Spanked on Her Friend's Birthday

Olivia's birthday party was slowly entering the late stage, the one where only a handful of people were left, but those people were in such high spirits (in more ways than one) that they easily made up for it. The stage where things happened that seemed like a good idea at the time but made you cringe a little when you thought back on them later.

Usually Wendy was gone before that point was reached. While she wouldn't want to describe herself as a party pooper, life had taught her that she wasn't one of the "cool kids" who could just let go, drop all inhibitions and fit in with all the other people having fun. But somehow she'd missed the opportunities to leave naturally with the bulk of the guests, and so she found herself with Olivia and her two closest friends while being the only one who was pretty much sober.

Not that she minded. While it was very apparent that the other three were much more close-knit, they let her take part in their conversation (which had devolved into a series of raunchy jokes, interspersed with referenced to things Wendy didn't know) and it gave her a cozy feeling that Olivia had invited her not just to the party, but also to share this much more personal and intimate tail end.

Of course Wendy didn't expect anything to come from the little crush she had on Olivia, since that girl was on a whole other level from her and lived in a completely different world, but it was still nice to be able to pretend for one night that she was part of Olivia's inner circle instead of just a work colleague she got along well with.

Olivia put her empty cup down. "What next?" It sounded less like a question and more like a demand for the others to come up with some kind of entertainment. "It feels like there's still something missing for the perfect birthday."

While she had passed the point of being just tipsy a good while ago, she still exuded a natural aura of authority and being in control. One that was all the more effective on Wendy since Olivia had lost several layers of clothing over the course of the night, to deal with the heat both from within and from being in a room where dozens of people had partied. Her tight crop top and hot pants left very little to the imagination, and Wendy had caught herself far too many times zoning out of the conversation and just staring at her sexy host.

"I mean, we haven't had a birthday spanking yet." That was Catherine, though everyone just called her Cat, and not just because it was a natural abbreviation of her name. That short blonde was the platonic ideal of shiny object syndrome taken flesh, and she fully leaned into the nick with the fake cat ears she wore. She was also the most drunk of them all, so her less than decent proposal didn't come as a surprise.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Olivia prodded Cat in the side with her elbow, which thanks to Cat's current lack of coordination led to more than just a little spillage of her sticky drink. Wendy didn't envy Olivia's cleaning duties tomorrow.

"It's my birthday," Olivia continued, unbothered by the mess, or pretty much anything else at the moment. "No one's gonna screw with me today. If anything, one of you should give me her ass as a present."

"I mean, there's no law that the birthday girl has to be the one who's spanked," said Eva, the last one around, currently standing at the bar where she helped herself to another drink. Or rather, to an unholy amalgamation of the contents of all the bottles she'd found. While Eva was still relatively sound of mind, she definitely wasn't sound of taste.

"Good point, actually. So, do we have any takers?" Olivia wore the biggest grin as she challenged her friends.

Wendy knew that Olivia was just joking around, and that in a couple of seconds they'd all move on to wherever their slightly derailed trains of thought would end up next. And yet, when it was her turn to be fixated by Olivia's eyes, her stomach did a little somersault and she couldn't help but fantasize about what would happen if she actually took Olivia up on it.

Usually she wouldn't have even considered something as outlandishly daring as saying yes, even as a joke. Not that it would have been a joke; at least not to her. Wendy's daydreams all tended to go in a very specific direction, exploring a masochistic side of her that she hadn't been able to live out in reality yet. Her sex drive was pretty low and masturbation had never held much appeal for her, but she'd spent many, many nights lying in bed unable to fall asleep because her mind kept conjuring up the wildest scenarios, all of which featuring her being under the control of one or more sadistic women who loved nothing more than to hurt her.

While Wendy knew that there was nothing wrong with this particular weirdness of hers and that there were many similarly-minded people out there in the vast lands of the internet, she'd never dared to out herself, too afraid both of the reactions she might get, and the uncertainty of what these seemingly friendly people would turn out to be in real life.

However, this might well be the ideal opportunity to play around with this side of hers in a safe setting. She was among people she could trust not to have any nefarious motives, and the general atmosphere was one where she could say whatever she wanted because it could always be explained away as nothing more than a stupid joke. That was one of the (admittedly few) advantages of being the sober one in the group: It was so easy to get away with hiding truths in plain sight because nobody thought much of anything that was going on.

Wendy was close to going for the time-honored strategy of overthinking things until the chance had passed, followed by many future nights fretting about what could have been. But when Olivia looked away and Wendy realized that this was the last chance she had to say something, she decided to fuck it and just go for it for once. She couldn't spend all her life being afraid. And if things turned awkward, she always had the backup plan of filling all their cups until nobody would remember anything the next day.

"I volunteer!"

