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From: cyan@protgp.com
Subject: {ASSM} Story: Totally Crazy
Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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Hi all,

I hope you enjoyed the stories I've already posted, "Any Time", "Our
Needs", and "Proper Result".  Here's another story.

Enjoy!

-Cy
http://cyan.protgp.com



Totally Crazy
by Cyan
Copyright 2002 by Cyan

"So who was she?" I asked Martha.  Martha had introduced her
as Bella.

"Mm," was the sound that came out of Martha's mouth as she smiled.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she added.

"Oh really?" I said, curious.  Something about the way they had
exchanged glances had suggested an intimacy.  Was it possible Martha
had a gay streak?

Martha laughed.  "I can see that your imagination is running away
with you.  Believe me, you don't want to know."

I wondered whether she was egging me on.  I decided to come right
out with it.  "You're gay."

She laughed out loud, but the way she laughed I quickly revised
my thinking.  But what had she meant?  "Well," she said, "we did
have a relationship, but believe me it wasn't that sort."

Now that really confused me.  "Not that sort?"

She calmed herself then seemed to take in that I was interested
and probably wouldn't be deterred.  "Exactly," she said.  I awaited
her explanation.  "There was no sex," she said.

A relationship with no sex.  A friendship.  Yes, their exchanged
glances might have been explained by a very close friendship.
But that didn't explain the way Martha had been reacting to my
curiosity.  I wondered if there had been an attraction that they
chose not to pursue.  I noticed that Martha was watching me think.
"You're just going to obsess about this?"  she asked.

"No, of course not," I said.

She grinned.  "Now don't be shocked," she said.  "It was a spanking
relationship."

I was glad we were sitting down.  My mouth must have been hanging
open.  "What?" was the first word I managed.

"I told you you didn't want to know," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"We--did some spanking.  That's all."

I noticed that she was looking a little uncomfortable and felt a
little guilty for putting her on the spot.  But I couldn't think
of what I could say that might make her more comfortable.  "OK,"
was all I came out with.

She grinned.  "You're shocked," she said.

"Amazed," I replied, having gotten a bit of a hold on myself.
"Spanking?"  I guess my curiosity was taking hold again.

"It was only a few times."

"Why?"  I truly didn't understand.

She grinned.  "If you don't know I doubt I could explain it."
When all I did was stare at her, she said in a perfectly light voice
"It's fun."

"Fun?"

"Why would we ever do it if it wasn't?"

Why indeed?  "It's crazy!"

"I know," she said, smiling.

"So you--exactly what *did* you do?"  Why was I asking this stuff?

"I spanked her."

She'd told me I didn't want to know.  I felt she was right but
curiosity and amazement had taken hold.  "She let you?"

"Sure," she said.  When I didn't respond right away she repeated
"It's fun."

"For her too?"

"Oh yes."

"How did you two--end up doing this?"

"Oh we were talking one day and it came up."

"How does that come up?"

"Oh I don't know, I guess we were talking about guys and the things
they want sometimes."

"And?"

"I told her about Gary.  You remember Gary?  He'd kill me for
telling you this but--he wanted to spank me."

"He did?"

"Oh yes."

"Did he?"

"No," she said decisively. "But I noticed something about how Bella
reacted to the story.  And one thing led to another."

"Another?"

"Yep.  There we were in her apartment later that day."

"You spanked her?"

"Yep.  She was over my lap, her pants down."

"Had she done this before?"

"Actually no, but I suspect she'll find the nerve to mention the
idea to her boyfriends in the future."

"So it was that once?"

"Oh a couple of more times.  The last time I used a belt on her.
She undressed completely and leaned over the edge of a table.  Oh,
I'm saying more than you want to hear."

She definitely was.  "No," I said.  "I've just never heard of
such a thing."  That wasn't precisely true but I'd always thought
of such fetishes as being far more remote from my innocent life.
"I still don't understand why."

"Like I said, it's fun.  It's like one of you has been bad and the
other is charged with disciplining her."

"Are you attracted to her?"

"Well, she does have a spankable bottom.  We never had sex or
anything."

"A spankable bottom?"

"Listen, you're taking this much to seriously.  It was just a little
fun, that's all.  I liked it and she liked it.  There's nothing the
least bit lesbian about either of us.  I sensed she was intrigued
and I realized she'd be fun to spank."  I was silent, not really
knowing how to go on, and thankfully Martha brought up another
topic that occupied us through the rest of lunch.

