Lending a helping hand (Tangerine and SpanKage)

[Tangerine]

First things first, Ariel got to her feet and turned off the TV her hostess had been planning to watch before her visitation. Nothing on it could have been more interesting than, well, her backside. So there was no need to raise the power consumption. “I need your full attention,“ she explained. Then she walked up to her friend to join her on the sofa. “Alright. Ready?” she asked, as if it was Joan who was going to be spanked. “Oh! And do you have any coconut oil?” If her punishment was carried out properly, she could need some after all. At the moment though, the only essential ingredient necessary to commence the ordeal was her bottom. She presented it.

Gingerly, Ariel climbed onto the sofa. Then turned. Then lowered herself. Technically, it wasn’t really bending over. More like lying. Which didn’t really matter. In moments, she laid herself across her friend’s thighs. Her bottom perched on her lap. And no. She didn’t feel like she was doing anything wrong. Or taboo even. “Hm. I forgot to take my trainers off.” Unlike her shorts or underwear, her shoes didn’t really have much to do with it. In case she was made to kick though, she just thought it would be safer to have them removed. “Would you mind?” Bending a leg, she raised her foot. “Well, if you can,” letting out a small chuckle, she started to swing it back and forth.

[SpanKage]

It wasn't clear to Joan if the actions of her friend were because she actually has gone through this before or was just messing with her. Sure, turning her TV to get her full attention was understandable, but c'mom when Ariel's backside would be resting over her lap it would be hard to focus on anything else. Still she nodded at her friend at that and awaited for her to lay over her lap, only for Ariel to once again delay this a bit more "Huh? Coconut oil?" Joan asked a bit puzzles before quickly realizing what the idea of Ariel was for that once the spanking was over. "Oh sure, there's almost a full bottle in my bathroom. I'll rub some on your bottom if you need it" The brunette said this last part feeling a bit off with the idea of caressing the backside of Ariel with oil once this is over as it sounded like a sexy kind of things. Still before all that she had to spank Ariel who finally proceeded to rest over her lap and present her rear end.

A small blush decorated the cheeks of Joan as she got a close look at her friends rear end. The brunette wasn't blind and recognized that her friend was pretty and have a lovely body, however her rear end was a part of this she never paid much attention till now and Joan had to admit that...it was quite lovely. A thought that for some reason, the brunette wasn't ashamed of admitting as it was the truth. Once her friend got herself as comfortable as she could over her lap, Joan wrapped an arm around her friends waist to secure her in case this started to squirm and asked "Are you ready?" only for Ariel to mention she should get her shoes off. "Are you serious?" Joan asked a bit frustrated with how there was always something that made Ariel delay this even more, though at the same time if it would make her friend more comfortable with this the brunette wasn't going to deny her that. "Fine" Joan said after a sigh and went to take her shoes only for Ariel to start swing her feets back and forth in order to mess with her. "Oh c'mom now" Joan said without being able to avoid giggling as she tried to grab her feet to take her shoes off. "I swear you can really be a brat at times" The brunette said once she was able to grab one of her feets and take her shoe. "There's one...now the other" Joan said as she struggled to catch Ariel's feet still and take her other shoe and place it on the ground next to the other.

"Alright then...let's start already with this..." Joan said once again grabbing the waist of her friend and raising her right hand up in the air. After taking a deep breath, the brunette proceeded to lower her hand down on the covered rump of her friend in a firm yet not hard smack. The first of many that will come soon enough, which echoed across the silent rooms of her house now that the TV was turned off and allowed Joan to hear the reactions of her friend...along with her comments.

[Tangerine]

In terms of drawing perfect circles, one didn't quite need a pair of handy compasses when Ariel’s tush was near at hand. Since she was a slim gal, who could cause big troubles sometimes, she didn't have the largest bottom out there. Just two handfuls of orbs she took good care of, forming something of a heart together. So they did curve out below the waist. Her shorts did justice to their name. Taut denim didn't hide the shape, but defined it further. So her boss wasn't in the wrong exactly to remind her the dress code.

“How can you deal with me if you can't even deal with my shoes?” she played along with her friend’s apparent struggle. With her feet eventually bared, her legs were slightly lighter. More mobile. “Stop messing around then. This girl won't un-brat by herself,“ she suggested. After that, she didn't have to wait that long to receive the first of the many smacks required to make her behave. It wasn't quite a love tap. Neither a cruel one. Probably enough to have a first impression of the consistency of her compact bottom, which was somewhere between firm and supple. She asked about it too. “How does it feel then? First time touching my bum, right?”

