I was so deep into my musings that Mass was over before I knew it. We were nearly back to Sinéad’s place before I realized I had attended Mass without wearing panties. I hoped God would understand and not hold it against me.
We quickly put away the things we bought once we returned home. I wondered if Sinéad remembered that she owed me a spanking. Thinking about it excited me, and my pussy was getting hot and wet. When we sat down on the couch, Sinéad said, “Over my knee, Anna. You have a spanking coming to you!”
The smoky look in her emerald wells made my breath hitch at the thought of what would happen. “Yes, Sinéad,” I meekly said as I bent over her thighs.
I flipped up my skirt without being asked, exposing my bare bottom to Sinéad. I turned my head to watch Sinéad’s face as her right hand went to my ass, gently fondling it. The feeling was divine, and I moaned in anticipation of the first swat. Sinéad dragged it out, caressing both cheeks and pushing her hand between my thighs, her finger running up and down my slit.
Sinéad cupped my face in her left hand, locking eyes with me. I was already rolling my hips, grinding my clit into her thigh. I saw Sinéad’s tongue peek out between her lips, wetting them as she delivered the first swat.
I heard a sharp ‘Crack’ and felt the sting of her hand hitting my left ass cheek. The feeling was indescribable, a mixture of pain and pleasure that forced an “Oh, God” out of my mouth, interrupting my moan of approval. She rubbed my right ass cheek and then another ‘Crack’ as her hand hit me with another stinging slap. Just like that, I crashed into an incredible orgasm, frantically humping her thigh as I gasped, “Oh, God, Sinéad!”
Sinéad quickly swatted me again, the sensation prolonging my orgasm as my whole body thrummed and spasmed. I lost track of how many times she swatted me, but when she stopped, I moaned my disappointment, despite the stinging burn on my ass cheeks. As I recovered from an amazing orgasm, I saw the pleased look on Sinéad’s face. I realized she was moaning and rolling her hips to grind her clit against my core as she got excited, too.
Sinéad flipped my skirt back down and pulled me into her arms as I straddled her hips. I laid my head on her shoulder, burying my face in her neck as I moaned, “Oh, God, Sinéad. That was incredible.”
Once I recovered, I pushed back and looked Sinéad in the eye before leaning in and kissing her. The kiss started slowly but soon heated up until we were both writhing as we put everything into the kiss. My ass was still stinging and burning, but, surprisingly, I really enjoyed it, the zings going through my body making my nipples ache and harden, digging into Sinéad’s breasts. Finally, we broke the kiss, and we both gasped and panted while staring into each other’s eyes.
Finally, Sinéad said, “I hope your punishment will teach you to behave, Anna.”
I solemnly replied, “Yes, Sinéad. I’ll be good, I promise.” I tried hard to keep a solemn look on my face but couldn’t keep it for long. If being spanked for being bad felt this good, I was sure I’d be misbehaving a lot. I started giggling, and Sinéad joined me as we hugged again. Finally, I got up off Sinéad’s lap. I looked down and saw that I had rubbed my pussy juices on her slacks, leaving a dark, wet spot on them.
Sinéad said, “Anna, go get changed and bring out the cold cream, and I’ll spread some on your ass.”
I got the cold cream, quickly stripped out of my outfit, and threw on a robe. When I came out, Sinéad was also in a robe. She sat down on the couch and opened her robe, showing me she was as naked as I was under my robe.
I went to sit on the couch, and Sinéad said, “Drop your robe and stand in front of me.” She spread her legs wide and indicated I was to stand between them.
I did as I was told, facing Sinéad as I stood naked. “Turn around,” Sinéad said, making a twirling motion with her hand.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Sinéad scoop out some cold cream onto her hand.
“Spread your legs, bend over, and grab your ankles,” Sinéad said.
By now, I was heating up again. I positioned myself as Sinéad ordered, looking back and up between my legs. I saw Sinéad reach out, and I felt the cool, soothing cream as she gently spread it over my burning ass. After applying the cold cream over my right cheek, Sinéad did the same to my left cheek. The cold cream immediately soothed the burn as Sinéad carefully worked it in.
“How’s that feel, mo mhuirnín?” Sinéad asked softly as the edge of her right hand ran down my crack.
“That feels nice, Sinéad,” I said as her finger started swirling around my anus.
“Good,” murmured Sinéad as her fingertip slipped into my anus.
I moaned my approval and pushed back, forcing Sinéad’s finger deeper into my anus. I watched as her left hand came in, and her finger worked its way into my pussy. I moaned again and pushed back as Sinéad’s fingers started pistoning in and out of both holes.
Soon, both fingers were buried in my holes, her knuckles nestled in my crack and between my lips. Then she leaned in and started nuzzling my ass, her tongue gently lathing my ass cheeks, and it felt so wonderful. I let go of my ankles and grabbed my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples as I continued rocking back against her fingers.
