself an eyeful, huh?" Still panting, she grabbed for her robe and then tossed it aside with a shrug. "Hmph! Maybe you like looking at naked females. How long have you been watching me?"

"I-I don't remember. Not long."

"Shut it tight. Before your father hears us and wakes up. That's better. Now stop fidgeting and come here. I guess you think I'm pretty naughty, hmm?"

"N-naughty?"

"Naughty. I was only having some fun, really. But it's not the kind of fun I'd care to have anyone know about. Especially your father. You wouldn't want to make trouble for me, would you, Missy?"

"Trouble? Golly, no. Of course not."

"Good girl. When grownups are naughty, their punishment can be a lot worse than just a scolding. Or even a spanking. If you told anybody about me – about what you just saw me doing, you know? – I might even lose my job here. You don't want that to happen, do you? Then you'd have another maid to keep house and take care of you, maybe someone like that old prune-face, remember?"

"Ugh. I won't tell. Cross my heart, Bernadette, I won't say a word to my father or anybody else. I like you, honest. You're the nicest maid we've ever had. I'd cry if you left."

"You darling. And you're the nicest little girl. There now, that's settled. Only you must learn to knock, my dear. I can't understand why you didn't."

"Well, uh, I thought you were… uh…"

"You thought I was spending the night with my cousin, hmm? I changed my mind. Good thing I did, too. Now I know who's been snooping in my room. So you thought I was out, that's why you didn't bother to knock. But if that's so, what did you come for? To poke around in my dresser drawers? To learn some secrets that were never meant for children? Secrets that even a lot of grownups would find shocking? Hmph! I won't be spied on, you hear?"

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. Don't scold me any more, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise."

"Of course you will, you always are, darling. Even when you're naughty sometimes, you're still my good little girl."

"Oh. Then you're not mad? Bernadette?"

"Silly. How could I be mad at my little angel?"

"But-but the way you just scolded me…"

"Hmm. I was rather harsh. Well then, there's only one thing to do now, and that's to even the score. It's your turn to be harsh to me, I guess. How does that sound?"

"I-I don't understand."

"A bit complicated, is it? Listen. You were naughty and I scolded you, that was your punishment. But I was naughty, too – when you first came in, remember? Playing with myself like that, standing in front of the mirror, and with this red light on; don't you think that was naughty? Not terribly naughty, but enough so that I ought to be punished. So it's only fair that you punish me for my naughtiness, wouldn't you say so, Missy?"

"You-you mean I should scold you?"

"No, dear, I'm afraid that wouldn't work, you're a little too young to give me a proper scolding. But if you think you're big enough to give me a proper spanking…"

"Huh?"

"Right on my bare bottom, a good hard spanking, as hard as you can hit. I deserve it, I deserve to be punished; will you do it for me, darling?"

"You must. Then I'll feel as if I've paid for my naughtiness. And that's all the more reason not to tell anybody about it, too – a good spanking will take away my guilty feelings. Once the punishment is over, my conscience will be clear and I'll just forget all about it."

"Oh. But-but you're so much bigger than me…"

"Bigger but weaker. I'm a naughty girl, that's all. And since you're the one who caught me, well, that gives you the right to use a little discipline to straighten me out – and what better discipline is there?"

"A spanking… golly…"

I was pretty mixed up by then, confused by the way her attitude toward me had switched back and forth, the way she kept changing from nasty to nice and then back to nasty again. Then too, she had never put her robe on and was still naked; her body seemed so big in that small room, much bigger than with clothes on somehow. Or maybe that was because of the red light, so weird! – it made everything feel close, confined. Her tits bobbed and swung with every gesture, every movement, the nipples practically poking into my face. And with the door shut I could really smell her, the powder and perfume and the sexy woman-smell. I was conscious of her cunt all the time, conscious of it but afraid to look, too embarrassed to let her see me yield to childish curiosity.

But she wasn't being nasty any more, only nice now, calling me her darling little angel in a sugar-sweet voice. And I had to admit that the idea of spanking her sounded kind of cute, almost like a new game she had just made up for us to play together. Exciting, too, now that she was actually begging for it, exciting enough to be more than just some kid game…

"Won't you, Missy, won't you punish your naughty girl? Give me what we both know I deserve. Look…" She spun around. "See? See this naughty bottom of mine? It won't feel better until you slap it with your dear little hand. Good and hard, too. Or I'll never be able to sleep tonight, not with my guilty conscience."

My excitement flared at the sight of her buttocks, big and bulgy, all that grownup woman-flesh! Just touching it would be fun. And so would stroking or patting or caressing. But slapping it – spanking those plump cheeks – wouldn't that be even more fun? A noise burbled up inside my clogged throat, all but unintelligible, more like a grunt than a word of willingness. She must have gotten the message though, waggling her hips and twisting at the waist to glance back and utter one final plea.

"You'll do it then? Oh, you darling! How do you want me, over your lap? I might be too heavy for you, maybe I'd better just lie down on the bed, okay?"

"N-no… wait…" I managed to speak at last, spurred by an almost vehement need to object. Her backside was the target, sure, but there were things in front I didn't want to lose track of, things too interesting to bury in a bed sheet. "Not on the bed. Just stand there, right where you are, Bernadette. Just stand still and stick your bottom out, that's all."

"Oh. You-you mean like this?"

"Uh-huh. Fine."

She peered back over one shoulder, looking a bit nervous now, and then went into position again, bending even lower to make those dimpled cheeks jut out. They remained like that, tense and expectant, the skin drawn tight, certainly an inviting target. Even so, it was still too much of a muddle for me, the whole business, too strange, too sudden, too much for my inexperienced young mind to cope with; after all, how could a little girl hit a big grown-up woman? And my swing was halfhearted, hardly more than a tap.