[SpanKage]

Due to her reserved and shy nature, the idea of smacking someone's backside wasn't something that never crossed her mind. Much less attempt to do that on anyone, including the girl who was lying over her lap right now, cause as much trust there is between the two of them Joan would never try anything to upset or harm her friend. Now however the brunette had the chance to smack and ultimately touch the rear end of her best friend she had to admit it felt right. Not only because this was long overdue for everything that she had to deal with from Ariel, but also because her friend had a really nice bottom to smack and feel. "Yours is the first bottom I ever felt, Ariel" Joan said feeling odd yet funny about the answer she was giving to her friend as if all this situation wasn't already unnusual. "It feel...good, I guess?...you have a pretty bottom to smack" Joan said this before delivering yet another smack on the covered bottom of her friend, similar to the one she gave before when it came before.

Soon more smacks came down on Ariel's shapped behind. Each of them have a small pause of three to five seconds in between, not only because Joan wanted to give a small breath to her friend in between these, but also due to the fact that the brunette took a moment after each smack to observe where her next smack will land. Showing how even in something like a spanking Joan was quite methodical in how she delivered it as she didn't wanted to leave any part of her friends rear end unspanked. Last but not least, this was just a warm up, not only for Ariel but also for Joan as this was the first spanking she was delivering and it would take a bit for her to get used to this. "So...how are you doing so far?...I guess that you have gone through this before, right?" Joan asked to her friend curious to know the response of her friend not only about the spanking she was receiving, but also about how it felt to be getting spanked and if she had experience with this. After all, it wasn't something both talked much when they had fun together.

[Tangerine]

It was one of the advantageous disadvantages of possessing a nice bum. Once someone started to spank, it was difficult to stop. Said activity offered visual, tactical, and auditory feedback. All, without doubt, played a part making the act addicting. For some people at least.

The smacks she received following the first one were far from being cheek-shattering, skin-flattening, brat-taming blows. Although Ariel didn't know how powerful impacts could be administered if Joan did her best, or worst in this case, she was aware that these ones were mostly warm-ups. Testing the waters, in other words.

“Good? Yeah? All those kickbacks and bridges are paying off then,” she noted. Well, she already knew they did actually, through mirrors, and number of glances she attracted by merely walking away from someone.

The pauses between the whacks made it easy to hold a conversation. “Well, I have. What gives?” It wasn't a secret. She’d been spanked before. She’d grown to enjoy it even. Obviously, this wasn't the idea this time. “I mean, not as a punishment. It's my go-to foreplay.” Since she doubted her dear friend would like to hear what it was like to have her in bedroom, she didn't elaborate on it further.

There was some involuntary tensing in her legs as the smacks came down. It made her blink too. Still, it wasn't something this tush couldn't handle. Accordingly Ariel remained calm and relaxed. When asked about it, she too asked back. “How’s your hand holding up?”

[SpanKage]

Never in a million years would have Joan thought that spanking her friend's backside would have felt this nice. Of course, it wasn't something that she looked foward to repeat as the brunette prefered to spent time with Ariel in better ways that spanking the latter, but Joan had to admit as the spanking kept going that her best friend had a spankable rear end. One that offered a lovely visual when her hand came down to this, along with a nice feeling and sound of the smack echoing without any other sound aside of their voices to bother such percussions.

As the time went on, Joan slowly begun to reduce the time lapse between smacks. This showed how the brunette was becoming more used to the action of spanking her friend's caboose, which meant this had little time to prepare for the next smack that while not hard were still firm. Along with this Joan found a pattern that avoided her taking time to see where the next spank should land, as the brunette begun to alternate between cheeks and never smacking the same spot that she smacked previously in that butt cheek.

"It's just curiosity...I kinda assumed that considering you came up with this idea..." Joan said after her friend gave her an answer that she was expecting when it came to Ariel experiencing a spanking before this one. However what the brunette wasn't expecting was her bestie to add that these were her go-to foreplay, which was able to make Joan slow down the pace of the spanking due how that information catched her off guard. "What?...F-For real? A flustered Joan asked more out of surprise than curiosity, as the brunette wasn't able to understand how that works out. All the time she thought that spankings were only used for punishments.

