Jane - a tale of submission or how I let my best friend spank and fuck my husband in front of me (Part One)
Jane looked at me, smiled softly. She was a beautiful woman for sure. Her black hair hung like a velvet curtain, green eyes, sweet lips. Lips that were curved into the most lascivious smile. We were sharing a glass of wine over dinner. A girl’s night with my best friend. That’s when she came out with it, out of the blue.
“Have you never had a man kneel before you and submit to your every desire?” she said.
“What? No. How could I? I never even thought of it.”
The smile grew broader. A knowing smile.
“Oh darling, you are so naïve almost innocent.”
“I’m not, I’ve had plenty of sex!” I countered a little hotly. I was no prude by any means. I probably blushed.
We were almost polar opposites. I was fair and she was dark. I had brown eyes to counter her green. I had nice lips, but I wasn’t anything like the beauty she was. We had known each other forever but suddenly, I felt as if I did not know her at all.
“I’m not talking about sex, darling. I’m talking about the sublime nature of power, the power of a woman, over a man.”
“But I don’t want…” I stopped.
There was a flash of something just then. My husband Oliver, kneeling at my feet naked. A fantasy. It’s almost as if she read my mind.
“You don’t want what you’ve never had. You see, you’ve never had a taste of what it’s like.”
“What, what’s like?”
I wished she would stop talking in riddles.
“What it’s like to dominate your man. It’s beautiful, it’s powerful, so… erotic.”
“But I…” I stopped again.
Creeping up on me were questions and images. Domination. I had thought of it if I’m honest. I had thought of it a lot. Half looked at things online and looked away quickly in case I was sucked into their depths. A depth of something I was afraid of. I was afraid of getting so hooked that I couldn’t get out of it.
But Jane was on a roll. When she gets like that, there’s no stopping her at all.
“I bet you, I could make your husband kneel to me, subjugate himself, to me.”
“What?”
I was horrified, shocked. But then not really because the idea of it made me feel quite hot under the collar. Good God! Oliver kneeling to her. I should be angry, furious but all it did was make me horny.
“What I said. I could make your husband kneel to me. Do you think I couldn’t?”
It was a challenge, there in her eyes. I didn’t know how to meet that challenge without agreeing to it. I wanted very much to agree to it.
“I…”
“Then you’ll see, exactly what I mean and why you want it.”
How did she know? How could she see into my head like this? All these dark thoughts swimming there quietly forever.
“I don’t know what you mean!” I threw it back at her defiantly.
“Oh, but you do. I know you do, Samantha, because I know you so well.”
“How could you know about that…”
Damn! My hand went up to my mouth. I had let on to her something I’d kept hidden for years. Avoided, shied away from. I didn’t want her to unleash my demons, or did I?
“Because I saw it in your eyes. I can read you, darling. As soon as mentioned it…” she left the rest unsaid. She had known me so long, of course, she probably could know exactly what I was thinking.
I sighed. It was true. There were hidden desires. Very hidden. I wanted to be ‘normal.’ I felt my desires were perverted or something like it. So, I shut them away. I locked them down tight. Avoided the subject. Because that is what I do.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to dominate a man, or a woman for that matter. It’s just a kink. That’s all. It’s really nothing to be ashamed of.”
“No, it’s not, it’s…” my voice died, quelled by her look.
“Believe me, it is. I want to show you just how much. If you let me. Think about it.”
Why did she bring this up now? Why did she want to open Pandora’s box?
But Jane didn’t say any more. The moment passed, and I poured more wine. We talked of other things. However, the die had been truly cast. From that day to this, I practically thought of nothing else. I masturbated over it in the shower, not once but many times. Within me, the fragile walls I had built against my desires were slowly breaking.
That’s how we came to be sitting in my living room after dinner one day, a short time after that conversation. A dinner I had invited Jane to share with us. Me and my husband Oliver.
I had taken the bet, of course, I had. I hoped I was going to lose it too. Because I desperately wanted to see what she was offering me.
Jane had dressed incredibly provocatively for the evening, as had I at her behest. She wore a short leather skirt, pink blouse, hair done up in one long plait. Red lipstick and nails. I noticed she was wearing flat leather thong sandals with thin straps.
I felt heels would have been better, and I wore mules, plus a figure hugging dress which left nothing to the imagination. Oliver could hardly keep his eyes off either of us all through dinner. The wine flowed and we were all a little looser with our inhibitions. The timing was almost perfect.
That’s when she said it.
“Samantha tells me, you’re a very naughty boy,” said Jane without any build up or lead in, just like that.
