Lending a helping hand (Tangerine and SpanKage)

[Tangerine]

Still mad at herself, Ariel stamped her feet throughout the hundred steps or so left untill one friend’s flat. A good one, she considered, who had survived her antics before.

As if having another one of those heated arguments with her landlord wasn't enough, Ariel had also managed to have another one with her store manager at the coffee shop. Wearing shorts to work? That jealous hag.. What a silly excuse to ruin her day for. She mostly worked behind the counter anyway. So it couldn’t have been that distracting for the customers. Even if it had been, would have they really complained? Well she still wore said so-called sinful shorts, flaunting her legs along the way. In the meantime, her arms were fully covered by the long-sleeve shirt she donned. The red and white stripes it had across were in line with the upcoming holiday. They weren't quite the best choice to look taller than 5'1". But they matched her red trainers at least. And could potentially match something else soon.

It was easy to blame others for a bad day. Or days in her case. Weeks? Doing the opposite for once perhaps could have been more productive. She’d recently begun to wonder what else could she do about these frequent little outbursts of hers. Something to make her play nice. To put it simply, to be a good girl. Thus, a funny idea had occurred to Ariel. A possible solution, so to speak, to being so stubborn and confrontational and sulky. It wasn't something she could do alone. Well, technically she could have, but still. In short, she needed some help with it. A helping hand her dear friend surely wouldn’t mind lending.

Finally, the twenty-year-old stopped at the front door, knocking at it. Strong enough to make the tip of her chestnut hair swing. She wore it quite straight, as if she’d just walked out of the salon right after a blow-dry. With her thick brows knitted, she offered a bitter “Hey,” when the door eventually opened for her to breeze inside. “What's cooking then? Weren't so busy were you?”

[SpanKage]

Being a twenty year old girl on a Friday Night usually meant searching for all kinds of fun in the city. However in the case of Joan, she prefered to remain home and enjoy the comfort that this could offer her.

It wasn't that she was lazy, but after working her shift in the market and assisting to her classes to become a doctor Joan ended up completely drained of energy to have fun outside. Besides that kind of fun wasn't something that suited her due to how she wasn't very good at socializing thanks to her quiet and shy nature, which is why the idea of spending a night in her place sounded better than going out to a bar or club...unless a good friends of hers crashed those plans by invited her to have fun somewhere else than her Home.. That's why the 6'1'' tall brunette found herself wearing a sleeveless black shirt along with a comfortable pair of gray baggy pants that worked as a pajama for her, which showcased her intentions of not leaving the house today. Especially after she got a pizza that was going to enjoy while watching a movie in the TV, however just as she sat on the couch and was about to pick a slice to eat a couple of knocks on her stopped this.

With a grunt, Joan got up from the couch and headed to the door which she opened to find one of her best friends in the other side. Normally the brunette would be happy to see Ariel, as despite many antics that the shorter girl has pulled before both became very close friends, but with the way Ariel greet her when she opened the door along with the way she allowed herself in Joan knew right away that something was up with her friend. "Hi Ariel, feel yourself like home..." The tall brunette said with a sarcastic tone as she proceeded to close the door once her friend got inside, knowing that something was up with Ariel. How? Easy this wasn't the first time that she has to deal with her friend searching for her to talk and complain about some of the crap she had to deal.

"No I'm not busy, I was about to watch a movie on the TV and enjoy some pizza...pick one if you wish..." Joan offered her friend pointing at the box of pizza over the tablet in front of the couch. She wasn't sure if Ariel ate something already, but the brunette wasn't going to be a bad host for her best friend no matter what. "What's wrong, Ariel? Something bad happened?"

[Tangerine]

A solo pizza night, it seemed. In other words, nothing quite to write home about. Ariel was glad that was the case though. Although assertive, she wasn't thoughtless and would have hated to ruin her friend’s plans, had they been more than growing her bum in front of the TV.

