room, her long hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in her favorite pajamas. Both started to giggle as they very slowly and very carefully sank down onto the couch.
''Wanna bet whose ass is redder?'' Nancy asked, with a soft moan. Elizabeth shook her head. While Nancy enjoyed the occasional spanking, she considered them as more of a punishment. That worked very well for Jason, as he intended to continue to be a strict but loving husband and Dom. Elizabeth had never truly been spanked for punishment in payment for some naughtiness or disobedience. She was wired to crave and enjoy hard spankings and paddlings to enhance her sexual arousal. She felt certain that Nancy would be a little shocked at the condition of her best friend's ass.
''I'm sure you'd win,'' Elizabeth said, and then hid her smile in the pile of marshmallows floating on top of the cocoa.
''Hmmm,'' Nancy said, as if she doubted it. ''Okay, enough of red butts—tell me, what did you see at the restaurant? What's up with the limo?''
Elizabeth felt a shiver course through her. She took another sip and then told Nancy all that she had seen.
Nancy was smiling, her friend's story seemingly unbelievable. ''Do you think she knew people could see her?'' she asked. ''Did he know you were there? Did he do it on purpose?''
Elizabeth thought for a moment. ''I can't see how she couldn't know,'' she said. ''She wasn't even in the car all the way. I guess she hoped that the door and the driver would shield her, but, believe me, from where I was standing, there was very little left to the imagination.'' She paused for moment, thinking about Nancy's second question. ''I don't think he knew I was there. I don't think he was performing for anyone or even cared,'' she said, quietly. ''His entire attention was focused on her. God, I still can't believe it.''
Nancy laughed, her own panties growing moist at the story she had heard and the visual she could just imagine. ''That's probably one of the hottest stories I've ever heard,'' Nancy admitted. ''I wonder what it would feel like to be exposed like that in public.''
Elizabeth snorted into her mug. ''You can't tell me that you have to wonder, Nancy,'' she said. ''You've been on display at the club many times.''
Nancy giggled and shrugged. ''Guilty as charged, my fellow Subbie. However, as much as I enjoy it when Jason shows me off, it is not the same as being out in public where vanilla people could see me,'' she said, and enjoyed her friend's look as color appeared on her cheeks. ''Besides, girlfriend, I've seen a great deal of your charms, as well, but I know you'd just die if you thought anyone other than our friends ever saw you not all buttoned up and properly covered.''
Elizabeth colored even more before she reached out and slapped her friend on her arm. ''Exhibitionist,'' she said with a smile.
Nancy stuck her tongue out. ''Prude!'' she said, and then giggled. ''What color were her panties? I bet they were black,'' Nancy said, arching her eyebrow, knowing Elizabeth would blush again. She was correct; Elizabeth felt her face heat. Nancy chuckled, ''Or maybe red like your face.''
Elizabeth shook her head, an exaggerated look of disapproval on her face. ''You are incorrigible, girlfriend. I told you, I couldn't see any panties. What bugs me is that he called me by name inside the restaurant. He looks so familiar, but I swear I've never met him before.''
''Hey, since he called you Miss Adams, maybe you met him at some club. You know Doms always address the Subs as 'Miss whatever' until a relationship has been established. I bet that's it,'' Nancy said, sure she had found the only plausible explanation.
Elizabeth was about to agree but suddenly gave her suggestion serious thought. After a moment she shook her head. ''No, I don't think so,'' she said, and then smiled. ''Believe me, if I'd seen him at a club, I would definitely make sure I
''Wanna bet whose ass is redder?'' Nancy asked, with a soft moan. Elizabeth shook her head. While Nancy enjoyed the occasional spanking, she considered them as more of a punishment. That worked very well for Jason, as he intended to continue to be a strict but loving husband and Dom. Elizabeth had never truly been spanked for punishment in payment for some naughtiness or disobedience. She was wired to crave and enjoy hard spankings and paddlings to enhance her sexual arousal. She felt certain that Nancy would be a little shocked at the condition of her best friend's ass.
''I'm sure you'd win,'' Elizabeth said, and then hid her smile in the pile of marshmallows floating on top of the cocoa.
''Hmmm,'' Nancy said, as if she doubted it. ''Okay, enough of red butts—tell me, what did you see at the restaurant? What's up with the limo?''
Elizabeth felt a shiver course through her. She took another sip and then told Nancy all that she had seen.
Nancy was smiling, her friend's story seemingly unbelievable. ''Do you think she knew people could see her?'' she asked. ''Did he know you were there? Did he do it on purpose?''
Elizabeth thought for a moment. ''I can't see how she couldn't know,'' she said. ''She wasn't even in the car all the way. I guess she hoped that the door and the driver would shield her, but, believe me, from where I was standing, there was very little left to the imagination.'' She paused for moment, thinking about Nancy's second question. ''I don't think he knew I was there. I don't think he was performing for anyone or even cared,'' she said, quietly. ''His entire attention was focused on her. God, I still can't believe it.''
Nancy laughed, her own panties growing moist at the story she had heard and the visual she could just imagine. ''That's probably one of the hottest stories I've ever heard,'' Nancy admitted. ''I wonder what it would feel like to be exposed like that in public.''
Elizabeth snorted into her mug. ''You can't tell me that you have to wonder, Nancy,'' she said. ''You've been on display at the club many times.''
Nancy giggled and shrugged. ''Guilty as charged, my fellow Subbie. However, as much as I enjoy it when Jason shows me off, it is not the same as being out in public where vanilla people could see me,'' she said, and enjoyed her friend's look as color appeared on her cheeks. ''Besides, girlfriend, I've seen a great deal of your charms, as well, but I know you'd just die if you thought anyone other than our friends ever saw you not all buttoned up and properly covered.''
Elizabeth colored even more before she reached out and slapped her friend on her arm. ''Exhibitionist,'' she said with a smile.
Nancy stuck her tongue out. ''Prude!'' she said, and then giggled. ''What color were her panties? I bet they were black,'' Nancy said, arching her eyebrow, knowing Elizabeth would blush again. She was correct; Elizabeth felt her face heat. Nancy chuckled, ''Or maybe red like your face.''
Elizabeth shook her head, an exaggerated look of disapproval on her face. ''You are incorrigible, girlfriend. I told you, I couldn't see any panties. What bugs me is that he called me by name inside the restaurant. He looks so familiar, but I swear I've never met him before.''
''Hey, since he called you Miss Adams, maybe you met him at some club. You know Doms always address the Subs as 'Miss whatever' until a relationship has been established. I bet that's it,'' Nancy said, sure she had found the only plausible explanation.
Elizabeth was about to agree but suddenly gave her suggestion serious thought. After a moment she shook her head. ''No, I don't think so,'' she said, and then smiled. ''Believe me, if I'd seen him at a club, I would definitely make sure I
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