Lending a helping hand (Tangerine and SpanKage)

[Tangerine]

Surely one of the many conveniences of spending time with a close friend. She could joke about things she normally wouldn't with someone else. Shaking bums, arousal-damped knickers, and more. She kinda enjoyed making Joan blush too, finding it cute actually.

There was now another reason to blush. The view of her bare bum. Well, almost bare. Ariel’s thong didn't offer abundant coverage for sure. How rounded the underside of her cheeks were? Did her bottom jut out enough to form folds underneath? Did light bounce off the sleek orbs to make it half-shiny? Well, her underwear was modest enough to answer those probably never asked before questions.

Whether it would be necessary to bare her or not while in a thong, saying that kinda meant that Joan did think about pulling down more of her shorts at one point. Ariel looked back at her barely covered backside. “Were you planning to in the first place?” she asked about her dear friend's apparent intention of baring her bum had she worn something more prudish. She then noticed the hairbrush. It wasn't a cheap plastic one that could be bought for a few quid either. It definitely looked sturdier than that. Something that would do more damage to her bum than her bum would do to it. And something to constantly whisper to her ‘be good Ariel’ while it merely sat nearby. Yeah. She doubted it was brought to untangle her hair.

“Anyhow.” She reached back to stretch out the flimsy back of her underwear, making sure nothing was wedged in there. “You probably won't need that, yeah. In theory.”

Although it was quite possible to spank her while she stood, she figured her friend preferred to watch her bend over. So she did, bending over the rounded armrest. Doing so undid her previous efforts. That narrow strip of fabric wedged between the cheeks. “Try not to ogle too much.” Yes. It was a task only a blind person could manage. No. She wasn't very humble about the comeliness of her tush.

[SpanKage]

In theory when Ariel requested her to give her a proper spanking Joan made up her mind that the backside of her friend would end up exposed. After all, the few times that she got spanked by her mother when she younger were all on the bare bottom and thus thought that if her best friend wanted a proper spanking then this should be applied under the same conditions that Joan went through. As the brunette remembered how effective these were along with how much these hurt.

With that in mind Joan expected the sight that was in front of her where her friend took her shorts off and her backside was pointing at her only sporting a thong that offered no cover to those round cheeks. Yet, despite that Joan proved to not be ready for this moment as a small blush decorated her face that matched the one covering the cheeks of her friend, which the brunette would have the task to smack very soon.

"Well...yeah, it's the way I used to get spanked...I just wanted to give you a warm up first" Joan said as she observed her friend adjust her thong so this won't be so wedgied between her buns and proceeded to lay over the arm of the chair. This lead to the brunette placing the brush to rest in a near by table close to the couch and proceeded to sit right next to the rear end of her friend. Placing her hip next to the one of Ariel, who seems that still hadn't lost her humor.

The eyes of Joan rolled at the comment made about not ogle the pink round bottom next to her. Something that the brunette had to admit wasn't that easy to archive as in all honesty, Ariel had a backside worth of watching to the point even her had troubles taking her eyes away from, which made her feel a bit more nervous about this whole ordeal. "Yeah well...try to not enjoy this..." Joan said in response trying to return the joke made by her friend, only to sound forced and showing how that comment made by Ariel caught her by surprise.

Without wasting any more time, Joan decided that it was time to act and thus she raised her hand to bring it down on the now exposed backside of Ariel. This time without any shorts to protect her and with more strenght behind that impact.

[Tangerine]

Enjoying it? Well she did, really. It was no secret. It wasn't that unheard of either, for a feisty gal to like the feel of a little sting around the buttocks region. In this case, this being a punishment and all, having it too enjoyable wasn't entirely good for once. “Touché,” Ariel said. If her friend was dealing with her wittiness like that, perhaps it wouldn’t be too wrong to say that a different Joan had come out of the toilet. One who was ready to utilise her capabilities instead of complaining about a sore palm.

“I feel warm.” She pulled her hands back, cupping her mostly bare bum cheeks. “Warm, yeah.” For good measure, she gave herself a squeeze too. Or two. Like honking a vintage car horn. Her hands withdrew after that. Hands were still expected to visit her tush again. Only not her own. She cast a glance at the hairbrush, which was so coincidentally left somewhere she could see it. ‘Be good Ariel’ it would have said had it owned a mouth.

“Ready,“ Ariel nodded. It wasn't clear whether she meant she was ready or asked Joan if she was. It really depended on who felt more challenged by this occasion.

The first smack of this new position landed. Her hips were relatively more stretched. The wobble was less accordingly. It certainly wasn't non-existent though. “Oww.” Along where her friend’s fingers made contact with her cheek, pink marks appeared on her skin. They stayed for a few seconds, slowly fading out afterwards. “Mm. Not bad.”

[SpanKage]

At first sight the rear end of Ariel looked to be quite soft and bouncy. Once that the brunette got the chance to connect with the exposed backside of her friend, she was able to find out how this perception was correct as with the way that her hand flattened the flesh of Ariel's left cheek. Her butt was truly soft. Along with this Joan was able to confirm that her friend was right when it came to her bottom being quite warm, which showed how effective her spanking has been so far.