After shaking her head and focusing only on spanking Ariel's covered rear end, the brunette resumen the fast pace between smacks only that this time with more strenght behind. This along with the amount of time that Joan has been spanking her best friend was starting to make a number on her hand. "It's stinging quite a bit..." Answered when her friend adressed that issue with hand now being a bit sore. "All this time I thought the one being spanked should be the one ending sore and not the one doing the spanking" Joan said half joking as she made reference how so far Ariel has been able to deal with the spanking without any yelp or noticeable reaction to the smacks. Sure, she may have experience on this, but still!

It was because of this that Joan spanked Ariel for another minute before feeling the need to stop. Her arm was a bit tired doing some exercise since her gym classes at High School while the palm of her hand showed how unnusual the action of smacking something as soft and fit as Ariel's rear end was. Still she used the latter to start rubbing the covered backside of her best friend in circles and allowing this the chance to rest after the warm up was over. "So...what do you think so far? How are you feeling?"

[Tangerine]

When Joan stopped slapping it, slapping her round hard-to-get frisky bottom, there was no steam coming out of her tush. It had yet to be cooked that well. “Yeah,” she answered to her stuttering friend. Like she just said, her bedroom wasn't spanking free. Her bf liked giving her backside a smack or two from time to time. It was one of things that turned her on actually. So there wasn't anything unusual about it for her. “Why are you so surprised?” It made things a little more difficult for Joan though. Since she enjoyed it and was somewhat used to it, the girl had to work more diligently to make it feel like punishment.

No longer feeling any smacks on her bottom, Ariel looked back. “Oh. Sorry about that,” she felt the need to apologise for her friend’s hand. If it was as stubborn as its owner, it should have been expected that her bum would fight back. Especially throughout the last minute or so, Ariel felt the smacks though. So it was hardly a lost cause. Starting from where her shorts ended, there were hints of a pinker flesh as well. “Good thing you have two hands then?”

The rubbing told that her caring friend wasn't bored with her bottom. In terms of exploring its shape, running a hand on and around it was a good way. The texture, on the other hand, was hidden under the denim fabric. “Well I feel like I need more,” she said candidly. Sure, a bit of sting was present. Not enough to make her feel like she’d answered for her so-called mistakes. Some strained exhaled perhaps, but no yelp had escaped Ariel, which arguably ought to happen during a good spanking. Often and clear. “Here, some encouragement for you,” she suggested, wiggling her hips. Cats had this instinct to chase and hunt moving things. Maybe there was a cat in her friend too.

[SpanKage]

It was impressive to Joan the resistance that Ariel had with the spanking so far. Sure she hadn't really been spanked her that hard, but the spanks were not simple pats and the amount of these were enough to leave a mark on the caboose of her best friend, which the brunette could see as she noticed a pink shade at the end of Ariel's shorts. It's because of this that Joan felt that a small break would be good for Ariel's butt along with her hand that was starting to feel the effects of smacking a backside as tenacious as it's owner.

"That's not what I meant with that question. I wanted to know if your bottom was stinging...but seems that it's fine enough if you're still with that attitude..." Joan said with a small smirt noticing how her friend didn't seem to be very affected despite the spanking that has been given to her caboose. Prove of this was the fact that in order to encourage her to keep on going with the spanking Ariel begun to shake her hips, which actually got a small laught out of the brunette "Pfts! "hat are you doing? Stop that!" Joan said barely able to contain a laughter only to fall on deaf ears as her friend kept shaking her hips.

Funny enough this action of Ariel got a few half dozen good smacks out of Joan in order to make her stop doing that. However this pushed the brunette to stop the break she was giving both to her hand and the rear end of her friend, which is why she said "Okay, that's it...get your bottom out of my lap, Ariel..." Joan said to the young woman laying over her lap. "Don't worry, this is not over..." She assured in order to make her friend feel dissapointed that this spanking was done. Joan was just going to change her tactics. "I need to go to the bathroom...in the meantime...pull your shorts down and lay over the arm of the couch..." Joan said this last part after trying to get enough courage to ask that, as the idea of asking her friend to pull her shorts down felt odd to her. Yet at the same time she was curious about what this would lead.