Wendy's cheeks got red hot as three pairs of eyes fixated her. Maybe it was time to skip right to the backup plan. Why did she have to phrase it like that? She'd sounded like a gladiator signing up to face three lions at the same time.

"That's what I like to hear." Olivia didn't miss a beat. She patted her lap. "Then be a good girl and come here!"

Wendy stood up as if in a trance. She was painfully aware that she was the center of attention. However, it was an unfocused kind of attention. Cat and Eva seemed amused by the whole situation and curious to find out where it would lead, but at the same time not overly invested. Of course, to them this was nothing more than some random drunken entertainment. Olivia didn't seem to take this whole thing all that seriously as well, but there was glimmer in her eyes that made Wendy's stomach flutter. Maybe Olivia was looking forward to this in more than just a joking manner as well.

The couple of steps seemed to take forever. In a weird way lying down over Olivia's laps helped with Wendy's self-consciousness since she didn't see the others staring at her anymore. Until she felt Olivia's hand on her butt, and even through her jeans that touch made her heart skip a beat.

"Time to uphold this fine tradition, then." Olivia's hand disappeared, only to return with a dull smack.

Wendy flinched, though she quickly realized that it hadn't actually hurt. The impact had sounded convincing enough, but either the jeans soaked up so much of the force, or Olivia didn't dare to hit her for real.

The next couple of slaps weren't much different, either. She felt the hits, but it was more like Olivia bumped into her than the thrilling pain she had imagined. And sure, she shouldn't be complaining when she'd gotten her crush to touch her in this rather intimate way, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed that after how much she'd hyped herself up, nothing much was coming from this spanking.

"How's your butt feeling?" Olivia asked after a strike that was hard by comparison, but still managed nothing but a warm tingle on Wendy's cheeks.

Usually Wendy's first instinct was to tell people what they wanted to hear. Confrontations weren't her strong suit, and she especially didn't want to make her friends feel bad. But in this case that instinct was confronted with her second major social weakness: Her inability to come up with anything witty or flirty, which was exactly the kind of line she would have needed to play along. In an ironic twist of fate, this turned the truth into the most playful thing she could come up with. "Actually, I'm not feeling anything right now."

Cat laughed somewhere behind her and Olivia sounded no less amused as she asked "So you're saying I need to spank you a lot harder?"

Wendy got hot all over. This was it, the moment to embrace her fantasies and answer with a confident "Yes!" or maybe even a little additional taunt. But as it so often did, her voice failed her when it really mattered. She only managed a little shrug, which lead to another round of laughter. God, she was so glad that no one could see her face right now. You would have been able to fry eggs on it.

A completely different heat distracted her from her embarrassment when Olivia brought her hand down again, and this time she actually meant it. The volume of the slap was still in no relation to the muted sting the strike gave her, but while it wasn't actually painful, Olivia's hand left that particular spot a lot warmer than it had been before.

"Better?" Olivia asked. There was something to her tone that Wendy couldn't quite identify. Was she worried that she'd gone too far? Asking herself what weirdness she'd gotten herself into? Or (Wendy barely dared to even think it) was she enjoying herself much more than expected?

"A bit." Wendy only realized how that sounded when she heard more laughter. The alcohol was putting in a lot of work to keep the gang amused, but still. She was escalating things pretty hard here.

"Guess there's no need playing nice, then. Brace yourself!"

Olivia's next strike made Wendy gasp. It might still be a far cry from the screaming torture her overexcited brain liked to imagine, but this time there was no doubt that it actually hurt. The pain was like a shock wave rippling through her butt, not unbearable, but for a glorious fraction of a second her mind was completely blank, all her focus concentrated on this sharp sting that slowly spread out into a hot prickling feeling that lingered surprisingly long. Much longer than it took until Olivia spanked her again. And again.

Wendy squirmed as several more blows made her ass heat up to an uncomfortable level. She wasn't sure if the jeans really protected her, or if they made things worse by trapping that heat against her skin. What she was sure of was that she didn't want this to be over any time soon. She felt wide awake like she hadn't in hours, maybe even days or weeks, and she only got even giddier as the reality of her situation slowly sank in: She was actually getting an honest-to-God spanking from Olivia! While two of Olivia's friends were cheering her on, to boot. It was already clear that this would be her go-to fantasy for a long time to come.

Olivia spanked her a couple more times, spreading an even fire across Wendy's cheeks, but ironically it was her who tapped out from the pain. "Man, that stings quite a bit. Look at that!"

Wendy turned her head to find out what the others were laughing about. Olivia was showing them her hand. Wendy couldn't see it from her position, but it was reasonable to assume that it had turned red from all the forceful impacts.

"Pretty pathetic that your hand is weaker than her ass, not gonna lie," Cat taunted Olivia. Wendy almost slipped from Olivia's lap when her friend playfully kicked at Cat in return.