“Something bad?” Rolling her eyes, she dropped herself into the nearest easy chair. “It's like all the bad in the world is revolving around me,” letting her body slide down a little, she wore a grumpy face. She didn't intend to make Joan feel like a psychiatrist, but she also didn't shy from talking her ear off with what troubled her. “First my landlord. Then my boss. Everyone's an arse nowadays,” she explained briefly. At any given time, most people would have found something to complain about, whether reasonable or not. Ariel was no exception. At least though, she no longer thought she was utterly blameless in all that. It wasn't possible to change every person around her. She could have changed herself, however, for the better.

“Well then it kinda hit me, J,” she took a more upright stance in the chair. “What if I’ve been bad myself?” her eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t I do something about it?” Of course, she could have just asked her bf’s help instead for that something. It wouldn’t have been the same though. She figured doing it with him would have been more of a kinky game as opposed to real punishment. Punishment, yes. In the end, it boiled down to that. “Well, you’ll do something about it in this case,” she suggested like a puzzle. “The idea is that you’ll… I don’t even know how to say it actually.”

[SpanKage]

A sight escaped the mouth of Joan as her friend took a seat and begun opening up about how the world was against her. The brunette always tried to stand in the side of her friend, but everytime she came with a problem is with someone or something different, to the point you had to question who is to blame. Either the world or her friend that found problems with everything in this world.

Of course, that thought wasn't going to stop Joan from helping her best friend in any way she could. Even if this meant listening to Ariel's rants about what's wrong and agree with her in order to make her friend feel better. "Your boss again? Can't that woman stay a day without having problems with you?" Joan said with a small giggle at the way Ariel said 'arse' as she made her way towards the couch once again and sat down to listen what her friend had to get out her chest. "What did she complained now? You telling another rude client to piss off? Or because you got a free coffee?" Joan asked as she picked a slice of pizza and gave it a bite before getting herself comfortable on the coach leaning back against the soft cushion. "Don't shy away in grabbing a slice of pizza, Ariel. I'm not gonna eat it all, so if you want feel free to get some..." The brunette offered in order to make Ariel relax and feel better as she talked.

However the more her best friend spoke the more Joan noticed how she became more serious, including the way she sat on her chair and admitted that she may be the one who was to blame for all this. Something that Joan didn't expected Ariel to do, which is why she sat up streight in the couch, let the pizza she was eating back in the box and listened carefully how her bestie wanted to change that. "You are not bad...yeah, you have an attitude, but it doesn't mean you're bad, Ariel...you only need to do something about that..." Joan said trying to comfort her friend only for this to puzzle the brunette with a response she wasn't expecting.

"Me?...I'll love to help Ariel, but what can I do to help you with that?" Joan asked only to see how her best friend seemed to have troubles telling what she wanted her to do. Making the brunette feel a bit nervous already wondering what Ariel had in mind. "...What is it?...You want me to ground you or something like that?" Joan asking the most 'wild' thing that her mind could elaborate not knowing how the idea of Ariel took that idea a few steps way more ahead.

[Tangerine]

An inevitable consequence of working as a part-time barista, she supposed. She didn't enjoy coffee as much as she used to anymore, even though she took orders more than she prepared the drinks. So, let alone having a cup for free, she usually felt like she wouldn't have one even if they’d paid her for it. It was mostly tea for her nowadays. Similarly, she wasn't hungry for pizza either, regardless of how juicy of a slice she was offered. “Well you’d better not,” she said when her hospitable friend mentioned that she wasn’t planning to eat the whole thing herself. “You know where those extra slices will go unless you’re planning to run a couple of miles afterwards,” after shaking the slice she was handed, Ariel placed it back into the box.

As for her boss’ scolding, she sighed thinking about it. How could that witch think that she wore clothing that would earn her more tips. She couldn’t care less about how much a customer tipped. In fact, she dreaded seeing them stressed just because they didn’t know how much they should tip if any. “No nothing like that. Well you’re looking at the reason.” For a moment, her gaze glided down her bare legs. From the mid thighs, where her shorts ended, to her ankles. “Too much skin, apparently,” she shook her head in disbelief.

