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FacultyI suppose that I didn't have too much to complain about. It was a good job in a prestigious university, and it was a full professor-ship as opposed to what most of my fellow doctorate students had to settle for after graduation. Still, there simply wasn't anything here to really hold my interest.
The faculty wives club put these socials on from time to time at different people's houses. They did so in an effort to force the academics out of their stuffy habits and get them to interact. The problem was that while most of them were brilliant within their fields, they only wanted to talk about their own work. As a result, each department tended to cluster together, each professor talking about his or her current project. Maybe I wasn't cut out to be a faculty member after all.
The fact that this social was in a house that I'd never visited before, gave me an excuse to wander around. It was actually one of the few things that made the time bearable. And so, I started wandering around the bottom floor of this rather stylish Victorian house. I loved these places with their wide rooms and maze like hallways. As I wandered aimlessly around, I looked at the various nic nac's around the living room and dining room before reaching the bottom of the stairs.
I looked up and then around me to see if anyone would notice me slipping away. Not seeing anyone, I quietly moved up the stairs, looking at the various pictures and paintings adorning the wall. At the top of the stairs, I began wandering down the hallway until I reached what must have been one of the guest rooms. It was a wonderfully spacious place with white chiffon drapes that let in the sunlight wonderfully. The furniture was all antique I'm sure and my favorite piece was the large canopy bed center along the opposite wall. On one side of the room was a small nook with windows on three sides. I was immediately drawn to it stepping around a large backed chair that faced out the windows.
The view from that nook was spectacular, looking out over a well kept garden and beyond the house. I sat for a few minutes, enjoying the calm of the afternoon, feeling completely swallowed in the chair. The chair was perfect since it was large enough to block out the rest of the room behind it, effectively making a quiet, private reading area. After a few minutes, I got up and wandered over to the bathroom on the other side of the room, admiring the marble vanity and ornate fixtures. Lastly I noticed a door that probably lead into the closet. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting someone to catch me snooping around in someone else' closet. I listened for a few moments, ensuring that no one was about to pop in, and then opened the door and walked into a huge walk-in closet, finding a treasure trove of wonderful old clothes and garments.
Old and elegant dresses have always fascinated and I was soon lost looking at each item, admiring its elegance and texture. I had been in there for perhaps five minutes when I heard the sound of people entering the bedroom and closing the door. I looked up shocked, suddenly fearful of being discovered looking through the closet. Thankfully the door to the closet was almost closed and not evident to someone first entering the room. I quickly turned off the light and prayed that no one had noticed. From my position, I could only see the bed and nightstands on the far wall of the bedroom, but not who had come into the room.
As I looked from my secluded spot, I saw two women approach the bed. The shorter of the two I recognized as Susan, the wife of one of my fellow professors, who appeared to be in her late thirties. The other woman was younger and must have been one of the graduate students that had been invited as well. It seemed odd that the two would have snuck upstairs to a bedroom. Had it been a man and I woman, I'd have a pretty good idea what they were about to do, but not now. Probably some juicy gossip, I thought, as I watched.
But that theory was quickly dismissed. The younger woman looked at her companion for a few seconds without saying anything. Susan just stood there, but lowered her eyes and looked at the floor. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you, Susan" I heard the girl say. There was a hint of steel in her voice that I didn't expect. Susan didn't look up, but quietly replied, "Yes, Mistress"
"Mistress"?? Oh my gosh. The sudden realization about what I was witnessing sent a cold chill up my spine. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined anything like this taking place within "these hallowed halls" Sure I knew that such kinkiness existed out there. I'd known several lesbians, in fact, but I didn't think that anything like this existed outside of places like New York, of San Francisco. Obviously, I was wrong, and the proof was staring at me, or rather I was staring at it.
The girl seemed to smile at the words and paused before speaking again. "That's right, you have been naughty. And you know what I do with naughty girls, now don't you?"
"Yes Mistress"
"Tell me"
"You....you spank them, Mistress"
"And that is what you need, isn't it, Susan"
"Yes, Mistress"
"Its what you want, too. Isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress"
"Say it"
"I...I, want you to.......s.s...spank me, Mistress"
"Then ask for it properly, Susan"
""Please, Mistress, would you spank me? Please spank your naughty girl, Mistress"
Susan never looked up at the girl, who watched her with a smile on her lips and eyes that were so bright that they seemed to have a light of their own. She sat down on the edge of the bed, facing towards the door and looked up as Susan stood there, continuing to keep her eyes lowered.
"Take off your panties, Susan and hand them to me" Susan quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down to her feet. Then, stepping out of them, she picked them up and held them in front of her in silent offering the girl before her.
The girl took the garment from Susan and brought it to her nose, inhaling a bit. "You're excited, too, aren't you, Susan?"
"Y..Yes, Mistress" Susan said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Why is that?"
"I.....I don't know, M...Mistress"
"Don't lie to me, Susan. You like being spanked over my knees, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress" again, almost a whisper.
"What was that? I can't hear you"
"Yes, Mistress" This time a bit louder.
"It excites you to be spanked, doesn't it? It makes you wet to think about my hand smacking your bottom, admit it"
Susan's head dipped even further down and her voice had a very resigned tone to it. "Yes, Mistress. It excites me to have you spank me"
"Well, its about time that you admitted it, Susan. Now crawl over my lap and be quick about it."
Susan quickly lay over the girls lap with just the tips of her toes on the floor. Her head was bent down and her hands were at her side on either side of her hips. The girl reached down with her left hand and grasped Susan's far wrist and pulled it up to the small of her back, holding it there. Her right hand then went down to the hem of Susan's skirt and pulled it up and tucking it under Susan's wrist.
