I don't know why I did it. After all, we were just friends. Pretty good friends at that. We've known each other for years and although of opposite genders we never made a pass at each other. We had a comfortable relationship sharing joys and woes and an occasional plate of spaghetti (the extent of my culinary expertise) or something equally exotic from her kitchen.

The night I did it was a Friday. We devoured a scrumptious dinner (Chinese Take-out) and settled on the sofa to watch a couple of movies on TV. I really can't tell you what we watched but neither one was worth remembering. In fact, we never actually got to see much of the second one but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Between the two movies I asked if she wanted some popcorn. She declined and I made some for myself before settling back on the couch for the next cinematic wonder.

At this point I should say something about my cat. She was also on the sofa although I don't think she was paying much attention to the TV. I only mention her to explain why my friend and I were sitting close together. It is an well established understanding that once the cat is curled up and sleeping she's not to be disturbed. People who live with cats understand this and those of you who don't know the pleasure of keeping an animal who ignores you most of the time will just have to take my word on it. Anyway, since she (the cat) was occupying one end of the couch I was relegated to the middle with my human friend on my right. I think you've got the picture so back to the popcorn.

Shortly into the second movie a hand other than mine reached for the popcorn. I pulled the bowl away and playfully reminded the hand's owner that I had offered the snack before and she refused it. She simply stated that she changed her mind and reached again. Being in the aforementioned playful mood I moved the bowl farther away. The gauntlet had been thrown down and her reach extended farther. After doing the unforgivable act of disturbing the cat who looked at our silliness with aloof disdain and stormed off in a huff, I had my left arm stretched to the limit which forced my friend to take a more active role in the contest by placing her body over mine. I leaned to the left to put the bowl on an end table and by this time she was almost flat on my lap.

As I said, I don't know why I did it but our relative positions made it impossible for me to fight temptation. I gave her rear end a pretty good swat as she reached the elusive popcorn. She grabbed a few kernels as I swatted again Her hand returned to the bowl as she calmly asked what I thought I was doing. I stated the obvious, "I'm spanking you."

She replied, "That's obvious. Are you under the impression that you can spank me whenever you feel like it?"

I added two more swats and said, "Quite the contrary. If that were the case I would've taken you over my knee and done this last week when you and your girlfriends played that trick on me."

I punctuated my remarks with my hardest smack so far and she responded, "That was a good one."

I wondered if she meant the joke or the last spank so I asked, "Do you mean the joke or the last spank."

Excuse me for a moment but while I am not describing every single action to the minutest detail I should point out two things. First that she was continuing to nibble away at the popcorn and second, she was still across my lap; a position which was well within her power to correct. So I felt no compulsion to stop the spanking. Back to my question and her answer.

She answered, "I was talking about the prank we pulled but now that you mention it, that wasn't a bad spank as far as it went. I would rate it somewhere above mediocre."

Aha! The gauntlet has turned. I know I'm mixing my metaphors but I'm trying to say that the popcorn war had taken a back seat to my attention on her back seat. Never one to resist a challenge I brought my hand down rapidly and hard twice more. That got a rise out of her. She said, "Oh. That was a good one."

I hate to interrupt the story but, never mind, I love interrupting myself. Anyway, she was wearing what she called her frumpy housewife dress although I've often reminded her that she was neither. It was her favorite after-work attire. Rather loose and, I assume, very comfortable. More to the point of this story, it was easy to lift the rear hem and get a clearer shot at her bottom. I don't know why I did it but that's exactly what I did. It wasn't until the sharper sound of my hand slapping her tightly wrapped in white panties rear end echoed around the room (which got the cat's attention as well as my friend's) that I took the time to notice how lovely her rear end looked wrapped so nice and tightly in white panties.

That swat as well as the next three elicited more soft moans but no other comment until the cat (remember the cat?) joined in. She was curious about what kind of game the humans were playing and jumped up for a closer look. Four soft paws landing on my friend's back as opposed to my hand landing on her bottom was a bit startling and got a giggle before I sent the feline packing. I wasn't paying attention to her (the cat) so I'm sure I missed her best insulted glare. My focus was on the tightly wrapped white package on my lap. A couple more healthy swats got us back into the proper frame of mind.

I know why I did the next thing. It was the next logical step in our activity. What I don't know is where I found the courage but I did. I ceased the spanking or at least took a short intermission while I tried to pull her panties down. (Actually it wasn't a downward journey, more like tugging them to the right but you know what I mean.) It wasn't until I started that I realized it wasn't going to work without her cooperation. She had to lift herself a bit to facilitate the operation. I figured I had three choices. I could give up or I could ask her to raise herself or, in keeping with our roles as spanker and spankee, I could demand her to assist in the baring of her rear end. While I was considering my options the point became moot. I felt the lessening of her weight on my lap and quickly decided that her actions weren't those of someone attempting to get up. In a jiffy, the panties were out of the way and she silently settled back down.

The tightly wrapped white package was even more lovely now that it was unwrapped. Resisting the urge to stare at it too long I repeated my former action of hand descending rapidly to bounce off a soft surface. Luckily, the slapping sound was not significantly different from when her bottom was covered by her panties so the cat ignored us. That was a distraction neither of us (the humans) needed right then; although I must admit, I was so fascinated and focused on the task at hand that nothing could've diverted me.

I didn't mean this to be punishment but it was getting to be much more than a playful couple of pats. Still, she stayed in position even while her moans became occasional "Ouches." Her bottom was already showing a few red splotches and I wondered which one of would call a halt first. When I heard the first sniffle and sign of tears I knew the decision as to when it was over was mine and mine alone. For whatever reason she had surrendered herself and was willing to endure all I delivered. It was up to me to continue the spanking or stop. I choose the latter and changed the swatting to gentle rubbing.

She lay passively until I helped her up. As she stood her panties fluttered to the floor and she slowly undid the buttons on the front of the dress. I rose also and worked on my own clothing. My reaction to the previous activity and hope for the future was obvious and demanding freedom.

As we were busy grabbing, groping, fondling, etc. and making our way to my bedroom I noticed the cat had regained her place on the couch and was watching the second movie. I hope she enjoyed it as much as my friend and I enjoyed each other for the rest of the night.

Looking back on the incident, I still don't know why I did it but we're both glad I did and a few months later she agreed to be my wife. She's still my best friend and the occasional sound of a hand landing on a human female's bare bottom doesn't startle the cat anymore.

Life is good.

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