"Wait, I think I know something that helps." Eva got up and hurried into the kitchen. There was the sound of some rummaging around before she returned a couple seconds later.

"Don't you think that's kinda overkill?" Olivia asked.

"Nah. That girl's a trooper. She can take it."

Wendy strained her neck. It would have been so much easier to see what was going on if she'd simply gotten up from Olivia's lap, but she wasn't going to leave this place unless she absolutely had to. There was a far too high risk that it would break the spell and end this impromptu spanking session. Drunk people didn't have the longest attention spans after all. And also: Olivia's bare thighs were so nicely soft, truly the loveliest spanking bench in existence. Wendy was going to milk this opportunity to cuddle with her crush for as long as she'd get away with it.

"What do you say Wendy?" Olivia asked. "Are you a trooper?"

Something touched her butt, something flatter and harder than a hand. With the jeans and the distracting hot prickling of her cheeks it was impossible to identify the thing, but it seemed to be made out of wood. Had Eva found an actual spanking paddle?

Wendy felt her nerves, but her anticipation was one of excitement rather than fear. Maybe she was in over her head here, but she wouldn't know for certain unless she tried. "Sure," she said. It wasn't the witty one-liner she would have liked to deliver, but she was proud of herself for speaking that one word with full confidence.

"That's my girl!" Olivia's words sent a hot shiver down Wendy's spine. She knew it was just drunken fun and didn't mean much, but hearing her crush say these words still got her all tingly.

Not as tingly as that next strike, though.

Wendy yelped as a sharp and at the same time weirdly dull pain struck her cheek. For a second or two the harsh ache completely took over her mind and a panicked voice in her head screamed that it was too much and that she couldn't handle the pain. Wendy silenced it. Like before the pain only faded slowly, leaving her cheek throbbing hotly. Objectively it was an absolutely awful feeling and she should have ended things here. But subjectively she was crazy enough that she was still enjoying herself.

She gritted her teeth as Olivia gave her a couple more swats. She instinctively wanted to scream out as that wooden implement slammed into her increasingly tender ass, but if she showed Olivia and the others how much it hurt, they might get a bad conscience and stop. No amount of fantasizing had prepared her for the pain of being spanked for real, but even as the fire in her ass brought tears to her eyes she eagerly anticipated the next strike, wishing only that Olivia would taunt her a little, rub it in that she was at her mercy now and would suffer for however long she decreed.

While Olivia didn't live up to this particular masochistic fantasy of hers, the rest of the audience didn't hide how much they enjoyed the spectacle. Cat cheered every time Olivia managed a particularly loud smack, and Eva chuckled from time to time as well. Wendy's face lit up as she imagined the two of them to go even further, to loudly demand Olivia to thrash her ass until she wasn't able to sit for days.

She was so weird for having these kinds of twisted urges, but the hot flutter she felt in her stomach at that thought wasn't shame. If anything, it was pure exhilaration about how well this was working out. She would have never imagined everyone to play along so well with her desires.

"How's your ass doing?" Olivia put the tool down. Only now could Wendy see that her instrument of torture was a big wooden spoon. Such a simple thing, and yet so effective.

Wendy fretted about what to answer. The truth was that her ass kept hurting like crazy, to the point that she was sure she'd gotten some bruises already. Her backside was tender all over and so hot that it felt like Olivia should have been able to see it glow through the jeans. But it was just as true that she didn't feel like she'd hit her limit yet. Maybe she was just being reckless due to her lack of experience and the knowledge that she wouldn't get a chance like this again any time soon, but she'd been careful for far too long.

"It's fine," she said, which technically wasn't a lie. Fine could mean a whole range of things.

"That girl's insatiable," Cat laughed. "Or you're doing something wrong. Gimme that, I'll show you how it's done."

"Nope. It's my birthday, my birthday spanking, and therefore my ass only."

The flutter in Wendy's stomach was back, and stronger than ever. They were rapidly approaching the borders of plausible deniability here. If Olivia was just talking shit and joking around, she wouldn't be this opposed to anyone else getting intimate with Wendy, right? There had to be something more there.

"What do you say?" Olivia asked Wendy. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No," Wendy said quickly before the courage could leave her. "You're doing great."

Olivia laughed. "You heard her. I know how it's done: Like this."

This time Wendy's gasp wasn't missing much to become a full out scream. The pause had made her body take stock of just how much she hurt already, and Olivia thrashed her tender flesh with zero mercy. Wendy's eyes watered as she tried to deal with the harsh ache, squirming in Olivia's lap but still not willing to give up.

"That sounds more like it," Cat cheered from the sidelines.

