Overheard

February 8, 2008 – 11:32 am

“Ayway, that’s how it is with us,” Stacy said as she dipped the last
of her coffee. Colleen had listened intently to Stacy’s telling of
how she regularly administers discipline to her boyfriend during their
roller-coaster-like relationship. “He always comes back to me, and
every time he does after breaking up, I give him a good thrashing
before I’ll start seeing him again. And after that, I have to
regularly discipline him to keep him in line.”

Colleen, a quiet, reserved woman of 31, and Stacy, a 33-year old
blonde with a slender build and an in-charge demeanor, had been
friends for several years, from the time they both worked for the same
company. They had since changed jobs a couple of times and kept in
touch, although Stacy had not until today shared with Colleen the fact
that she disciplines her boyfriend.

“That’s amazing, Stacy,” Colleen replied with wide eyes on her
innocent-looking face. Stacy chuckled to herself inside at the way
Colleen could look so innocent and yet be so mature for her age.
“Maybe I’ll get some pointers from you when I have an opportunity to
do someting like that,” Colleen continued. “Right now, I’m not sure I
could follow through.”

“Anytime you want some information or help, you call on me, do you
hear?” Stacy admonished. “And don’t be shy. I mean it when I say
I’ll be there for you.”

Colleen smiled wistfully and nodded as she reached over and squeezed
Stacy’s hand. “What time should I be there tomorrow?” she asked.

“Around six, and we’ll eat at six-thirty,” Stacy replied. Stacy had
invited Colleen to join her and her boyfriend for dinner the following
evening, which was a Friday. Colleen and Stacy took care of their
lunch tab and went back to their respective jobs.

Colleen showed up at Stacy’s promptly at six with a bottle of chianti.
During the meal Colleen noticed that, although Stacy’s boyfriend could
be a real jerk at times, Stacy had a happy glow about her much of the
time. Colleen thought to herself that if she were in a relationship
with someone like him, she’d have to be the dominant one in order to
keep from being walked on.

Stacy casually answered up the phone when it rang after dinner.
Colleen overheard Stacy as she talked:

“Hello? Oh hi, Elisa. Just finishing up dinner. Mm-hmmm. No,
that’s okay… No, tell me now… Oh REALLY? Hmmmmm. Really?
Are you sure it was… Yeah, that’s right… That’s not what I
heard… Damn! How can you be sure of that… Yes, I’ll need to do
something about that… (sigh) Yeah… No, that’s okay… All
right… Talk to you Monday. ‘Bye.”

After a couple more minutes of cleaning up, Stacy casually addressed
her boyfriend, “I just had a conversation with Elisa. I want you to
go to the bedroom, fetch the paddle and the cane, get completely
undressed, and wait for me.”

He looked up at her, “What’s -”

“No argument!” Stacy snapped. “NOW! GO!”

Stacy stood firmly, her hands on her hips, with a stern expression on
her face, until he had gone in to the bedroom and closed the door.
She went over to Collen, gently put her hands on Colleen’s shoulders,
and said, “I have to punish him now. It shouldn’t take more than
fifteen or twenty minutes. I’d really like for you to stay here, and
not leave. We can continue the evening afterward.”

Colleen nodded agreement, her mouth immediately going dry.

Stacy disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door just enough so
that no one could see directly in. However, the door was still open a
few inches.

Colleen, feeling excitement, listened intently to the sounds coming
from the other room. This is what she overheard:

Hand me that paddle.
(mumbling)
I said hand… me… the… paddle!
Okay now… Get over that chair.
(shuffling sounds)
(Then the paddling started. The sound of the paddle on bare skin was
very distinct, which made Collen suspect that the strokes were being
applied very hard.)

(Several strokes)
Aaaahhhh!

(More strokes)
Aaaaahhhhh!

(The paddling continued)
Owwww! STACY!
(One hard stroke)
No, get back in position! (pause)

(The paddling resumed)
Aaaaahh!

Oh God, Stacy!

Aaaah! Stacy, I can’t –

You just stay there and hold on very tight! If you stand up again,
I’ll add strokes with the cane.

Owwwwwwww!

Aaaaugh!

Stacy! Please!

Colleen was becoming aware of dampness between her legs, and shifted
her position several times. The paddling continued for a few moments,
the sounds of the strokes interspersed with increasingly ardent
protests and pleading from Stacy’s boyfriend. The paddling stopped,
and there was some hushed whispering coming from the bedroom. The
whispered conversation continued for a couple of minutes. Stacy’s
boyfriend’s voice then came through.

No, Stacy, please!

Hand me the cane, NOW!
(pause)

Back into position! And don’t interfere or get out of position or
I’ll give you extra!

Colleen heard the whippy cane making steady and repeated contact with
bared skin. In the bedroom, Stacy was administering the caning with
an even cadence, one stroke every few seconds, interspersed with
admonishments to her boyfriend to stay in position. Outside the
bedroom, Colleen was visualizing the cane striating the bared bottom
of the recipient, her mental imagery accentuated by his cries of pain.

As the severe whipping mercilessly continued, Colleen’s trembling hand
quickly made its way under her dress and inside her panties. A brief
moment later Colleen’s eyes closed tightly and she climaxed. Suddenly
the pace of the caning increased considerably, with a corresponding
urgency and strident quality of the recipient’s reaction.

As the caning continued, to Colleen’s amazement, her hand quickly
slipped inside her panties and stimulated her to another orgasm.

Then Colleen overheard Stacy tell her boyfriend, “I’m going to go back
and talk to Colleen. I’ll give you ten minutes to get yourself
composed and to come out and join us!”

Colleen smiled to herself.