Oliver stared at her wondering if she was joking. He was used to her way of suddenly going off topic. But this sounded to him like an attack, perhaps.
“What?”
“Yes,” she continued conversationally. “She says you’re not so attentive, stay out late at work, neglect her needs, that sort of thing.”
He stared at her and then me. I supposed wondering if I’d been complaining about him to Jane. I hadn’t. She has simply gleaned it from things I’d said, then elaborated, taken a chance it was true. A chance he would take the bait. Bait for something he didn’t know he was getting into.
“What have you been saying, Samantha?”
Jane laughed, made light of it.
“Oh, don’t mind her. We were just talking, you know. Like we girls do.”
But he was thinking about what she said, I could tell.
“Well, I mean, it’s…”
“Not true?” She finished it for him. “I think it probably is, don’t you?”
I wondered where exactly she was going with this, but I was also intrigued, excited almost. She was leading him into something that was for certain.
He sighed. She had hit a nerve, just as she hoped he would.
“OK, I suppose she’s right. I’ve been busy at work lately and you know after so many years of marriage, well sometimes we slip. I’m sorry, Samantha.”
He smiled at me.
I couldn’t help but smile back because I loved him, I always have.
“It’s OK,” I said automatically and that was my standard well worn response. I wanted to reassure him it was alright. Because I always do, because I love him.
But Jane had other ideas.
“It’s definitely not OK,” she cut in.
“Oh!” His eyes held a spark of defiance. I could see he felt she was overstepping the boundaries as a friend.
I held my breath, something was brewing. She definitely had my attention.
“And I think we should do something about it don’t you?”
She smiled at him in an almost superior way, condescending. Almost as if it was designed to get up his nose. It did.
“What did you have in mind?” his tone was a little bratty all of a sudden. Perhaps that was her intention. He sounded almost like a child.
“What do you think should happen to a naughty boy?” Jane said implacable.
Oliver sometimes isn’t very nice after a drink. He can be cutting if he gets rattled. I usually let it pass. Jane wasn’t going to. She was building up to a punch line. I began to have an inkling of what it was.
“I don’t know but I suppose you are going to tell me.” It was sarcastic now, sneering.
I suddenly anticipated what was coming next, and my heart was in my mouth. I could hardly breathe. The excitement inside me made me tingle like anything.
“Naughty boys,” she said quietly. “Get a spanking. A bare bottom spanking.”
It was out there. My eyes widened and so did his. I was expecting it and it sent shivers down my spine. He certainly wasn’t.
“What!” he said at once. “That’s absurd!”
I noticed though, a bulge in his trousers which wasn’t there before. So did Jane. When Oliver has an erection, you can tell. His cock isn’t small by any means.
Jane wasn’t fazed by his protest. I think she knew. We both did that this was only going to end one way. I know Jane, of old, and she will persevere until she gets what she wants. In this case, I almost gladly wanted her to get her way. I wanted to see her spank my husband. The breaking dam had broken and was threatening to become a flood.
Now it became a battle of wills. One Jane was always going to win.
“No, not absurd at all. You deserve a spanking and I’m going to give you one!”
“You certainly are not!”
“Really, we’ll see about that.”
She acted quite as if she didn’t care what he thought. It was almost as if she was born to command. She was a queen, and he would do as she said. This was a side to her I hadn’t seen before, not like that.
“Yes, we will because it’s not going to happen.”
Quite deliberately Jane leant down, removed her right sandal and held in by the heel in her hand. She began to tap the sole of the sandal in the palm of her other hand. I now understood why she’d chosen to wear them. She looked at him, spoke very firmly.
“Oliver. Stand up, come over here, take down your trousers and underwear and get over my knee.”
He stared at her in shock. I couldn’t move. I was transfixed. My breath caught in my throat. At the same time, I could feel this sensation inside me, tingling all the way down to my pussy. Anticipation, and more. My legs were weak, and my pussy started to get wet.
“I will not!” He really did sound like a little boy, all of a sudden.
The bulge in his pants was now huge. As I said, he has a pretty big cock, but this was something far more. He was fully aroused.
Jane continued to speak to him as if he was a mere child.
“I won’t tell you again. Now do as you are told. Get up, get those pants down and over my knee you go!”
Her voice was suddenly stern, assertive. A tone I had never heard from her before. It was mesmerising.
“No!”
She raised it up a notch and smacked the sandal down into her palm.
“I said NOW!”
It really was as if she was talking to a naughty willful child. We were all for a moment, frozen in time. I wondered exactly what was going to happen
See PART TWO for the rest of the story