You know I found myself mulling over it.  Martha, into a kinky
pastime.  Spanking for fun.  Martha feeling Bella had a spankable
bottom.  It was crazy, totally crazy.  I thought of some of my old
boyfriends and tried to think of having that sort of "fun" with them.
Spanking a woman for fun but according to Martha it wasn't the least
bit lesbian.  Straight women feel the urge to spank each other and
get together to do it.

Eventually I became more used to the idea which was good since I had
no intention of dropping Martha as a friend.  It had been too many
years and whatever her kink it was obvious from past history that she
was plenty straight, into men without a doubt.  We're all different
so I granted Martha her quirk.  But it still amazed me to think that
someone so much like me could be so different in this one respect.
The whole idea of spanking another woman just for the fun of it,
me, a straight woman.  On a list of all the things that I might find
"fun", that had to be pretty much the last.

But then I noticed a woman at work.  A *spankable bottom,* Martha
had said.  Yes, the woman had been facing away from me once when
I'd glanced over.  I sensed Martha's phrase had found its way into
my unconscious and some part of me had been checking out women ever
since, to discover what the heck that phrase might be.  And then
I saw it.

The woman, Lisa, was someone I'd known and liked for a while
though I'd never done more than talk to her a bit.  She was nice
and friendly.  I thought about the way her bottom had struck me,
her body actually.  I feared I was feeling the impulse that Martha
had felt.  Was I like Martha after all?  Or had Martha made this
happen to me?

I felt a little nervous talking to Lisa, having had that momentary
thought.  I knew I'd never forget it.  I thought about it more.
Had Lisa's personality been part of it?  Her body was nice but there
were better bodies around if that was any part of it.  Was she the
sort of person that I felt the urge to spank?  I thought about her.
She was the sort of person I'd have loved to have as a sister-in-law.
I realized I must have sized her up like a man would, or rather
the way I thought a man should size up women.  If I were a man...

But I wasn't gay and I was so sure of that.  I certainly wasn't
conjuring the attraction I felt for men.  Did I want sex with Lisa?
No I didn't, but I wanted to spank her.

My obsessing had led me to that.  Yes, I actually did want to spank
her and soon after I realized I wanted it really badly.  I snuck
glances at her and I probably blushed sometimes when I met her.
It was like her body was etched in my mind and I couldn't think
about anything else.  I couldn't *do* anything without the thoughts
intruding.  And despite myself I began planning.

It's like your mind goes off on its own course.  I didn't mean to
but I found myself considering approaches, but pretty much rejecting
them all.  The best I came up with was to get into talking about
men and tell a little lie about what some guy had asked me to do,
and see if I could get things to work out like they did for Martha.

But I couldn't do it.  What I did do was probably make a fool of
myself, hanging on to Lisa's every word.  I thought about inviting
her out to lunch but I was so nervous about it that I couldn't
manage it.

It was too much.  Every night I want to sleep thinking about it.
I remembered Martha's descriptions and imagined it with Lisa.
I'd look for her every day, trying to follow her daily routine and
I was afraid someone at the office might notice.  And I wanted it,
so badly.  I remembered crushes I'd had on guys and it was like
that.  I could hardly stand to live I wanted so badly to do it.
I remembered how I'd reacted to Martha's story and realized I was
now just as bad if not worse.  I no longer had the slightest doubt
how Martha had come to do such a thing.

I imagined Lisa, over my lap, her pants down.  Letting me do it,
wanting me to do it.  Wanting a spanking from me.  Spanking her hard.
Making her stand in the corner afterward with her pants down like
a bad girl.  Lisa, letting me do that.  I imagined her asking me
to spank her, begging me.  I imagined her naked, letting me use a
belt on her.  I imagined her thanking me later as she left, saying
that I fulfilled her dreams, begging me to let her come again.
I wanted it so badly, to do it.

I couldn't stand my life.

I confessed to Martha.  I told her I understood.  I told her about
Lisa and about my obsession.  She smiled.

"You know what you have to do?" she said.

"What?"

"You have to lighten up.  Big time.  It's supposed to be fun and
you're making it into the tragedy of your life."

I kind of knew she was right.  I had a tendency to do that when I
had crushes.  I knew I needed to be carefree, to let things happen
and enjoy myself all the while, or people would sense my obsession
and I'd remain alone.  I had to let life take its course and give
me chances to discover relationships instead of obsessing about
the relationships that weren't happening.  Now it was the same with
the spanking thing with Lisa.  "That's me," I agreed.

"But you can do it," she said encouragingly, "lighten up and you'll
find yourself asking her exactly as you've planned."

"I'm not going to ask her!" I said.

