Felicia and Amber

Readers, this is a entirely fictional story written on behalf of a dear friend. (wink-wink. You know who you are. And yes, I am up past my very strict bedtime.) My challenge was to write a platonic spanking scene that was purely DD, and not too cliche. You will have to let me know if I was successful.
The story:

Amber and her roommate locked gazes as soon as the door opened on its rusted hinges and let Felicia in. In the blue-hued light of the TV, Felicia could see that Amber’s eyes were swollen and red, and the shoulder of her tee-shirt had obviously been used as a makeshift tissue. She was wrapped around the teddy-bear Mya had given her and was eating the full tin of the disgusting holiday popcorn Felicia’s mother had sent them for Christmas. On the table behind her the foil-wrapped homemade candies appeared to have been ransacked, and Felicia did not dare approach it for fear she would be witness to the aftermath of Amber’s holiday-treat massacre.

“How was your date?” Amber asked on the business-end of denial, in a sweet tone that clearly shouted she was barely keeping it together. Her blond hair hung askew all over her face as if she had roughly removed it from the pigtails she had been sporting over the past month. That was probably exactly what had happened. Mya had been the great encourager of the ponies and from the looks of it, Mya was recent history.

“It was fine,” she answered in a slow tone. Felicia closed the creaking door and slipped out of her shoes on the linoleum entryway, before coming into the living room proper. She flipped the switch on the wall that turned on the soft lamp, chasing away the shadows cast by the TV.

Amber sniffed back her tears, and asked, “Wyatt did not want to come up?”

She could not possibly be interested in Wyatt’s comings and goings. Felicia chose not to answer. Instead, she crossed to the couch and with some gentle force, pried the remote controller out of her roommate’s hand. She clicked the muted TV off and sat beside the wretched girl.

“What happened?” she asked, pulling her knees up beneath her and tucking her brown hair out of her face. Amber’s green eyes brimmed with tears and she choked out three words, “Mya dumped me.”

Big surprise! Felicia thought, but she did not say that aloud, of course. The last thing in the world this girl needed was an “I told you so!” Mya had been a regular Lesbian harpy, flying into Amber’s life with claws unsheathed.

“I’m so sorry,” Felicia said. She rarely knew what to do when other people were in the middle of drama. There never seemed to be the right words or the exact right comforting embrace.

“I’m a slob,” Amber cried out, presenting herself as if to show how utterly disgusting she was. Felicia’s sympathies took a back-burner to her sudden annoyance.

“Don’t start that shit,” she warned her roommate.

Amber’s eyes narrowed both in the study of Felicia and in anger. “I just got dumped and you want to toss around that tone?”

“Look at my face, girl,” Felicia advised her. “We can talk about heartbreak and we can call Mya a whore and manipulative shrew, but you and I have a standing agreement in this house that does not get put away just because you are feeling crummy about yourself and you drank…” Felicia picked up a bottle of cheap red from where it had tipped onto the tan rug, thankfully corked. “Half a bottle of wine. You talk nice about yourself or you say nothing at all.”

Amber’s eyes swelled over and tears began coursing down her cheeks. “How can you say that?” she demanded. “You think Mya just decided to walk away for no reason?”

Felicia’s snort did not begin to express how she thought of Mya. “No. I am sure she had a reason. Something in the vicinity of a D-cup and loose morals, I would imagine.”

That was not helpful, and Felicia repented the words as soon as she said them, and then especially when it through Amber into a fit of tears. “You think she has someone else? Do you think she cheated?”

Yes! Felicia screamed in her head, but what she said was, “Shhh,” and pulled Amber into her arms to stroke the girl’s hair. Sometimes it felt like there was a lifetime between them, but it was little more than a couple years. For several minutes they sat in the comforting embrace, with the teddy bear jabbing uncomfortably into Felicia’s ribs. But the discomfort did not make her move a muscle. Amber’s words did that.

“I’ll bet she’s skinny,” Amber whispered after a long time. “Probably a skinny girl because Mya was tired of ugly fat girls.”

Felicia pressed her lips together and pulled back, the caution in her eyes blatantly ignored by the other girl. “Maybe if I was skinny she would not have left me,” Amber went on, studiously avoiding Felicia’s gaze.

It would be no use to explain to Amber that she was not fat or ugly, and that Mya was a slug who used girls up and moved on for her own twisted amusement. It would do no good, because tomorrow Amber would be back to listing Mya’s qualities and blaming herself for the ultimate failure of the already doomed relationship.