I never wanted it to end. It felt so good. Sinéad started tapping her fingers together inside me. I crashed into another orgasm so powerful my knees gave out. I fell back into Sinéad’s lap, my entire body pulsating and spasming. I gasped, “Oh, God, Sinéad!” as I went limp, nearly falling on my face …
… I came to, finding myself in Sinéad’s lap, being rocked like a baby as she softly chanted, “Oh, mo mhuirnín,” over and over. I was so limp and blissed out that I just enjoyed it. Sinéad noticed I was awake and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, and we softly kissed without heat until I stirred and put my arms around Sinéad’s neck. After a while, we broke and got up to eat a late dinner before getting ready for bed.
Needless to say, we didn’t fall asleep for some time as I made sure to repay Sinéad for the incredible orgasms she had given me earlier.
***
The next few days flew by quickly as Sinéad and I explored all aspects of Sapphic love. She showed me what she called her ‘toy box,’ pulling it out of the back of her closet to show me all of the sex toys she’d accumulated. We had fun trying different things to see if I liked them or if they worked for us.
As promised, Sinéad took me to see Wendy and I got my bikini wax. As Sinéad promised, I was a bit sore but Sinéad spent some time kissing it to make it feel better. Then she made me scream her name over and over, telling me that she loved how nice my thatch looked.
Finally, it was Thursday evening, and I’d be heading home in the morning. We were both a little down, knowing that tomorrow would end our Sapphic interlude. As had become our custom, we were both on the couch in our robes, pretending to watch TV. In actuality, we were facing each other and massaging each other’s feet as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
The phone rang, startling us out of our locked gaze. Sinéad reached for the phone and picked up the receiver. I heard her say, “Hello. This is Sinéad.”
Sinéad smiled when she listened to the voice on the phone say something before she answered, “Hello, Ciara! It’s good to hear from you.”
When I heard that, I knew that Sinéad was speaking to her older sister, my mother. I immediately decided to do something naughty, so I got up, shed my robe, and climbed into Sinéad’s lap, straddling her hips with my thighs.
The look on Sinéad’s face was priceless, and it took everything I had to not burst into laughter. She was listening to my mother, so I opened her robe and started fondling her breasts while lightly pinching and pulling her nipples. Sinéad swatted my hands away as she said, “Yes, Anna is right here. Do you want to talk to her?”
Sinéad handed me the receiver, catching me by surprise. I held the receiver to my ear and said, “Hi, Mom. How’s everything?”
Sinéad turned the tables on me, pinching and pulling my nipples as I struggled to listen to Mom. My face was burning from embarrassment as I tried to calmly say, “That’s great, Mom.”
She then explained that my new niece hadn’t arrived yet, so she and Dad would stay another week and asked if it would be okay with me if I stayed with Aunt Sinéad for another week. She apologized that they’d miss my birthday. When I heard that, I smiled so widely that it felt like my face would split in half. I tried to sound long-suffering as I replied, “I guess so, Mom.”
Sinéad took that moment to pinch and twist both of my nipples, forcing a gasp out of my mouth. Mom, misinterpreting the sound as a negative, said, “It’s okay, dear. We can come home if you want.”
I batted Sinéad’s hands away and quickly replied, “No, Mom. Really. It’s okay. Stay as long as you need to. I don’t think Aunt Sinéad will mind if I stay a little longer.”
When I said that, a broad smile came over Sinéad’s face. I reached over with my free hand, grabbed her left nipple, and rolled it before pulling it out and letting it snap back. She gasped and lightly slapped my ass, drawing another small gasp out of my mouth.
I waggled my ass against her hand as I finished, “Okay, Mom. I’ll see you next week. Here’s Aunt Sinéad.” I handed the receiver back to Sinéad, grabbed her free hand, and held it to my breast, squeezing it and my breast to encourage her to do the same.
Sinéad listed to Mom for a moment while massaging my breast and then said, “Okay, Ciara. Let me know when the blessed event occurs. Goodbye.”
I called out, “Goodbye, Mom,” before Sinéad hung up. I took advantage of the distraction to move in and capture her left nipple in my mouth and suck on it hungrily, lightly nipping it as Sinéad liked.
That drew another stinging swat on my ass as Sinéad scolded, “You bad girl!”
I gasped, losing hold of her nipple. I straightened up, cupped Sinéad’s face, and asked, “Bad enough to be spanked?”
Sinéad said, “God, Anna! You’re insatiable!” She then got a thoughtful look on her face before she shook her head and said, “No, I think I’ll try something else instead. Go and pull out my ‘toy box,’ get ready for bed, and I’ll meet you in my bedroom.”
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