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Tears fell upon the carpet. Heights of arousal hitherto unknown, she climaxed throughout her entire body and mind, her bottom stinging, unbelievable and unbelievably excellent the entire new experience. Just minutes ago yet a lifetime ago the steam from the two mugs of cocoa had formed a comforting veil before Clara's eyes as she re-entered the living room, a warm and comfortable atmosphere like a child at home with her mom.

Cup in each hand Clara negotiated opening the bedroom door precariously. Becky rose from the sofa, took one mug from her, channel-hopped briefly, then flicked the TV off and the two flatmates settled down for the night, both already changed into their nighties, just pants on beneath, Clara in the armchair next the sofa where Becky reclined.

Both girls unattached, Clara pursued, as yet unsuccessfully, by several men and boys at her workplace while Becky made her bisexuality an open secret from the day the younger girl had come to view the apartment. "I'm not a lesbian but I get attracted to females as well as males and if you can't live with that, just say and I'll understand. But don't move in if it disturbs you." Clara had liked her openness, so different from the claustrophobic atmosphere of her parents' house, the flat was comfortable and affordable and the girls hit it off immediately. Two months living together now, Clara, 17, trainee supermarket manager, Becky 4 years older, a nanny to twins at a house a few roads away, high-energy boys.

Feeling wonderfully relaxed this evening Clara reached up to her head taking out hairpins. Her long fair hair cascaded sexily to her shoulders like a shampoo ad and she wished some glamorous man were on hand to admire it and caress her. She felt sensuous and reached for the hairbrush placed on the coffee table prior to this nightly ritual of brushing out, then forming a long plait ready for sleep. This beauty of the process fascinated her flatmate whose short auburn hair did not repay such attentions and patting the sofa at her side with her hand she said "Here, let me do that for you."

Clara obediently came over, handed Becky the hairbrush and perched on the edge of the sofa back toward her. "Lordy, I'm wacked. On my feet all day with customers either rude, stupid or both. How was your day?"

"About the same. The twins were little devils all day. Thank God I don't live in any more. You never get any peace or life of your own."

Clara felt herself unwind under the gentle hands entwining her hair, the warm breath on the back of her neck. Finally the other was finished and smacked the back of the heavy wooden hairbrush experimentally against the palm of her hand. "Could have done with this earlier today" she said with a chuckle. "As it was they had to make do with my hand, and they've got bums of iron, those two. It probably hurt me more than it did them!" She put her arms around the younger girl's waist and leaned back against the backrest drawing the other with her. Surprised for a moment, Clara let her head rest where it fell, on Becky's bosom, and put her feet up. After all there was no harm in sisterly affection.

"I didn't know you spanked them when they were naughty. Surely modern nannies aren't supposed to do that sort of thing?"

Becky put on a mock official voice: "There is no misbehaviour which cannot be solved without resorting to corporal punishment. Frankly, that's a load of crap. Kids need be kept in line. All the women I've worked for have insisted on me smacking bottoms."

While the older girl recounted tales of spanking and tears imparting humor to the situations Clara suddenly realised she was becoming wet between her legs. She cuddled up closer and brought her feet around to nuzzle against her friend's. Half mockingly: "So, are you a strict nanny, then?"

"You bet, young lady." Becky playfully slapped Clara's handy bare thigh. "So you better watch your behaviour, hadn't you?"

"Mmm." Clara's hand had slipped furtively to the gusset of her pants - wet through. Becky had seen too much sexual arousal in other girls to be ignorant of what was happening. She found Clara very attractive and was also aroused, but knew when to be patient. She bent down and planted a little kiss on her flatmate's right cheek. Then there was silence for a while.

"Beck..."

"Yes?" "You know when you...when you smack the lads...."

"Yes, darling?"

"Is it on their...I mean, do you take down their trousers?"

"Certainly. And their pants."

"You mean...actually on the bare bottom.

"Absolutely. Absolutely bare." At the word bare the older girl's hands moved upwards and tenderly cupped the other girl's breasts through the nightgown. "I always smack bottom bare and try to make sure it hurts."

"Aren't they terribly embarrassed at you seeing their bums and their little thingies?"

"Embarrassment is part of the punishment."

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Something was making Clara feel quite giddy and her heart was beating too rapidly. She must calm herself! Turning on her side she snuggled her face into Becky's soft breasts and sighed. "You sound like my mum." Holding her close Becky put her mouth almost against the other's ear. "Did you used to get smacked when you were a naughty girl? Is that what mummy used to do?"

With mouth bone dry the younger girl could only nod. Burning sensation in her ears told her she was blushing. Becky turned her slightly they looked straight into each other's eyes.