All this made Joan felt very weird, but at the same time good in a weird way. The brunette didn't wanted to hurt her friend, yet it couldn't be denied that her friend had a nice bottom to smack and she also was helping Ariel in the process of doing this. After all, she requested this and if this is what she needed Joan would do it in order to give her friend what this wanted and because of this, the brunette proceeded to deliver more smacks on the almost bared bottom of Ariel.

"Thank you...I guess." Joan responded as just like before she proceeded to alternate between both cheeks. Smacking right, left, right, left without smacking the same spot twice on the cheek, which allowed her to see multiple hand prints form on the already pink caboose of her friend before these dissapeared. Until these stopped doing so and instead they begun to remain in the form of a darker shade of pink with more smacks that kept coming down, once again leaving a few seconds in between to not only allow Ariel to suck in the impact, but also allow some conversation.

"So...how's it going? Are you having issues with this, Ariel?" Joan asked curious after a while of spanking her friend, wondering if this was able to hold on with this spanking that while not hard was starting to turn more intense as the minutes passed by.

[Tangerine]

Usually, it was quite possible for a spectator to figure out how well a spanking was being held by listening to the scene alone. The rich notes produced by well-placed smacks were quite satisfactory. Hearing more of those strongly hinted at a good spanking. And at a not-so-good girl to an extent. In this case, the music played in stereo. There was no favouritism towards any of her cheeks. When it was her turn, each cheek got her smack right after her sister.

The more smacks Ariel was given, the fewer spots left on her bum untouched. “Hng… Oww!” Sometimes quiet and sometimes louder, she received the smacks she’d asked for herself. The sting accumulating over her bottom didn’t make her regret knocking at Joan’s door for this activity. As most of her friends would agree, she wasn’t the kind of woman to give up on her goals. Friends or otherwise, most who knew her wouldn't argue in favour of an unmarked Ariel-tush either. But this wasn't about what others thought she deserved. More of a self-criticism, and acting on it.

Instead of blushing herself, Joan started to make her arse cheeks blush. Well, it looked so when the smacks were distributed evenly like that. It was like using an airbrush as opposed to a Filbert. At least Joan could no longer complain that they never participated in artsy activities together.

“Hm. No issues, I’d say.” Ariel responded. “Well you know how much I like flaunting a tan.” It wasn’t summer, and beach trips weren’t exactly on the horizon, making this a different kind of tanning. She much preferred to have the sun related ones even too, not afraid to ditch tops and bottoms to keep the lines away.

[SpanKage]

Usually at this moment she'll likely be struggling to remain asleep watching a movie on the TV like she tended to do. So talk about making a change in Joan's rutine as the brunette found herself on the giving end of a spanking to none other than her friend Ariel, whose behind was almost completely bared for her eyes to see and hand to smack. Something that Joan didn't miss a beat by repeating the same pattern of spanking a cheek per time, though not the same spot that was previously smacked.

As this process was repeated, Joan was able to notice how more grunts and whines came out of her friend. These almost pushed the brunette to slow down and even consider to stop a few times, yet Joan was capable of pushing those feelings aside when her friend despite the pain was able to keep giving those funny responses that with someone more strict could lead to a more severe spanking. Of course, it wasn't the case with the brunette who even found some of them funny.

"Sadly for you and your new tanning, we're about to reach winter. So I doubt that you'll be able to 'flaunt' it..." Joan said following the fun comment made by her friend with one of her own as she kept the spanking. Noticing how the rear end of her friend was intensifying in both soreness and redness, though both butt cheeks of Ariel weren't alone in this as the hand of the brunette was following the same fashion of sporting red and being just as sore.

"I'm just asking to know if your backside is feeling just as sore as my hand...you certainly have some buns of steel, girl" Joan commented this time changing the pattern of the spanking. This time smacking any cheek one, two or three times streight without bothering if she smacked the same spot twice.

[Tangerine]

(Oops)

The process that had given her bum the pink shade it had didn't take much away from her witty self. It was true. She’d thought herself to stay optimistic and good humoured in tough situations. There was a toughness to her as well. Not that it couldn't be cracked.

Only a couple of months till winter and colds. She was indeed going to say goodbye to cheeky shorts. Wearing something flirty that gave away the new shade of her buttocks would have been an invitation to get more smacks anyhow. And Ariel wouldn't let anyone who wanted to slap it, regardless of how quick she was to drop her shorts for her friend.

“I look more like autumn anyway,” she said, seeing a resemblance between her rear and a fallen maple leaf. Colour wise. Otherwise, she had the opposite of sharp edges at the back.

Yeah, it was nice to have an orderly treatment. It strengthened the sense of authority. Though, more chaotic smacks had their own appeal too as they felt more organic. “Oww… Ouch!” she received said smacks. Like where they landed on her bum, the pitch of her voice varied. Those yelps came from widened lips though, as the compliment she received made her smile. At least, she took it as one, intending to fish for more. “I guess I do. What else do you think of my buns?”