It wasn’t really about how close they were with Joan. It was just an odd thing to ask for. A spanking. “Oh I doubt anyone can ground me. You know how quickly I get bored. You’re not that far off tho.” It was a mystery to her why a spanking was the first thing that came to her mind when she thought about a proper punishment. But that was her bright idea. Her solution. “Well, what I think I need is actually a spanking.” Finally, Ariel blurted it out. I figured you can pull it off. Can’t you?”

[SpanKage]

With the type of life that she had, Joan didn't blamed Ariel for the remark about where the extra slices of pizzas would go if she didn't do some running. It wasn't that the brunette was gaining weight on her belly or getting chubby, but she'll admit that there was another reason why she prefered to wear baggy pants at her home aside of these being comfortable. That combined with the stress of her work and studies left little energy and time for Joan to try some running or the most basic training rutine, which already was something the brunette didn't liked. "You have a good point there..." Joan said before listening carefully at the reason why her best friend got in troubles with her boss...or rather looked at the reason behind.

That made Joan sport a small blush as it was the first time since Ariel arrived that she paid close attention to what she was wearing. More specifically her shorts that left her entire legs completely on display, which the brunette had to admit was hard to not look at. "...I see. Honestly if I was your boss I'll not mind you wearing those shorts if it means getting more clients" Joan said with a small giggle as a way to cheer her friend up, though once she got a few seconds to think what she just said the brunette couldn't help but feel like she sounded weird. Luckily her best friend didn't mind the comment and revealed what she wished Joan to help her with: A spanking.

To say that such answer shocked Joan would be an understatement. Of all the things she expected her friend to ask, a spanking was one that she would have never crossed her mind, yet for some reason it did for Ariel. "You...want me to spank you?" Joan asked showing how she had a hard time to process what Ariel just told her, only for the latter to confirm it and made a small blush appear on the brunette's face as she tried her best to keep her cool with this. "...I g-guess that...I could do that..." Joan said after contemplating what to say. "I mean, the only thing I have to do is..." Joan said taking a small pause to gain strenght to say what she was about to say. "Pull you over my lap...and smack your bottom for a while. That's it, right?" Joan asked in a way that sounded like she was looking for a confirmation of how the spanking that Ariel wanted should go. Cause if it wasn't clear, Joan never spanked anyone before, sure she got a few when she was younger but didn't meant those should be the same type that she should use her...or perhaps she should?

[Tangerine]

By saying it alone, the difficult part was over, Ariel assumed. It was indeed an odd request, but she also wasn't a prude. She didn't feel awfully shy about it either. And it wasn't like she wanted it from a stranger. Joan already knew her. Probably more than anyone. Though, she was still unsure if her friend was actually going to accept doing it. Sure, many guys, and some gals, would have jumped at the chance only to grope her buttocks. However, that was also the reason she asked for it from Joan. She needed someone who understood her, and actually wanted to help her.

“Well, yeah. That's what I want,” she confirmed before listening to what her friend had to say about it. In that regard, she wasn't disappointed. Unsurprisingly, really. Joan was a good friend, with a soft heart at least as big as her bum. Had she asked the opposite for some reason, she doubted her answer would be much different.

There were many ways of doing it. Different positions and different intensities and such. Although hardly an expert at it, Ariel knew that otk was quite a popular one. “That's one way to do it,” she nodded. “It has to be proper though Joan!” For emphasis, she raised her voice along with her brows. “You can't half-arse it.” That was a concern she had: her friend going light on her because she feared hurting her. There were hints that Joan wasn't entirely comfortable. And had doubts. Her dear friend was probably smarter than her. And brilliant minds worked in a more complex manner, sometimes seeing doubts where others couldn't. Thus, Ariel reached out to grab one of her hands, firmly holding it against her thigh for extra support. “Can you really do it then? Look in my eyes, and say it loudly.”

