Patrice continued, "I remembered how I used to feel about you, and really felt shitty for treating you like dirt. Nobody has ever spanked me in my life — not even my mother! So the only other option was for me to… you know… suck you."
I nodded. "That wasn’t a dream. That really happened. See? You do remember, in a way!"
Patrice looked surprised. "Kristen didn’t mention that."
"I didn’t tell Kristen or anybody else the entire story," I admitted.
"So, I did choose to do it with you."
What was Patrice getting at?
"I had mostly forgotten about that dream until last night when it occurred to me that it might have been about what you had been talking about. And when Kristen explained to me about punishment… it was like the dream; I was sorry and had to take my punishment."
I listened. Patrice was looking at me, expectantly, but I had no idea what to say. I simply nodded for her to continue.
"When I came here, Jim," Patrice said, "I knew that I’d like to tell you that I forgive you. But I couldn’t. I mean… I felt like maybe in a while, the sense of betrayal would go away. I need more time to get my thoughts together."
My heart sank. I had been hoping for a happy ending.
Patrice saw the expression on my face. "But you didn’t tell me everything. You didn’t tell me that I had given you oral sex of my own free will!"
I shook my head. "No, you were under my influence, Patrice. You’ve got it wrong!"
Patrice said, loudly, "NO! I DO NOT!"
I was glad the house was empty. I was stunned.
Patrice said, "After you told me what had happened, and I started thinking about what Kristen explained about punishment, I remembered the dream, Jim — the ENTIRE dream. I know what I was thinking. And you seem to have forgotten something else."
"Huh?"
"You didn’t mention giving me a choice," Patrice repeated. "And after I… did you… you kissed me. I told you how I had felt with that asshole Donny, and you simply kissed me."
I nodded. "I was learning proper… etiquette. It seemed to be the right thing to do."
"Jim… the way you made it sound last night, anybody would have found it hard to forgive you. But you left out some very important parts. First, you let me choose. I didn’t have to have any sort of sex with you. Second, you kissed me afterward, but you forgot to mention that I kissed you back!"
I didn’t dare hope to hear Patrice tell me she forgave me.
We looked at each other for a few minutes, letting everything sink in.
I was about to say something, when Patrice left the room.
My hopes shattered. Wasn’t Patrice supposed to forgive me? But this wasn’t a romantic movie… it was real life.
Patrice had offered me what appeared to be a lifeline, something I could desperately hang onto, hoping she would be able to forgive me. Now she’s left my room, dashing all hope.
I heard Kristen and Patrice talking for a minute or so downstairs, and then I heard the front door open and shut. It was at this point that this so-called "mature" guy started to cry yet again. Damn it! I was going to turn sixteen tomorrow.
I had fallen back into my bed, feeling even worse than before. Friendship with Patrice would probably never happen again.
Kristen quietly came into my room, and saw me sobbing uncontrollably in my bed. She slowly moved me over and cuddled up next to me, her front to my back. I didn’t want to look at anybody. "There, there, Jim," she murmured to me.
I let Kristen hug me, but didn’t feel like I deserved her love. My deepest fears had been realized. I was the lowest of the low.
After five minutes, I turned so that I was face to face with Kristen. "How can you love me, Kristen? I’m a horrible monster!"
Kristen didn’t answer, but continued caressing me, saying, "There, there."
I smelled Kristen’s perfume, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel it in my loins. I knew that Kristen’s breasts were very close to me, but I wasn’t interested in sex right then.
It took time before the worst part of my crying had subsided, and Kristen rolled me over and put her hands behind my head, pulling me close to her body. She was planting little kisses on my forehead, saying, "I love you," over and over.
Eventually, Kristen’s perfume managed to penetrate the deep funk that I was in. I felt my cock start to react, albeit only slightly.
I opened my eyes, and looked up at Kristen. "You love me?" I asked.
"Of course I do," Kristen answered softly. "I knew about Patrice all along, remember?"
"Well, yeah, but…"
"But nothing’s changed," Kristen assured me. "Patrice needs to deal with her emotions. She came here to tell you it would take a while for her to get her thoughts together, but you just now told her something… I don’t know what… that seems to have really confused her."
I nodded, and then filled Kristen on the details that I had omitted from the story I had told her (and Patty) as well as what I had told Patrice the previous day.
Kristen looked at me. "And Patrice remembered that?"
I nodded. "She said it was a dream. But after I told her about what I had done, it appears that she remembered it. You also sort of reminded her of that dream as well. Maybe that’s why she felt it necessary to be punished."
Kristen gave me a big kiss, surprising me. Her perfume finally penetrated way past my funk, destroying it somehow. I was now erect. I loved these "erection specials" kisses that Kristen was so proficient at.
And then, without any warning, Kristen pushed herself out of my bed. "I’ll be right back, Jim."
I was stuck with a case of blue balls. I didn’t see any anger in Kristen’s face. Instead, she seemed to look concerned.
A minute later, Kristen returned, this time with Patrice.
"My god, he DOES look like shit," Patrice observed.
"He does that when he thinks his heart is broken."
I felt a bit childish, having been caught crying by Patrice.
Kristen looked expectedly at Patrice.
Patrice, for her part, looked very nervous. "I’ll forgive you…"
Did my ears hear correct? Patrice was going to forgive me?
Patrice wasn’t finished, though. "But you need to be punished, young man. If I deserved fifty spankings for five years of hell, then you deserve at least ten for what you did. And THEN I’ll forgive you."
Huh? Patrice was going to spank ME?
Kristen said, softly "And then it will be over, Jim. The end."
I didn’t like the sound of this. I knew that I deserved to be punished. But once again something in Kristen’s voice sounded weird.
"Patrice… Vanessa? Which one right now?" Kristen asked.
"Call me Patrice for this."
"Fine, Patrice," Kristen said in her take-charge voice. "Where’s the paddle?"
Patrice pulled a paddle from behind her back, one of those Red Devil paddles that was missing the elastic and rubber ball.
Kristen nodded, apparently pleased with Patrice’s selection. "Good. I’ll prepare him."
"No, wait!" I protested.
It was to no avail. Kristen was too quick, too strong, and too expert in her martial arts. She had me pinned to my bed, using only her knees against my upper arms. I couldn’t get any leverage to topple her off me.
Kristen unbuckled my belt, and quickly undid my pants. She had Patrice pull them down to my ankles.
I was again half naked, and Kristen quickly maneuvered around so that she was behind me, and tumbled me quickly so that I was now lying on my chest, my knees on the floor with my ass totally exposed at the edge of the bed.