Felicia let out a long breath and dropped her feet onto the floor. “Come here,” she ordered her roommate, and patted her knee.

Amber appeared to be shocked. “I am in crisis!” she argued.

“Yeah,” Felicia agreed. “The crisis is that a breakup is not an excuse to begin insulting yourself. If I sit here and listen to you complain about your weight, next it will be your intelligence, and your wit, and if you say all those things enough, you will begin to believe them. So…” she patted her knee again. “Come on over.”

Amber gave a defeated cry. “Crisis!” she said again, presenting her face with her fingertips in a dramatic gesture Felicia supposed was meant to fend her off.

Felicia reached out a hand and grabbed the girl’s wrist, pulling Amber toward her on the couch. She tossed the bear aside when it impeded Amber’s progress.

“You can’t spank me on the same night my girlfriend dumped me!”

It was a fairly reasonable argument, Felicia admitted to herself, but it did not stop her from pulling Amber over her knees. “Yes, that is certainly unfair,” she agreed as she tapped the girl’s bottom once. “I guess it’s just not your day.”

Amber did not try to fight. She put her head down onto the couch and sobbed, “I probably deserve it anyway. I probably drove her away!”

Felicia clenched her teeth. “You do deserve it, but not because of Mya. That girl could use a caning or five for what she does to people. But you are not allowed to talk down to yourself or about yourself, and her leaving like the hopeless hag she is, is no excuse.”

Felicia gave Amber’s bottom a single firm slap that startled her into arching. It was as if she suddenly realized what had happened. “Wait,” she cried out. But Felicia did not wait. Over Amber’s pink-striped pajamas, Felicia gave her a brief and painful warm-up. Before it was even over, Amber was trying to push herself free.

“No,” Felicia replied, and tugged her back into position.

“But, I did not mean it,” Amber argued through new tears. “I was just needing…”

“Reassurance? Comfort? You can ask for those things,” Felicia answered. She tugged at the waistband of the pajamas, and Amber reached back to stop her.

“No, please!” she said. “I have learned my lesson. I will be nice to myself.”

“I know you will,” Felicia said, and knocked Amber’s hands out of her way. But they were back in place again in an instant, and she tried to turn on Felicia’s knee and argue.

“I said I learned my lesson. And this is probably a bad idea. What would Wyatt think if he walked in and saw you spanking your roommate?”

Felicia snorted. “He’d probably be really jealous,” she said, and smacked Amber’s hands away again. “And maybe ask if he could pull up a chair. And then I would probably spank him for asking such a dirty question.” She hooked a thumb through the fabric of the pajamas and the cotton briefs underneath. Both came down with one almighty tug. Amber cried out as her bottom was bared, and tried to cover it with her hand. It was less an attempt to stop the punishment, Felicia supposed, and more an attempt to cover the nudity. It had to be a surprising sensation. Felicia has spanked the girl more than once in the past, but had always left her panties on. Grabbing the panties, too, had only been by accident. But what was done was done.

Now the warm-up was over, Felicia laid in hardcore. She had not thought panties had offered much protection, but Amber squealed and jumped more than ever before. She was screaming for it to stop long before Felicia was willing. Felicia watched in somber fascination as the girl’s bottom turned from a pink to a hot shade of red. Seeing her target allowed her to space smacks more evenly than ever before, and the color spread out beautifully.

“There will be no. more. trash. talk. about. yourself. in. this. house. do. you. understand. me. Missy?”

“Yes!” Amber screamed. “Stop! Oh, please, stop!”

Felicia gave her a couple more smacks and then relinquished her. Amber slid off the couch onto the floor and tugged her panties and bottoms up in a bizarre sort of weeping scramble. Felicia rose and crossed the room, heading into the kitchen to get herself a drink.

When she looked back over her shoulder a minute later, Amber was kneeling up on the couch, her stomach pressed to the back, tears falling in unrelenting streaks down her face as she watched Felicia.

“What?” Felicia asked gently, surprised as she always was by the after-spanking vulnerability and openness in Amber’s face.

“Can we talk now about how Mya’s a whore?”

Felicia made a sad face and reached in the freezer for a pint of ice cream. “Of course we can, sweetie,” she promised, and grabbing two spoons, she returned to the couch for the long talk.

The End.
Pura hates it. I will be interested to know if anyone shares her aversion.
--Mistress Nichole