Madison Holloway regarded her pretty blond-haired friend over the rim of her coffee mug. Both of their husbands worked at the same architectural consulting firm, and with all of the parties and social functions the company held it was natural that she and Heather Lowelle had become friends. They also lived on the same block as each other, which meant that they were able to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship had deepened over time to the point that Madison now felt that she could talk to Heather about anything.

They had just come back from their weekly Pilates class at the gym, and as they usually did, they were relaxing over coffee.

“Heather, can I ask you something?”

From where she sat curled up on the other end of the couch, the other girl nodded. “Sure,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “What is it?”

Madison hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to come up with the most diplomatic way to word the question. Deciding that being straightforward would probably be the best, she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, took a deep breath and met her friend’s gaze levelly for almost a whole five seconds before lowering her own to look down at her coffee.

“How many times a week do you and Derek...have sex?” she finally said.

If Heather thought the question were too personal, she gave no indication of it. Not that she would, Madison supposed. After all, it wasn’t like this was the first time that the two of them had ever talked about sex. But they had always kept their conversations general and rather superficial. Asking a detailed question like this seemed to be somehow a little more private. But Madison needed some advice.

Her friend only shrugged, though. “Three or four,” she said, and then smiled as she added, “Sometimes more, if he comes home for a quickie at lunch.”

Madison blinked, but said nothing. A quickie at lunch? Her husband, Trent, hadn’t come home to have a quickie at lunch since they were newlyweds, and that had been four years ago. Heather and her husband had been married almost twice that. Trent and Derek worked in the same office. If Derek came home, she didn’t know why Trent couldn’t. Madison frowned. Just one more thing to think about.

“Why?” Heather asked, taking another sip of coffee. “How many times do you guys have sex?”

Now it was Madison who shrugged. “Once or twice, usually on the weekend,” she admitted. “Unless we’re too busy to get around to it.” She thought a moment, and then added, “But I’m a little worried about the quality of it more than the quantity. Even when we do find the time to make love, it’s not as exciting as it used to be. I mean, I love Trent with all my heart, but it’s like our marriage is missing something in the sex department.”

God, she couldn’t believe she was even talking about this, even if it were with her best friend. But if she didn’t discuss it with someone, Madison thought she was going to go crazy. When she and Trent were first married, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Now, their lovemaking consisted of a few kisses, some quick foreplay, and sex in the missionary position before bedtime. It wasn’t that Trent wasn’t interested in her anymore; it was just that their sex life had gotten into a rut, and she wanted to do something about it before it got any duller.

“After a few years, that’s kind of natural,” Heather was saying, her voice soft and understanding.

Madison gave her a rueful smile. “Apparently not for you and Derek.”

Heather laughed. “Derek and I went through the same thing, believe me,” she said. “We just had to learn how to spice things up.”

Madison’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Heather shrugged. “We just decided together that we had to try different things and pay a little bit more attention to both of our needs. We started with sex toys first, you know, dildos and vibrators, and then experimented with some light bondage and role-playing.” She gave Madison a naughty smile. “But what really did it for us was spanking.”

As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and Trent being adventurous enough to try something like bondage, but at the mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.

“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

But Heather only grinned.

Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”

“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And I make sure that I’m bad a lot.”

Madison didn’t know what to say to that, but thankfully she didn’t have to because at that moment, the telephone rang. Setting her mug down on the coffee table, Heather went into the kitchen to answer it. The house had an open floor plan, much like Madison and Trent’s home did, and as Madison watched her friend pick up the cordless phone and hold it to her ear, she tried to picture the pretty blond being put over her husband’s knee for a spanking, but all she could seem to think about was what she would look like in that same position.

The image of herself draped over her handsome husband’s knee was so vivid that it made Madison blush, and she hastily took a sip of coffee as Heather came back into the living room.

“You know,” Heather said, picking up her coffee mug and sitting down on the couch again. “You and Trent might want to think about giving spanking a try before you totally rule it out.” She smiled. “It can be really fun, not to mention a complete turn-on.”

Madison shook her head. “I don’t see how getting spanked can be a turn-on,” she said, and then, suddenly afraid that she’d just insulted her friend, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be into it.”

Heather laughed, assuring Madison that she hadn’t been offended. “Hey, I never would have thought that I’d enjoy being spanked, either, until I tried it a few times, but whatever. Different strokes, right?” was all she said.