I stared in amazement at the white flesh of Susan's bare bottom as she lay there across the girl's lap. The girl started to run her hand gently over Susan's buttocks, kneading and massaging them. I heard Susan give a soft moan as the hand swept over her exposed flesh. The girl heard it as well and stopped what she was doing.
"I've told you about being quiet, now haven't I?"
"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry, Mistress"
The girl released Susan's wrist and picked up the panties that Susan had handed her earlier. "I've warned you before, Susan, and sorry just isn't good enough. Open your mouth"
I couldn't see Susan's mouth from my position but saw the girl take the panties in her hand and move them down to Susan's face, before returning empty handed.
"You will keep them there until I say take them out, is that clear?"
"Mmmmmmppphhhfff" came the reply as Susan nodded her head.
"Much better" The girl took hold of Susan's wrist again and resumed running her free hand over Susan's behind. "Now, I think that twenty is in order this afternoon, don't you, my dear"
"Mmmmmppphfff" The girl smiled. "I'm glad that you agree" And with that, she began to spank the woman across her lap.
I was transfixed as I watched. The first smack caused Susan's body to jerk, but she made no other obvious move to get away. The second and third quickly followed, falling first on one and then the other cheek, which jiggled each time. Each blow seemed so loud compared to the quiet that I had been used to. I wondered why no one else in the house seemed to hear them. But then I realized that we were a ways from the rest of the guests. That and the fact that the walls and doors on these older houses were pretty well built, probably kept things quiet as far as everyone else was concerned.
The spanking continued uninterrupted for the next minute or so. There was no particular rhythm to how the girl spanked Susan. Sometimes they fell quickly and other times there was a wait of several seconds between spanks.
I don't know when it happened, but two things caught me by surprise suddenly. The first was that I noticed that Susan's free hand had slipped under herself as her spanking went on and she appeared to be playing with herself. Here was confirmation that Susan was in fact excited by being spanked and it lead me directly lead me to my second surprise. That was that I was also getting excited watching this display from my secluded spot.
I didn't know if I was excited because I was secretly watching two people in such an erotic and private moment or if I was excited by the act. I suppose that I did have some slight voyeuristic tendencies but had never really thought about them. After all, I had enjoyed observing people around me and had enjoyed watching some of the couples as they lounged around the campus on a sunny day. But none of those scenes even came close to what I saw in front of me now.
Or was it that I had lesbian tendencies? Was it the spanking? I wasn't sure, but I did know that I suddenly realized that I was unconsciously pressing my thighs together as I watched from my hiding spot. I began to wonder whether I was more fascinated with the girl or with Susan. Which position would I rather be in? I just wasn't sure, and I was even less sure that I wanted to know the answer right now.
The last five or so smacks came in rapid succession and left Susan bucking and moaning through the gag that had been placed in her mouth. And then, almost as suddenly as it began, the girl stopped and rubbed her hand over Susan's now red bottom. Her actions were slow, soothing, a real contrast to what she had just done. Susan hung her head down and appeared to be catching her breath as best she could allowing the girl to openly fondle her like that.
After a moment, the girl slipped her hand between Susan's legs, which spread a bit wider to allow access. Very quickly, she moved Susan's own fingers out of the way and began to quickly run her hands over Susan's very excited sex. In no time it seemed, Susan was once again bucking her hips and throwing her head back as the girl masturbated her. The girl seemed to saying something soothing and calm to Susan but I couldn't make it out. My eyes seemed to be locked to the wild movement of the girls fingers, now rapidly moving in and out of Susan.
It only took a minute for the girl to bring Susan to orgasm. Her left hand continued to hold Susan's wrist but more to keep her in place it seemed than to prevent her from getting her hand in the way. The right hand was a blur of activity as several large orgasms appeared to engulf my colleague's wife.
After it was over, the girl continued to stroke Susan gently for a few moments, allowing her to rest and telling her how proud of her she was. They stayed like that for another few minutes before the girl told Susan to get up.
Susan slowly straightened herself up and stood before the girl once again, her head still bowed as before. The girl stood and reached her hand to Susan's face, removing the woman's underwear from her mouth. Susan stretched her jaw but didn't make a sound. After a moment, the girl took Susan's chin in her hand and lifted it so that they were looking into each other's eyes and then she kissed her. Susan moaned as their lips pressed together, obviously hungry for the girls kiss. They held the kiss for a long moment and then separated.
"You've done, well, Susan. I'm proud of you"
"Thank you Mistress"
"Now we need to be getting back before anyone misses us."
The two women straightened themselves up and then turn and moved out of my sight towards the door. After a minute, I heard the door open and then the sound of footsteps heading down the hall.
I stood there for a few more minutes giving the women a chance to leave and trying to catch my own breath. After waiting for what seemed an appropriate amount of time, I quietly slipped out of the closet, shutting the door behind me as silently as I could and began to leave the bathroom.
I entered the bedroom and turned towards the now open door to the hallway. Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard a voice to my left.
"Did you enjoy that?"
I was shocked and turned to see the same girl, leaning over for the seat of that high back chair. As I stood there frozen, she stood up, smiling slyly and approached me.
"How...???" was all that I managed to get out as she walked over to me.
"How did I know that you were there?" she asked
I could only nod my head. "When Susan and I came in, I noticed that a light went off in the bathroom, so I figured that someone had to be in there. I just decided to see who you were." she said matter of factly. "Now, I've answered your question. You need to answer mine. Did you enjoy watching me spank Susan?"
I was trapped. What was I supposed to say? That I *had* enjoyed it? That part of me wanted to spank Susan? That part of me wanted to trade places with Susan and lie over the girls lap? No, I couldn't say that. To admit to it would have been too humiliating. I had to find a way out. A way to get away from this girl and her piercing gaze.......(cont)
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