For the time being she needed to go to the bathroom and get some supplies that she needed.

[Tangerine]

Once the initial shake was in, Ariel only needed to move her hips slightly to keep it going. Like a two-person Mexican wave, her cheeks subsequently wobbled up and down. Given her sudden reaction and protest, it must have been a weakness of Joan. Though, like always, if someone told Ariel not to do something, she just had to keep doing it.

“I'm an independent gal. I can dance wherever I want,“ she claimed. Many would have hardly minded watching a dance of the hips like that. So she didn't know why Joan was complaining. But if it was an effective way of teasing her friend, and consequently frustrating her into being more villainy, she wasn't going to stop.

And it did seem effective. Considering the numerous smacks that soon came from Joan’s supposed too-sore-to-use-it hand. Ariel stopped wiggling while getting them. It was no longer necessary after all to have them moving about. These were relatively more difficult to handle too. “Mph… Oop!..” Ariel occasionally hinted at that via some muffled yelps.

A change of tactics, it seemed. “OK.” Ariel left her friend’s lap. Despite having an attitude, she wouldn't be counterproductive by not following instructions for the sake of it. This was true for instructions about her clothes too. “Bathroom?” she asked, a meaningful little smirk playing on her lips. “Ooh. That's why you wanted me to stop? Too much fun for you to keep your pants dry?” she joked about it.

Since she’d given Joan practically full control of the punishment, to make it feel like a real punishment, there was nothing shocking about hearing that she wanted her shorts down. It still sounded funny though. First ‘bend over’ and now ‘take off your shorts.’ She could only guess how much boldness someone like Joan must have needed to muster to speak those. Perhaps not only for her, but this activity was good for her friend too.

When eventually left alone in the room, she stopped by the sofa. Her fingers met on the front as she unfastened her shorts. With her tugging, the garment began to slide. Removing it? Sure. But did Joan wanted a bratty look? Ariel pulled her shorts down to her knees. For some reason, she’d always found it bratty looking when they were only half-way down. Or did her dear friend secretly prefer horny? In that case, Ariel wriggled her legs, making the shorts drop to the floor and pool around her feet. As if someone had yanked them right down in haste and been too impatient to do other things than pulling them off her feet. “Hm. Probably just, regular, I guess,” Ariel thought more about it. In the end, she grabbed her removed shorts and put them on the sofa. Comfy and soft, it left her in a purple thong. A cheeky little thing. To match this cheeky copper haired gal.

[SpanKage]

Once her friend got up from her lap, Joan stood up and felt once again how the blood begun to circulate through her legs. It wasn't that Ariel was that heavy, but this wasn't no child either and thus the time that she spend lying over her knees was something that made her legs feel a bit numb, which Joan took note of. If there's a next time that she has to spank Ariel she should do this on her bed where her friend would also be able to bend over or just try another position.

"No, dummy it's not that..." Joan said with a small blush on her face yet with a smile decorating this thanks to the joke that Ariel made about the reason why she needed to use the bathroom. "I'm just going to get some stuff from there. You...just...do what I requested you to do, okay?" Joan said not wanting to repeat the same instructions she gave to Ariel once again. Her friend knew what she had to do while she made her way to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the brunette searched for two particular things. First was the coconut oil that Ariel asked previously and that Joan would not only would be used on her friend's backside but also her own hand right now, as this was quite sore from smacking such shaped up butt. "For a butt that soft, it can be hard to smack" Joan said as she aplied some lotion on her sore hand. If she was going to continue with this, the brunette better make sure her implement would be able to hold on.

Speaking of implement, Joan decided to also pick up a back up. One she'll have in store in case that her hand not only wasn't able to keep up going with the spanking, but also that wasn't able to give Ariel the spanking she needed: A hairbrush. One made out of oak that she usually used to comb her hair, yet now could very well be used to get the job down with her friend's bottom. "...I hope my hand would be able to hold on." Joan said hoping that she'll not need to get to this.

With everything she needed at hand, Joan walked back towards the living room where she got to observe how Ariel did just as she said. Something that brought another blush on the face of the tall brunette with what she saw as while she ordered her friend to take her shorts down, she wasn't prepared to see what hidded underneath these: A purple thong that basically left her whole backside exposed. "...Guess...that I'll not need to bare your bottom with that".