Much to Madison’s relief, Heather changed the subject, and they were talking about what a killer workout they’d gotten that morning at their Pilates class when the sound of the garage door opening made her friend’s brown eyes go wide.

“That’s Derek!” she exclaimed. “I forgot he was coming home for lunch.”

Remembering their earlier conversation about the other couple’s penchant for lunchtime quickies, Madison couldn’t help but be a little envious as she heard the car door close. She was just getting ready to ask if she should leave, but apparently Heather had other ideas.

In a flash, Heather was off the couch. Grabbing Madison’s hand, she pulled her to her feet. “Quick, in here!” she said, leading her across the space to the bonus room they had off their living room and half-pushing her inside. “I was supposed to be cleaning up in there so that we can start painting and I don’t want him to know that I spent the entire morning talking with you instead.”

Madison’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything, Heather pulled the door halfway closed and hurried back into the living room. Looking around, Madison’s brow lifted as she took in her surroundings. The room looked like a carbon copy of one that she and Trent had in their house, only with more junk. Heather had mentioned something about them wanting to turn it into a game room, but that had been weeks ago. Wondering how long she was going to be confined there, Madison glanced out the half-open door just in time to see Heather throw her arms around her husband’s neck and kiss him passionately on the mouth.

Both tall, blond, and athletically built, Heather and Derek made an attractive couple, and as Madison watched them kissing, she found herself wondering how she could get her own husband to come home for lunch sometime. But then her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as she heard Derek’s deep voice.

“So,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Did you clean up like I asked you to?”

Heather hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Uhm...not really.”

Derek folded his arms over his chest and when he spoke his voice had taken on a firm tone. “Why not, Heather?”

Madison hoped that she hadn’t gotten her friend into any trouble. She definitely didn’t want to hide out back here and hear them have an argument. And what if he came in the cluttered room? It was what they were talking about, after all. She would be completely mortified to be found eavesdropping.

Madison saw her friend look away, as if not wanting to meet her husband’s gaze. “Madison came over after our workout and we got to talking, and before I knew it, it was already noon,” Heather said softly.

Derek lifted a brow as he regarded his wife. “Heather, you got back from your workout three hours ago,” he said. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve done nothing but talk that whole time? You promised me that you’d get that room done today.”

Heather put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. “It’s not like I could throw her out,” she told him indignantly. “Besides, she always comes over after our workout.”

“So, you’re blaming Madison?”

Heather quickly shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s just that...”

“You were trying to make excuses for not doing as you were told,” Derek interrupted.

Heather opened her mouth as if to reply, but then lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor, and Madison’s brow furrowed at her friend’s odd behavior. Heather had always been spunky and Madison had never seen her step back from a confrontation. But Heather definitely didn’t look defiant now. In fact, she looked totally meek.

“Go get the hairbrush, Heather,” Derek said.

The words were so soft that Madison almost hadn’t heard them, but Heather jerked her head up, her eyes wide.

“B-but...” she stammered.

“Now, Heather,” her husband ordered, and this time, his tone brooked no argument.

It wasn’t like he was mad at her, Madison thought, just very firm. Though she couldn’t imagine what he wanted the hairbrush for.

Heather didn’t hesitate, but turned and made her way across the living room toward the stairs. To do so, she had to pass the room in which Madison was hiding, and as she did, Madison could see the other girl’s lips curve into a smile as her friend hurried up the stairs.

Abruptly, the conversation she and Heather had had earlier about spanking came rushing back to her and Madison blinked. Surely, Heather’s husband wasn’t going to spank her, she thought. But as Heather came back downstairs with a highly-polished wooden hairbrush in her hand, Madison realized that Derek was going to do just that!

For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t seem right to see her best friend get punished. But her curious side made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t help but remember what Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.

Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as she watched the scene unfold before her.

While Heather had gone upstairs, Derek had moved to sit on the couch, and now she went to stand before her husband.

“Before we begin, Heather, I want you to tell me why you’re getting this spanking,” he said.

Her fingers nervously playing with the hairbrush, Heather kept her eyes down as she answered. “Because I didn’t clean up the back room like you told me to,” she said in a small voice.

Without a word, Derek took the hairbrush from his wife’s hand, and then gently taking her arm, he guided her over his knee. As he did so, he placed the hairbrush on the coffee table in front of them, careful to keep it where Heather could see it.