"Why not?"

Why not?  I realized a part of me absolutely refused such a thing no
matter how well I might ever manage to conquer my nerves.  And in
any case I didn't want to admit anything to Martha.  I obviously
still felt weird about the whole business.  A straight woman asking
another straight woman if they can engage in a little spanking,
just innocent fun of course.  In any case, the odds Lisa would
do anything other than be shocked and start avoiding me had to be
pretty much zero.  "She hasn't a clue about this.  She'd probably
run or laugh and probably avoid me forever."

"You can't know that."

"Sure, there could be a chance in a thousand, but that's the
same thing."

"These things can surprise you.  You *have* to test the waters.
Tell her your little story."

Well I wasn't going to do it and somehow talking to Martha didn't
make me lighten up in the least.  It made me worry more about
whether to approach Lisa: my resolve on the issue was coming and
going several times every day.  Sometimes I was absolutely sure I
had to do it.

"Still nothing," said Martha when we had lunch again.  "You've got
to give it a try just to get yourself past this."

"There's no way..."

"I thought the same thing once.  Listen, I want to meet her."

"Huh?"

Something made me nervous about that, but Martha insisted and she
came in the office briefly after lunch instead of simply dropping me
off and I managed to get them together for a minute.  "Good choice
for you," Martha whispered when I escorted her back to her car.

"What do you mean?"

"Go for it," she said and I didn't get another word out of her.
I remember watching Lisa that day.  She came over and mentioned
Martha.  I hid my obsession like I always did.  I felt so weird,
the thoughts of spanking her coming up unbidden right in the midst
of our conversations.  I thought of Martha's advice.  Just strike
up another conversation with Lisa, get the topic onto men and tell
her an amusing little story about an old boyfriend with kinky urges.
No big deal.  I'd see her and knew I *had* to do it.

I didn't.  It was back to daydreams and insomnia from not being
able to get her out of my mind.  I found my fantasies growing more
elaborate.  An entire visit, her at my apartment door, subdued yet
eager.  The way I'd tell her to ready herself.  Each moment until
she hugged me at the door before leaving.  The feel of her body
as she'd hug me.  Four fantasies of four visits, each going a bit
further, yet excruciatingly restrained.  Nothing but spanking and
punishment, even while she was naked, awaiting my will.  And every
day it was seeing her at the office again, often sensing that the
conversation I'd just had with her could easily have been steered
to the right topic.  I sensed she definitely felt I was her friend.
I actually began to feel more comfortable with the whole idea.

It was one day after work that I found myself needing to talk to
Martha and stopped in.  "I think I'm going to do it," I said.

"About time," she said, but not quite looking convinced.

I'd said those words to her but this time I was sure I felt more
secure about it than any previous time.  "I mean it this time,"
I said.  "But of course nothing's likely to come of it."

"You'll be surprised," she said.

I laughed.  "A thousand to one," I said.  I liked Martha and was
glad I was finally feeling a little more at ease about Lisa.

"Well," she said.  "In fact, I have something to show you."
She said no more, but led me into her living room and sat me down.
"You're not going to believe this," she said, grinning.  She got
out a videotape.  "I haven't been sitting back idly," she said.
"I've been checking into the matter myself."  She had it in
the VCR and started it and the TV.  I was definitely confused.
"I had a little talk with Lisa of my own."

"Talk?"  was all I said.  I was confused but also there was a lump in
my throat.  A fear was welling up in me and I didn't understand it.

"Watch," she said, still grinning.  "I think you'll realize that
you don't have thousand-to-one odds to overcome."

It was Lisa and Martha.  Lisa looked a little nervous and gave the
camera a couple of nervous glances.  "Are you sure?" she said.

"Absolutely," said Martha on the tape.

Then Martha-on-the-tape sat on a chair.  Lisa was close by and
looked even more nervous.  "How am I supposed to do this?" she asked.

"Just lie over my lap," Martha told her.  I stared, paralyzed.
Lisa looked awkward but did as Martha said.  "OK," said Martha,
"slip your pants and underpants down."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Awkwardly she did it all while lying over Martha's lap.  I wanted
to bolt.  I didn't know what to think.  "OK, you ready?" asked
Martha after her rear was totally uncovered.

"This is really supposed to be fun?" asked Lisa.

Martha laughed.  "If you don't understand that, then why are you
going along with this?"

"But you said..."

"Let's start," said Martha, cutting in and started spanking her.
I stared.  Lisa had uncovered her bottom and was allowing Martha
to spank it.  Martha stopped after five or so.  "Well, what do you
think?" she asked.

