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It was the morning after I'd experienced my housemate Sarah's massive dildo. The euphoria had long since passed and I'd woken up sore in a way and in places I'd never felt before.

Getting out of bed was a struggle in itself and every step I took as I shuffled slowly to the kitchen hurt. Sarah was already there, leaning over the sink in her pyjamas washing the dishes. I took a playful swipe at her as I hobbled past saying "You're a bad, bad girl"

The crack of my hand on her ass echoed around the room. I hadn't meant to hit her anywhere near that hard! It shocked me fully awake and I immediately turned back to apologise. Something in Sarah's posture stopped me. She was leaning further forward, gripping the sink with her back slightly arched.

I took aim at the other cheek, landing a slap that was even louder than the first had been. As I'd half suspected, Sarah swayed forward with the impact, but then quickly bent again, pushing her tight little ass into the air as if offering it to me. "Finish that washing up and join me in the front room" I suggested. "yes Miss" Sarah replied. The cheeky grin was back, but there was a definite stress on the second word.

Waiting for Sarah to finish in the kitchen gave me a little time to think. I recognised the signals she was giving me, after all they were the same ones I did when I met a man who appealed to me in just the right way. There was a thrill to being on the other end for once. Not arousal, or at least not physical arousal, but something more emotional or perhaps spiritual. I knew the next step was up to me. I could defuse everything with a few words, or I could take up the implied offer and see where it led.

I'm not an impulsive person, but when it comes to kink I'm very much of the opinion that you should seize every opportunity to try something new. After all, you don't know what you like till you've tried it.

"Sarah Watkins! Get in here now!" I shouted, using my strictest voice. She practically ran in, coming to stand in front of me. I slowly looked her up and down, taking the time to admire her physique. She had her hands clasped behind her back, drawing my eyes to her small yet perfectly shaped breasts. I could faintly see the outline of her nipples through the cotton of her pyjama top.

"Have you finished with the washing up yet?" I demanded. "No Miss" she answered quietly. "And what's this?" I pointed to the bottle of lube on the side table. "didn't you tidy up last night?" "No Miss" she answered again. I patted the settee next to me "Come here." She sat down next to me and I quickly corrected her "Not like that!" I pulled her over so that she lay face down across my lap and yanked down her pyjama trousers. "First we'll deal with your punishment, then we'll discuss how you can make it up to me"

I ran my nails lightly across her bare ass, one cheek, then the other. I could feel her tensing beneath my touch in anticipation, a slight shiver running through her body. I lifted my hand and waited until I saw her start to relax, then... Smack! I hit her squarely across the left cheek, leaving behind a bright red palm print. Sarah gasped loudly but didn't pull away. Smack! This time on the right cheek, making a matching red mark.

I alternated left and right, again and again, counting each one out loud. I stopped at 10, feeling Sarah shaking in my lap. I helped her back up and kissed her lips, telling her "Good girl". She kissed me back, slowly at first but with growing passion as she felt me responding.

Pulling back from our kiss, I felt like I owed her an explanation. "That was for making me sore last night. Now we both are!". That made her laugh "yeah sorry about that, should've warned you I guess. Want me to kiss it better for you?" I laughed, thinking it was another joke. I mean, obviously I thought she was joking. Then I saw the way she was looking at me and realised she was serious.

"Well, I'm not sure" I said, playing for time. "I am still pretty sore" Sarah dropped to her knees on the rug in front of me "Please" she begged. "I need to do this. I.. I need to make things right" When I didn't answer right away she put her hands on my knees and eased them apart. Honestly, I didn't fight all that hard to stop her. She was a great kisser, and our little make out session had left me pretty aroused, sore as I was.

Sarah pressed her lips to my thigh, slowly kissing her way higher and higher. I found myself spreading my legs wider apart to accommodate her. When her lips reached my bed shorts, she didn't hesitate, pulling them to one side as her lips continued their journey inward. Her lips made contact with my clit, and I felt her tongue flick out against me, as if she were tasting me. Emboldened, she started sucking, her tongue scribing spirals over my swollen flesh. "Nothing inside!" I managed to gasp out as I succumbed to the pleasure she was giving me. Sarah pulled her head back just long enough to say "Yes Miss" then her mouth descended on me again and I lost myself to ecstasy.

Of course I came. How could I not with Sarah's lips and tongue working such magic on me? Afterwards I was surprised when she looked up at me and said "Thank you Miss." She was thanking me for having an orgasm? I pulled her up and kissed her tenderly on the lips, tasting myself on her "Thank you Sarah, that was very good" as an afterthought I added "now get back to those dishes". Sarah smiled and reached down for her pyjama trousers. "No. I don't think you need those, do you?" She dropped them immediately and I watched her walk to the kitchen, her bare ass still red from her spanking.