From her hiding place, Madison had a perfect view of the proceedings, and she watched in fascination as Derek began to slowly caress his wife’s upturned bottom. Heather let out a little sigh as his hand moved over her short skirt, only to let out a little yelp when he raised his hand and gave her a sharp smack on her behind.

“Owwww!” Heather cried, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “At least give me a warm-up first.”

But Derek just chuckled as he smacked her again. “This is your warm-up, love. I only have a short lunch break, so I can’t give you the full spanking that you so obviously deserve,” he told her. “But don’t worry. When I start spanking you for real, I promise you’ll know it.”

Heather stuck her tongue out at him. “Meanie,” she accused.

Derek’s response was to give her a series of well-aimed smacks that were even harder than the first, and Heather squirmed against him.

“Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwwww!...Owwww!”

Madison stood spellbound. The spanks looked so painful that she wanted to run in and stop Derek from hurting her friend, but all she could seem to do was stand there and keep watching.

“Hush!” Derek admonished when Heather’s voice had risen. “If you’re this loud now, what are you going to do when I take the hairbrush to your bottom?”

Heather didn’t answer for a moment, but then looked at him over her shoulder again. “I’ll be good,” she told him quietly. “I promise.”

At her words, Derek nodded and slowly pushed up her skirt to reveal a pair of polka-dotted bikini panties. Madison gasped as she saw how pink her friend’s skin was along the edges of her skimpy underwear.

Madison held her breath, waiting for Derek to pick up the hairbrush, but instead he caressed his wife’s panty-clad bottom with his hand for a moment before bringing it down on her behind several times in quick, rapid succession. He alternated from side to side, peppering Heather’s wiggling asscheeks with what looked like pretty hard spanks, and as the other girl’s skin deepened in color, Madison felt a heat beginning to spread in that very sensitive area between her own legs. She couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by watching her friend getting spanked, could she? Maybe it was just from watching such an intimate moment take place between two people that she knew. Maybe.

But before she could explore her response further, her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as Derek slowly pulled Heather’s panties all the way down to her thighs.

Madison’s blue eyes went wide at the sight of her friend’s bare bottom. The skin was a deep rosy red from top to bottom, and when Derek reached down to caress her cheeks, Heather’s sigh of pleasure could be heard all the way across the room. Regardless of the red hue of her cheeks, her friend was obviously enjoying herself.

Madison leaned against the doorjamb, her fingers curling around it as she watched Derek slide his hand between Heather’s legs to finger her pussy, and as she listened to her friend’s moans, it was all she could do not to reach down and touch herself. It was impossible not to be aware of how turned on Heather was, and from where she stood, Madison could hear Derek’s fingers making sexy sounds as he slowly moved them in and out of his wife’s pussy.

Then abruptly, Derek stopped what he was doing to begin spanking Heather again, this time on her bare bottom, and Madison was mesmerized as his hand slapped her friend’s ass over and over. Though Heather squirmed and kicked her legs the entire time her husband spanked her, Madison had the feeling that the other girl really didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

And neither did Madison. Watching her friend get spanked was the hottest thing she’d ever seen! If she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans, she almost certainly would have had her hands beneath it by now. As it was, she toyed with the idea of undoing enough buttons on her jeans to slide her hand into her panties. The only thing that stopped her was worrying how it would look if she got caught in that position.

Derek had stopped again, however, but just long enough to reach for the hairbrush, which he slowly used to glide along his wife’s red-hot bottom. Madison could almost imagine what the smooth, highly-polished surface must feel like as it caressed Heather’s skin. Madison could see the expression on her friend’s face as the girl looked back over her shoulder. The only word that Madison could think of to describe it was anticipation. Heather really wanted this spanking, and Madison realized that she was extremely interested to watching her get it.

Suddenly, there was a loud Smack! as Derek lifted his arm and brought the implement down hard on Heather’s upturned ass.

“Owwww!” she yelped, but she’d barely gotten the word out before Derek smacked her bottom again, harder this time.

The sound of the hairbrush echoed loudly in the huge living room, and Madison watched wide-eyed as her friend’s wiggling bottom went from rosy pink to deep red under the hairbrush. A few times, the brush connected with the tender area between the other girl’s bottom and the tops of her thighs, and though Heather kicked her legs and protested loudly, Madison couldn’t help but notice that her friend also lifted her bottom higher in the air, almost as if she welcomed the spanks.

