Chapter 7

Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry seven: A naughty girl and a lover’s spanking

By pure good luck my parents had planned their trip so they left the house Sunday morning. The moment they were out the door I took off my clothes. I put them in the washing machine and promised myself I would not be getting dressed until I had to go to school. I went for a swim in the pool and relaxed for a bit in one of the new pool chairs. When was getting ready to go back inside, I realized that the pool house blocked the neighbors’ view of most of the back yard. That meant I could now do yoga and practice my Taekwondo moves outside, in the nude. I set up a exercise mat and spent a half-hour doing Taekwondo. When I finished off with yoga, the feeling of the hot sun shining on my exposed vulva and stretched bottom felt awesome. I realized I was now a dedicated nudist. There was no going back. As much as possible, I would be naked, which meant that my days of wearing clothing around the house had ended.

I felt really great, and the best part of the day was yet to come. I knew that Yvonne got off work Sunday afternoon. I could have just texted her and told her to come over, but I wanted to make it special for her. So, I started cooking a meal of chicken breasts with wine sauce and rice. Before putting the chicken in the oven, I set my phone to take a picture of me in the kitchen. I was naked, smiling, and holding dinner. I typed:

“I’m getting dinner ready. Looks like it will be too much for me to finish by myself. So how about coming over and helping me eat all this?”

A few minutes later, several rows of smiling emojis lit up my phone.

Yvonne showed up the way she normally did after she got off work. She was wearing her usual tight shorts and sweatshirt and smelled of incense and scented oil. She was tired and hungry, and stressed.

I had been naked ever since my parents left earlier in the day, so I was appropriately undressed when Yvonne came through the door. She hugged and kissed me passionately, with a possessive desperation that was a bit unsettling. Yes, I definitely belonged to her. As soon as she calmed down, I smiled and tugged at her sweatshirt.

“You’re in a nudist house. So, you gotta be a nudist guest. Fair’s fair.”

She responded by kissing me and going to the laundry room. She stripped and dumped her backpack, plus what she was wearing, into the washing machine.

As soon as she was appropriately naked, I knew that my first priority was getting her into the kitchen and giving her dinner. I had put some effort into the meal I had prepared for us, and she realized that as soon as she saw her plate. She was clearly grateful.

There was an awkward silence, which I filled by talking about my parents’ travel plans.

“How long do you think they’re gonna be gone this time?”

“Not sure. It’ll be two weeks minimum. Hopefully longer. So, are you staying?”

“Do you want me to?”

“What kinda question is that? Yeah I want you to stay. It’s all I’ve been thinking about. I’ve been missing you so bad.”

When we finished dinner, she insisted on helping me clear the table and clean up. Then she turned and hugged me. She backed away slightly and ran her fingertip over my nipple.

“So, naughty girl, you ready for the hot tub?”

“Not yet. There’s something else. The surprise I was telling you about.”

We went out the back door and she was stunned when she saw the pool house.

“Your folks built a pool? Just like that?”

“Yeah, just like that. That’s just, how they are. If Mom wants something, Dad gets it for her. Then she never uses it.”

It was so nice to relax with her. We challenged each other to see who could swim the fastest, and who could hold her breath under water longest, and who could do a handstand in the shallowest section. The bet was that the winner bent over the edge of the pool and the loser had to kiss her ass. I had more experience swimming than she did, so I won. And she paid up nicely. Each time she lost, she spent several minutes sensuously caressing and kissing my bottom.

We grabbed our cell phones and took several pictures of each other in the pool area. We realized it was the perfect place to get some really nice photos of each other, and I mentioned that my mom had several expensive cameras that we could bring into the pool house. She was totally enthusiastic about that idea.

We moved from the pool to the hot tub, then from the hot tub to my bed. I had been looking forward to a massage from her, but she passed out right after we made love, and I knew she was done for the night. I also figured that would be one night there would be no streaking adventure because she was too tired.

I disengaged myself from her arms as soon as her breathing changed. I sat up and studied her slender figure and sleeping face, which looked younger and much more helpless than when she was awake.

It’s weird. Who would have thought? I’m in a real relationship with her. I wonder what kind of future we’ll have. What kind of partnership we’ll have. But the one thing I do know is that I feel much more alive when I’m with her than with anyone else. And I know that I have learned so much, about life, but also about myself since we’ve been together.

I wonder what my parents will say, when I introduce her. I wonder what I’ll say. I’m guessing they won’t be too happy, but that’s just too bad. We’re together.

Yvonne and I did our usual thing the following week. She stayed with me Sunday through Wednesday. We made love, she massaged me, we swam in the pool, and we took a lot of pictures of each other. I even taught Yvonne some of the basics of yoga, and we practiced together next to the pool house. And, as usual, she was gone during her working schedule from Thursday afternoon to Sunday afternoon.

I took advantage of her being absent to work on assignments, and also to enjoy being nude alone around my house. I became more dedicated to doing yoga and practicing Taekwondo moves in the afternoons, spending hours on my mat with the early fall sun shining on my body. I had an even tan without a hint of swimsuit lines. And I laughed at the expression “where the sun don’t shine”. There was no such place on my body. When I stretched, I tried to have my bottom facing in the direction of the sun, precisely because having the sun shining there felt so good.

I left the house Saturday afternoon to go out with my group, more to keep up appearances than anything else. I no longer really enjoyed being with them and became more aloof as a result. Oddly enough, precisely because I was wasn’t desperate to “fit in” and made it clear that I didn’t “need” to be with them, they were somewhat nicer to me. Earlier in the year, when I was so desperate to be accepted, they tolerated me but also bullied me. That was over. I could take them or leave them, and they realized that. What was odd was that we never had any conversations over how I treated the other members of my clique and they treated me. It was the sort of thing that just happened, with no explanation.

Other people, especially ones you deeply care about, always have surprises. Things in their secret fantasies are never exactly how you imagine. Sometimes that’s a bad thing, sometimes it’s a good thing, and sometimes it’s neither good nor bad; just plain weird.

That certainly was how things were with Yvonne. She had a hidden side that I never would have expected from her, and I’m not talking about the streaking. It was something that surprised me a lot more.

As I became more committed to her, one thing I was wondering was when Yvonne would start spanking me. I took it for granted that was destined to happen at some point, because she seemed to be dropping so many hints. She dominated me during sex, controlled my body with her touches, took the lead on what we did outside, and was quietly bossy. I knew that’s just the way she was and it didn’t bother me. She was also very protective, which I found reassuring.

One of the details that really made me think she would eventually start spanking me came during our streaking runs. Whenever we were stopped, she always had her hand on my ass, and always slapped it when she wanted me to take off, especially if she wanted me to run ahead of her. It seemed natural enough that those slaps were her way of testing me to see if I’d submit to a real spanking.

Anyhow, she totally was fascinated with my bottom. During massages she spent more time and attention massaging my ass than any other part of me. If I was completely cleaned up, she loved to kiss me between my bottom-cheeks and roll her tongue around my sphincter. There were times, when we were in the living room just listening to music or relaxing, she’d get me to lie over her lap and spend a long time admiring and caressing my bottom. She definitely knew how to relax me or stimulate me, just by moving her hands over my backside. When I was over her lap, I felt totally submissive. I knew that having her go from caressing my bottom to slapping my bottom would not be a big leap. And, I was open to the idea of having spanking become part of our relationship, as long as she stuck to using her hand.