"I'm supposed to like it?"

"If you take it in the right spirit," said Martha.

"It hurt."

"Naturally," said Martha, "that's the point, isn't it?  But that
hardly hurt compared to what I could be giving you.  Stand up."
Lisa complied and started pulling herself back together.  "No,"
said Martha, "take them all off."

"But..."

"It's just another kind of spanking."

Lisa looked unsure for a moment but then shrugged and started
stripping the rest of the way.  I was agog.  "Now, lean over this
table," said Martha.  They'd walked off camera and the picture went
crazy for a moment while Martha repositioned it.  There was Lisa,
leaning.  She looked nervous.  "Now don't worry," said Martha,
"a person can stand it."  She held a belt.

"Martha!" I said but she shushed me as we stared at the TV screen.
Martha on the TV let Lisa have it.  Lisa let out a cry and stood.
"No standing up," said Martha.  "Take your punishment."

"It hurts!"

"It's supposed to."

"You're the one who likes this, aren't you?  You said it was
a friend.  What friend of yours knows me--besides Deb?"

My name!  "I told you," said Martha on the video, "I'm not to
tell you."

"It can't be Deb.  She wouldn't dream of this stuff."

"Back down on the table," said Martha.  Lisa complied!

Martha gave her several more.  Lisa moved a bit, kind of writhing.
It was so much more immediate and, well, real than my fantasies
had been.  "No!"  Lisa finally said and put her hands over her
rear, standing.

"Take your hands away," said Martha.

"Please, that's enough."

"That's for me to decide."

"Aren't we just trying this?"

Martha was silent for a moment, then said: "Get back into position."

Finally Lisa did it. The next one was definitely harder and Lisa
let out a grunt.  Martha gave her about five more, then smacked
her once with her hand, then said "OK, stand up and stand in the
corner there."

Lisa stood and obeyed, saying nothing.  Martha repositioned the
camera again so Lisa was in the center.  "I think you liked this,"
said Martha.

"We were just trying it," said Lisa, protesting.  "You said...."

"You wouldn't try all this unless it--interested you."

"Oh God," said Lisa in a kind of wistful voice and I couldn't be
sure if she were accepting Martha's pronouncement or if she were
merely overwrought by the whole thing.

"Well?" said Martha to me, turning it off.

I wanted to run away, out of Martha's apartment.  I was so shocked
I didn't know what to think.  "I don't think you'll have any trouble
whatsoever," said Martha.

"How could you do that?" I said, far too loudly.

Martha grinned.  "She's definitely hot for it.  All you have to do
is be convincing.  And don't worry about her not going along with..."

She stopped mid-sentence.  I was staring at her and apparently
she was reacting to me.  "What's wrong?" she asked.  I said
nothing but I'm afraid I might have whimpered.  "You can't
be jealous, can you?" she said.  "This isn't like I stole your
girlfriend or something.  This is non-sexual: just a little fun."
Still I said nothing.  I wanted to be somewhere else so badly.
"Right?" she asked.

"I have to go," was all I said.  I flew out of there.

Images of Martha spanking Lisa followed me home and I couldn't
get them out of my mind.  Lisa had gone along with it: let Martha
spank her.  Why?  Martha seemed to say that deep down that Lisa
wanted it.  Lisa seemed so unsure of herself but I couldn't be sure
why she went through with it.  It made no sense.  The next day I
was scared to look at Lisa but when I did, she looked no different.
I was scared to talk to her.  I wondered how long it had been
since she and Martha had done that stuff.  She acted just as she
always did.  That night Martha telephoned but it was awkward. I
found myself speechless and though she talked I could tell she
sensed things were not quiet right.  Then that night I felt like I
was losing Martha as a friend as well as the Lisa of my fantasies.
Was that it?  I liked the fantasy but the reality was too much
for me?  Yet another day at work had me on pins and needles again.

When I got back to my apartment that evening Martha's car was there.
Reaching my door I hadn't spotted her.  She'd long had a key for use
during some trips I'd been on and I realized she'd let herself in.

She was in the kitchen.  She was whipping Lisa with a belt.
"Don't move," Martha said sharply, apparently to Lisa when she
spotted me.  Martha grinned at me.  I stared.  She gave Lisa one
more whack.  Lisa obediently stayed put.  "Well?" Martha said,
then came over to me.  She held out the belt to me.

"Oh no," I head myself say in a low voice.

Martha, who was close by spoke quietly: "I've set the whole thing
up for you."