Then it was over and Derek was caressing his wife’s glowing bottom and murmuring soft words that Madison couldn’t hear. Heather lay draped over his knee while he soothed her tender flesh, moaning with pleasure when he slipped his hand between her legs to play with her pussy again. Now the hand resting on her back served another purpose. No longer did it hold her in place for her punishment, but instead, it kept her from falling off as Heather wildly gyrated on his teasing fingers.

Madison swallowed hard. She was by no means a prude, but spying on her friends while they had sex made her blush just the same. And yet, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off them.

Draped over her husband’s knee, Heather spread her legs wider, and Madison saw Derek slide his finger deep into the other girl’s pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he said hoarsely.

Heather’s only response was a low, throaty moan as her husband began to move his finger inside her. He thrust in and out of her wetness a few times, pleasuring her, before he slid out to pull his wife to her feet.

Heather’s face was flushed, her eyes sultry as she gazed down at her husband, and Madison supposed that her friend had forgotten that she was even there.

“Now look what you’ve done. You’ve made me hard with all that wiggling, you bad girl,” Derek was saying, his voice husky. “What are you going to do about it?”

Giving him a sexy smile, Heather dropped down to her knees in front of him. Running her hands up his thighs, she reached for his belt, hastily undoing the buckle before going for the zipper of his khaki pants. Jerking it down, she reached inside to pull out his hard, throbbing cock. It was so erect that it looked almost painful, and Heather teased him by running her hand gently up and down its length. Then, with a sultry look, she lowered her head.

For just a second, Madison could have sworn that Heather glanced her way as she leaned over and took her husband’s cock in her mouth. Madison thought she should probably softly close the door and give the couple some privacy. Watching a spanking was one thing, but spying on them while they had sex was completely different. And yet, she remained where she was. It wasn’t as if Heather didn’t know she was watching them. That little look the other girl had given her was to make sure that Madison was watching. Apparently, Heather had an exhibitionist streak in her as well. And besides, this was the hottest Madison had been in months. There was absolutely no way she could turn away now.

Heather continued to bob up and down on her husband’s cock while he buried his hands in her hair and thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning so much that Madison thought he might come already, but after just a few short minutes, Heather backed off and stood up. With a wicked smile, she slowly bent over to push her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Stepping out of them, she climbed onto the couch to straddle her husband.

Madison stared at the couple in amazement, unable to believe how hot the whole thing was. She wondered if she would be bold enough to do the same thing with Trent if Heather had been the one hiding in their back room.

Lifting up slightly, Heather guided her husband’s hard length into position, and then slid him inside her pussy. Derek groaned, his hands immediately coming around to grab his wife’s reddened ass as she rode up and down on him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Heather breathed. “Squeeze my ass.”

Derek grinned as he obeyed the command. “Like that?” he asked.

Heather ground down on him. “Harder,” she demanded.

Madison saw his hands grip his wife’s bottom even more tightly. He began to thrust up into her savagely and Heather threw back her head, her long blond hair cascading down her back as her face filled with pleasure. She rode up and down on Derek wildly, gripping his shoulders and letting out soft cries of pleasure as she began to climax. Derek joined her a moment later, his own moans combining with hers to echo off the walls of the living room.

Madison couldn’t believe how excited she was by what she had just watched. She had no doubt that her panties were completely drenched. All she wanted to do was run back to her house and give her husband a call so that he could come home and do the same thing to her. Trent, however, would probably say he was too busy.

After their frantic lovemaking, Derek lay back on the couch, his eyes closed. As Heather draped herself over him, Madison took the opportunity to slip from the room where she’d been hiding. From his vantage point, Derek wouldn’t be able to see her unless he sat up, which he didn’t. Heather, however, could see her just fine and Madison gave her friend a wave as she quietly slipped out of the house. But before she left, she took one more look at Heather’s bottom. It was still positively glowing from the spanking she’d just gotten. Madison would have to remember to ask her friend what sitting down would feel like after something like that.

Outside, she paused a moment to take a deep breath before making her way down the steps to the sidewalk that wound throughout the subdivision. She was having a hard time walking, she was so aroused, and her clit was throbbing so much that every step she took almost made her orgasm. She hoped that none of her neighbors were watching because they way she was walking, she probably looked like she’d had too much to drink.

Maybe her friend was right, Madison thought as she walked the short distance to her own house. Maybe there was something to this spanking thing. And if it resulted in that kind of passionate lovemaking, Madison would try just about anything.



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