I felt terribly exposed, my ass laid bare with Patrice brandishing the wooden paddle. "This isn’t fair! Patrice hit me yesterday!" I complained. I was crying again, but my tears were from frustration from trying to keep Kristen from manipulating me like a baker manipulates a pretzel.
"We’ll deal with that later," Kristen promised. "But Patrice owes you ten smacks." Kristen turned toward Patrice and said, "He’s yours for the moment."
Kristen moved her position so that my head was in her lap, her hands lovingly pressing my head down. It didn’t occur to me at the time that she was no longer pinning me, but getting up would have been futile. Kristen showed herself quite capable at taking care of me if I were to try to escape.
WHACK! Patrice’s first slap stunned me. I wasn’t entirely expecting the sting combined with the sound. I was too stunned to even cry out.
WHACK! The second slap managed to get me to yell, but my voice was muffled in the material of Kristen’s dress and the blankets beneath her.
It didn’t get any easier with each slap. If anything, it got harder.
Finally, the slaps ceased.
Kristen moved me from her lap, and I was sniffling from the pain that Patrice had administered. I stood at the edge of my bed, my rock hard dick pointing right at Kristen.
"Turn around, Jim."
I turned around, and was face to face with my tormentor. Patrice looked at me, and then lowered her eyes to look at the paddle, and also focusing on my totally erect cock.
"Patrice…" Kristen said, her tone a bit menacingly.
Patrice pulled me to her, and hugged me. "I forgive you."
I couldn’t answer without crying, partly from the pain in my backside, and partly from my wild emotions. I just hugged Patrice back.
"Patrice," I heard Kristen say from behind me. "Give Jim and me a few minutes. Wait for us downstairs."
We broke off the hug, and Patrice walked out of the room.
My erection was so stiff that it almost hurt.
Kristen hopped off my bed, taking my erection in her hands. She whispered, "We’ll get even with her with the orgasm torture."
"No, Kris," I said. "She already apologized to me by blowing me. I have no interest in punishing her further."
"She apologized to you. But you weren’t the only person that she was bitchy to. I felt the brunt of her hatred many times as well. And Vanessa has to be punished for that."
Kristen was still adamant about this "Vanessa" thing.
Kristen then knelt, and sucked my cock. It didn’t take long for the over-sensitized organ to spew out its seed.
When we were done, I glanced at the clock. It was two o’clock.
I left my mother a note telling her that I was once again spending the night with Kristen and that I had brought a change of clothes. I felt like a bit of a heel letting her know with a note like that, but Kristen and I had plans and I hoped my mother would understand.
Kristen suggested that I go downstairs as she powdered her nose. My ass was still on fire from Patrice’s spanking, but I tried not to let it show as I came downstairs where Patrice was sitting in my living room.
Patrice stood up as I entered the room. Without a word, she approached me and kissed me. It wasn’t an erotic kiss, but rather like the kisses Patty and I used to share, one of friendship.
"I might have gotten carried away," Patrice said.
"I know the feeling," I said, thinking about how I myself had gotten carried away on previous occasions, drunk on the power of those infernal tickets. "It happens."
Patrice nodded, looking a bit embarrassed. "Are we friends?"
I hugged Patrice and said, "Yes. But let’s keep all this behind us. No more reminders about how bitchy you were to me, and no more reminders about how I humiliated you. OK?"
Patrice smiled. "Deal."
I looked at Patrice. I wondered how she would look if Kristen and Patty were to help her out, picking out nicer clothes, maybe a change of hair style.
God! I was starting to think like a girl!
Kristen drove Patrice home, and then we drove to a restaurant out of town called Emilio’s that Kristen loved, where we had pasta and sauce.
We spent the first ten minutes at the restaurant in awkward silence, trying to come up with something to say to one another.
"You’re actually good at Karate," I said, remembering how Kristen so easily managed to pin Patrice and me.
"Black belt," she said, her eyes sparkling.
I had never heard of a female achieving a black belt in Karate, but my knowledge of the arts wasn’t very extensive.
"How often do you work out?" I asked.
"I’ve been taking lessons since I was eight," Kristen answered. "Now, I only spar once a month. I’ve mostly replaced it with my weekly aerobic workout sessions with my physical trainer."
"What’s aerobic mean?" I asked. "My bio teacher mentions anaerobic bacteria…"
Kristen smiled, and we found ourselves discussing various physical training techniques. She also insisted that I be at her house on Friday when her trainer would be around for her weekly session. She said I could use a bit more upper body strength.
I laughed, thinking that I would need to work out quite a bit to catch up with Kristen’s impressive strength. I smiled at the thought, but working out isn’t something that I really did. It sounded a bit… difficult. But I promised to see her trainer next Friday.
It also occurred to me that when I had picked Kristen as a target of my humiliation, I had been pretty lucky that she hadn’t used her impressive speed and strength to disable me before I was able to assert control over her.
Talk now came easy. It wasn’t too surprising that we managed to find many things to discuss with each other. Thoughts of Patrice faded away as I looked forward to an evening with Kristen, just the two of us, on the night before my birthday.
Chapter 20
After a wonderful Italian dinner, we got in the car and drove to the city. Kristen had made special arrangements for the two of us for the night before my birthday. My only desire was that I wanted something romantic; aside from that, I would allow her to surprise me.
We continued making small talk and discussing our families with one another as Kristen drover her Camaro towards the city. The time seemed to just fly; I loved just being with my lovely blonde Goddess.
After we got into the city, Kristen drove to a beautiful high-rise luxury hotel. There wasn’t any parking (although there were parking garages nearby), but that didn’t seem to faze her at all. Kristen simply pulled up to the lobby entrance of the hotel, and when a uniformed doorman walked toward us (Kristen told me he was the concierge), she simply handed him a bill and told him she’d pick the car up tomorrow morning at seven.
"Certainly, Miss Swift," the concierge said, obviously knowing Kristen on sight.
Kristen turned toward me and smiled. "My daddy holds a few conferences here, and he allows me to hang out sometimes."
I don’t exactly know why she was telling me these things. We both knew that Kristen’s family ran in different circles than mine did, and it hadn’t yet become any point of contention between us. I think it was that Kristen wanted to make it a point for the both of us to get more comfortable in each other’s worlds. As it was, when the two of us were in my world (like in the music room at school), Kristen would let me take the lead. Similarly, when we were in Kristen’s world, she would be the one to take charge. It’s an arrangement that seemed to suit the two of us pretty well.
I smiled at Kristen and said, "Do your thing, Goddess."
"You’re sweet!" Kristen smiled, dimpling her cheeks and crinkling her nose. We got out of the car. She left the keys in the car and I went to get the bags out of the trunk. The concierge took the bags for me, and a young bellhop took the Camaro and carefully drove it away.