"So what did mummy give you when you were a bad, bad girl?"

Clara stammered "When I was really little she...she used her hand?"

"And did she have a hard hand?"

More blushes sufficed as answer. In some Clara wanted the questioning to continue, in others fervently wished the subject closed. The other was persistent.

"And what about when you were older?" For answer, Clara pointed at the hairbrush on the coffee table. That. Mum presented it me when I was 15 and said I could put it to its other use now I was too big to spank."

Becky planted another kiss on her friend - this time full on the lips, though both mouths remained closed. "Oh darling - you're never too big to get a spanking."

"Aren't I?" There was a childlike wonder in the younger girl's voice.

"Nope." Becky shook her head. I used to think I got bad spankings from my mum's slipper, but that hairbrush must have hurt awfully. I'd love to try it on someone!" She drew her friend up the sofa a little so their faces were now opposite each other. "Come here and tell me all about what mummy used to do when you were a disobedient girl. Now, did you used to get put over her knee for smacking?" By now Clara had completely lost her tongue and just managed nod her head. "Oh, poor, naughty baby." Clara gasped as Becky's hand went to her crotch and gently massaged. "And I bet it was skirt up, panties down once you were bent over." She squeezed a nipple by way of punctuation. Another gasp and nod from Clara.

"So that means you got it...where?" Silence. "Come on, I want you to say where you got spanked. Where, Clara?"

"On my...bare...bottom."

Another kiss descended on her lips, and then another, and this time Clara mouth opened obediently, intimate for the first time with another girl.

Becky's hand was inside the other's pants now and quickly found the clit. "Oh, God...oh, don't" Clara said unconvincingly.

"Still a naughty girl."

"Oh yes, yes, I'm a naughty girl."

"Want me to be your mummy? Or no, better still, your strict nanny?"

Oh...yes...please..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, nanny."

"Right then, time to confess your naughtiness. Kneel on the floor, head in my lap and let's hear all the naughty things you've done this week."

Clara obediently assumed the position. An unmistakably female smell rose from her flatmate's lap as she put her nose down glorying in the scent. At a word she recounted all the week's naughtiness. Not doing the washing up, being back late from lunch, having a crafty cigarette (she was supposed to have given up) in the stockroom, letting a handsome married manager give her pussy a little squeeze, also in the stockroom and pretending brush the front of his trousers accidentally, feeling his erection.

"Get up." The penitent rose to her feet unsteadily, her head spinning with confusion and desire in equal quantities. "WHAT a naughty girl! Aren't you? Aren't you?" A sharp slap on the back of her pupil's left leg accompanied the repetition of the question.

"Yes nanny."

"And what happens to naughty girls?"

"They get their bottoms smacked."

"I should think so, indeed. Come, now, over my lap!"

Taking Clara's hand Becky pulled her over her lap, expertly flipped back the hem of her nightie and exposed exposing a two gorgeous taut round boons covered by pink panties. Clara felt herself being lifted slightly then suddenly her panties were at her knees and her bottom suddenly cool, exposed, vulnerable.

"Now then, young lady. From now on you will present yourself each week for confession, and I will spank your sins away afterwards. Is that clear?"

A muffled "Yes nanny."

"And I expect you to take your punishment like a big girl. No crying till afterwards."

Hand raised, palm open, Becky brought it smartly down on the far buttock. A leg kicked slightly at the impact but there was no sound, as yet . Now spanking began in earnest alternating cheeks, occasionally sharing a spank across the beguiling parting and another between the legs on the beguiling female crease there.

Clara burned with shame and desire across both her fore and nether cheeks, heat in her bottom almost unbearable in its celestial sexiness.

Then there was a pause, and the next smack nearly took her through the ceiling. The hot, small hand had been replaced by a cold, hard hairbrush. "Owww, owww, aah!!"

"Can't take your deserved medicine?Let's see if we can give you a little help." Clara's pants were yanked down past her knees and off altogether, her nose was held and as she opened her mouth to breathe something soft and wet was thrust in and tasting her own odor she realised she was being made to bite on her own knickers.

The hairbrush rose and fell again and she sucked and bit the fabric furiously, drawing in more of the strong womanly scent while her behind buzzed from the thrashing.

Her head was down near the carpet and her tears had not far to fall. Taking the pants out of Clara's mouth Becky put them to her own nose while her finger entered the other's girl's hot wet cunt.

"Going to be a good girl now?"

"Yes." Clara was on the precipice of a climax. Her legs were opened, helplessly she allowed herself be lifted by the hips and the milky way burst in her head and through her limbs and she wailed her climax as the other's mouth found her.

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