Wendy bit down on her knuckles to keep herself from screaming as Olivia smacked that hard wooden spoon into her smarting ass. Fuck, that hurt! She was sure Olivia had no idea just how vicious her strikes really were. And how would she? They didn't sound all that much different from her harmless bare-handed spanking, and Wendy was doing her best not to make her pain heard. Even as she approached the limits of what she could handle, she didn't want Olivia to think twice about absolutely destroying her ass. She didn't care if sitting would be torture tomorrow, the trill of getting to live out her fantasies kept her on top of the pain, allowed her to fully immerse herself into her punishment.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep it in forever, it simply hurt too much. Her gasps turned into shrieks and her shrieks turned into screams, until even in their inebriated state the others realized that her distress wasn't faked.

"You okay there?" Olivia put the wooden spoon aside and gently patted Wendy's butt with her hand.

Her tender touches soothed some of the pain, but they couldn't do anything to extinguish the fire that had taken hold of Wendy's cheeks. Still, Wendy wiped her wet eyes so Olivia wouldn't see her tears and worry about her. "More than okay," she said.

"That's my girl!" Olivia helped Wendy back on her feet, only to get her legs all shaky again when she kissed her forehead. "That's for taking my birthday spanking like a champ."

"Thanks," Wendy stuttered, her face feeling as hot as her ass. She stumbled back to her seat, only to reconsider and instead go to the bar, both for a drink and so she had a pretense for why she stayed standing. Sitting didn't seem like a good idea right now.

Cat and Eva also congratulated her on how well she'd taken the spanking, but the conversation quickly moved on to other things. It was so weird to realize that what had been one of the most exciting experiences in Wendy's life was nothing more than a random piece of entertainment to the others. Some real nice entertainment, one they'd likely tell stories about for a good while to come, but still just one of those crazy things that happened at parties.

But while Olivia joked with the others, something had changed between her and Wendy. There was a heat in her eyes every time she looked at her, and Olivia was "accidentally" touching her a lot as she buzzed around to get more drinks for everyone. Maybe the scene had awakened something in her as well.

Still, it wasn't long until Wendy said her goodbyes and went home. It was late, and being pushed to one's limits was fucking exhausting. Maybe she would have stayed a bit longer if she'd been able to sit and chill, but every time her butt touched a chair she had to fight real hard to hide the flash of pain from the others. Just how badly had Olivia destroyed her ass?

She got the answer to that back home in her bathroom. She'd lost her jeans (cursing herself for wearing such tight ones as she pulled them over her smarting cheeks) and the image in her big bathroom mirror made her laugh out in disbelief.

Her ass was bruised alright, though it was even more correct to say that each of her cheeks had turned into one big bruise. Their entire surface was a reddish purple that hurt to just look at. Had Olivia really hit her that hard? Well, the wooden spoon had been unyielding, and it had been many, many strikes in total. One thing was for sure: Sitting would be out of the question for at least a day or two. Good thing the weekend had just started.

Wendy took out her phone. These marks were a beautiful piece of art that needed to be preserved for the future. She half sat down on the sink to have the best possible angle and get both her cheeks nicely into the picture. After a few attempts she managed a shot she was satisfied with. For several minutes she stared at the picture, still barely believing that this hot woman who so confidently presented her glowing ass really was her. She already knew that she'd be looking at it again many, many times in the future.

But it didn't have to be just her private little treasure.

Normally she wouldn't have even considered the idea, but she was still feeling all giddy and reckless, and from how Olivia had acted, she'd surely appreciate the sight as well. Wendy sent her the picture before her doubts had the chance to creep up and stop her.

Even though she looked at her phone several times before going to bed, she got no answer and the message status stayed at unread. Seemed like the party had ended and Olivia had fallen asleep right away, leaving all the clean-up for the next day. Wendy considered deleting the message after all, but in the end her newfound courage won out and she went to bed grinning to herself.

It was almost noon the next day when her phone finally vibrated.

"Ouch! Totally overdid it there. I'm sorry~ How mad are you?" Olivia's emoji-laden message read.

Wendy dropped back onto the bad, grinning as she typed her answer. Her butt still hurt, but as long as she didn't do anything stupid like sitting down on a hard chair, the lingering ache was nothing more than a thrilling reminder of last night.

"Why would I be mad? That was fun." For a moment she was tempted to add a "Can't wait for next time," but that would have been too forward. She had to be realistic. As fun as it had been, at the end of the day it had just been some drunken stupidity with no real ramifications.

Olivia was stuck on "typing" for more than a minute, until she finally sent just three words: "That's my girl!"

Wendy smiled to herself, feeling that warm tingle in her stomach again. As she was considering what she should write back, she got another message.

"I also had a lot of fun. Thanks so much for being my willing victim! And if you want me to make up for the bruises, in any way you want, just say the word! I wouldn't mind seeing your pretty face again this weekend."

The message came with a winking face and several hearts. Well, maybe Wendy had been wrong. Maybe their little adventure would have some long-lasting consequences after all.

She certainly wasn't going to complain.