I ran out.  Into the living room.  Martha came after me.  "This is
what you've wanted," she said.  "I've set it all up.  You'd never
have gone through with it.  Don't you remember how badly you've
wanted it?"  She'd grabbed my wrist.  She didn't force me but drew
me back out, toward the kitchen.  I felt like I was being led to
my execution.

Lisa was still over the edge of the table but looked up at us.
"Hi," she said with a sheepish grin.

"You be quiet," said Martha sharply.  She drew me to behind Lisa.
She was naked, her bottom in front of me.  Martha handed me the belt.
I was actually standing in my own kitchen with Lisa naked waiting
for me to whip her.  Apparently willing.  "Do it," said Martha.

I was shaking, trembling.  The reality was too much for me.
"I'll step in the living room," Martha said.  She made as if to move
but seemed to notice that I was stock still.  She seemed to sense
that if we left I'd remain like a statue.  "Come on," she said,
"this is your chance.  Your hopes and dreams."

That final phrase struck through me like a searing pain.  I'd dreamed
about this?  She was telling Lisa?  "Do it!" she said, sharply.

"I can't," I whispered.

She stared at me and for a moment there was no movement or sound in
the kitchen.  Then she took the belt out of my hand.  "OK," she said,
"watch."

She whipped Lisa several more times.  I stared, still amazed that I
could be witnessing this.  Martha gave me a glance, smiling, then
gave Lisa another.  Then she drew me closer.  She put my hand on
Lisa's back.  I simply followed her lead.  She gave Lisa another.
I felt the shiver of her body at the blow.  I felt her breathing.
She was breathing slightly hard.  "She's enjoying it that you're
watching," said Martha.

"Hey..." said Lisa, sounding like she was about to protest.

"Quiet!" said Martha.  She gave her three more.  Then Martha looked
at me.  "After all this obsession you're really not going to do
this?" she asked.

"I can't," I said.  To my ears it sounded like a whine.

***

Lisa was still naked.  I was leaning over the table but wasn't
completely undressed: only my pants and underpants pulled down.
It hurt, God did it hurt when Martha gave me that first one.
I tried to see where Lisa was, standing next to Martha.  I wanted
to see how close they were standing.  Martha gave me another one.
I couldn't believe I was allowing this to happen.  I felt like I'd
gone into a trance.  Somehow Martha had known more about what I'd do
than I did.  "Take off her clothes," came Martha's voice behind me.

Lisa came close.  Her hands touched my skin as she complied.
I wanted to push myself closer, against her, to feel her skin against
mine.  She had me naked in a minute.  "Want her?" said Martha.

"No," said Lisa nervously.  Evidently Martha's question had been
directed to her.

"I mean: do you want to spank her," said Martha.  "Here."

"No."

There was nothing.  In a second Lisa could be whipping me with
that belt.  I never wanted anything so badly in my life as for
her to begin.  Still nothing happened.  "OK," said Martha finally,
"get next to her."

Lisa settled in next to me.  We were both naked, over the edge of my
kitchen table.  It was one of us, then the other, back and forth.
At first Lisa was looking away from me and I was looking at the
back of her hair.  Then she turned and we were face to face.
Martha continued, me, then Lisa, then me, on and on.  Lisa's lips
were slightly apart.  Our eyes were locked.  The pain continued,
the sharp sting, then the sound of Lisa getting it as I watched her
body jerk.  Our races were so close.  "Why didn't you spank me,"
whispered Lisa.

"What?"

"When Martha finally told me it was you.  I wanted it so badly.
I could hardly contain myself seeing you at work.  I wanted--I
wanted you to spank me.  Hard."

"What?" was all I could say, barely above a whisper.  Martha never
stopped.

"I thought about it so often.  I never knew I wanted a spanking
until--I never knew I wanted you..."

Our faces were closer.  I could almost kiss her.

***

We both lay on my bed, Lisa and I.  Martha had used clothing from
my drawer to bind my wrists behind me, and my ankles together.
Lisa was identically bound.  We were both lying face down, looking
at each other.  Martha still had the belt.  She'd undressed.
She'd touched us both, our rears, our skin.  Between our legs.
We'd both come.  Bound as we were, we'd both been obliged to lick
Martha.  She'd orgasmed for each of us.  Now she had the belt again.
She'd told us she'd let us kiss afterward.  First it was to be after
we pleasured her.  Now it was after she whipped us again.  She told
us we'd sleep together, in each others arms.  She was going to stay
and make us pay, pay for doing us the favor of bringing us together.
Pay with pleasure and pain.

I was in heaven.

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