“Damn, you make it sound like I sleep around,” she said laughing, and punched me in the arm.
“Go on and tell me. We don’t need me to play twenty questions to get this out of you. You know I have never judged you, and we have always, and I mean always, kept our conversations just between us. Remember, I never did talk to anybody about your perky tits.”
She hit me in the arm again, but with a big smile. She leaned back on the couch, and took a gulp of wine. “Okay, let me just blurt it out. He wants to spank me and stuff. There, I said it.”
I almost spit out my wine. I had not been sure what the issue was, but this was not on my list. In retrospect, I guess it should have been. With the Shades of Grey thing, and some of the Hollywood movies over the last couple of years, light bondage and spanking seemed to have entered the American media mainstream.
But this was Linda, my sister. It was not some girlfriend, or some one-night-stand thing. Then I looked over at her, and I could see she was asking for help. Or permission, or both. I could not tell. But the look on her face was the one that indicated ‘please.’
Then she said, “Would you? You know, help me? I’m not sure I would like it. Maybe…well…maybe you could do a little bit for me. It would be like a test run, to see how it was. Yeah, just call it a test run for me, how about that?”
I almost laughed. She was asking for a test run? Spanking her bottom? Would she need to have a bare bottom for this?
“So, you want me to help you with a test run?”
“Yes, that’s it. Just a little test run. You are going to help me, aren’t you?”
I paused. Just her talking about this was getting some blood running to my cock, and that scared me a bit. How was I going to spank her and not get hard? This was just crazy.
“I don’t know.”
“Please! I would owe you big time if you help me out on this,” she said, with a little-girl voice.
How could I say no to such a request? Here was a beautiful woman pleading with me to spank her bottom. I should say no, but my reptilian brain kicked in. Then I said, “Well, you are going to need a word.”
She looked puzzled, then as if a little light bulb went off, she said, “Oh, I guess so. You know I did read up on this stuff. So, you’re saying you will do it, and I need a ‘safe word’?”
I paused, then said, “Yes…I guess so. But we never, and I mean never talk to anyone about any of this. Got it?”
“Thank you. I mean it, thank you,” she said, and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I took a deep breath and went over to where I kept the hard liquor. I rarely drank whiskey, but I reached for a bottle of Jim Beam, poured a shot, and immediately gulped it down.
We just looked at each other for a moment. I could see she was a bit flushed, and it seemed she was breathing a bit faster. I know my heart was pounding.
“Cucumber,” she said, and she took a gulp of her wine.
I looked at her and said, “Cucumber?” She nodded her head yes. “Couldn’t you come up with anything more phallic?”
She giggled and said, “Oh, I didn’t think about that.”