[SpanKage]

Having the chance to spank Ariel's backside was something that the brunette was smart enough to know many would dream of. Being requested to smack, grope and rub the behind of a beautiful young woman like her best friends certainly sounded like a dream, but for Joan it represented a big dilema. While she the thought of doing something like this never crossed her mind, Joan had to admit that she felt a bit of curiosity for spanking her friends rear end as embarrassing as that thought was, however on the other hand the brunette didn't want to hurt her best friend. If by any chance, Joan started to hear a yelp of pain coming from Ariel she'll very likely stop the spanking and apologize for doing so, which the brunette was aware will not be very effective nor what her friend was looking foward from this. It's why all this mix of emotions and thoughts colliding in her heart and head made Joan still had lots of doubts about this whole thing.

Luckily if there was someone who knew Joan so well was Ariel, who got to see that hesitation coming from her and made sure to shake it away with some loud and strong words. Questioning the brunette if she was really capable of doing something like this and demanded to look at her eyes when she answered that question, which made Joan's eyes to open up wide in surprise as she stared strenght at her best friend's determinated eyes. This actions from Ariel made Joan find a new determination after realizing something important: Ariel not only wanted this, she needed this. Her friend had to summon a courage to ask for something like this and one thing is for sure, she'll not have done that if she was serious about this idea that could hopefully deal with her attitude problems. Joan wasn't sure if this would work, but one thing was for sure and that was that she'll do anything to help her friend!

"I can! I'll do this for you Ariel!" Joan said out loud and looking at her friends eyes, without any sort of hesitation or second thoughts. No. Joan was determinated to give her friend what she wanted and needed: a good spanking, which the brunette confirmed by saying out loud. "I will give you a spanking!" After that Joan took a small moment to re-group and take a deep breath to think how should she do this now that she was going head first into this without any chance of backing down. Guess that the best way to start will be with the basics and thus once again she looked at her friends eyes once more and said with a more calm yet firm tone in her voice. "Bent over my lap, Ariel."

[Tangerine]

Rather swiftly, all signs of hesitation were gone. Surely, the eagerness Ariel hoped and thought necessary was there. Almost too eager, Joan looked in fact, as if she had a thing for her bottom already. Well, Ariel couldn't have complained really. Being spirited worked wonders for practically every job, including this one. “Thanks. I guess?” she finally let the girl’s hand go. That hand was needed elsewhere after all quite soon.

It sounded odd admittedly, to hear this voice telling her to bend over. It was one of those funny phrases one didn't get to say to a gal that often. She was positive her dear friend must have felt funny too while saying it. “Sure,” Ariel simply responded. It would have been out of place to play hard to get anyhow. “But I'm obviously not a cat, Joan,” she added. The fact that she was going to be spanked didn't take anything away from her assertive nature or wittiness. “We can't do it in this bloody armchair. Won’t have enough room to lie across.” The armrests made things inconvenient in this case. “Why don't you find somewhere to put your arse first, so I can put mine over there?”

[SpanKage]

So far not the best start for Joan, which wasn't helped at all by the assertive nature that Ariel was known for. Her friend was right, as there was not enough room for her to lay over her lap and if that wasn't enough the comments made from Ariel made her feel silly about this whole thing. Still just because Ariel had a point didn't meant that the brunette couldn't fix it quickly, as it only took Joan to slowly move her large caboose a few inches foward and thus making enough room for her friend to lay her backside there. Sure she may not have the comfortable position of resting her body on a couch or anything, but then this will only be temporaly. "Alright...now you can...you know" Joan said not wanting to repeat herself as she couldn't help but feel funny and too much like her mom when she said that to her friend before.

Again, this was the first time that Joan ever spanked anyone so at least in the early stages of this she prefered to go basic. With this she meant an over the lap spanking like her mother tended to do a few times when she was younger, but with the difference that she wasn't going to bare Ariel's backside...at least not yet. So then, Joan waited for her friend to get over her lap and get herself as comfortable as she could, which took a bit and allowed the brunette to feel what it was like to have someone over a lap and her friend was right. She wasn't a cat at all as she felt way heavier than one.