Chapter 1: Renée Confronts Katherine

The next day Katherine called Renée to her cubicle. “I need to talk to you, but in private. Is now a good time?”

“Yes, it would be fine for me.”

“Okay, let’s go to the conference room and we can close the door.” Katherine got up and the other woman followed her. The latter felt very different after her sexual encounter with Paul the previous evening. Another change was that she had finally voiced her bitter resentment about Katherine’s arrogance. It had taken five years, but she had finally told someone about it, namely Paul.

It’s funny, but I don’t feel afraid of her anymore. Fuck her, let her fire me if she doesn’t like what I have to say. But I bet she won’t!

In the room, the two of them sat catty-corner at one end of the long table. Katherine spoke first, “Now, I need to know; did he follow my instructions as I told him to do?”

Surprisingly, Renee felt very relaxed at that moment, “You mean during that corner time, if that’s what it was?”

“Yes, of course. You were supposed to watch him – that’s one of the reasons I brought you there.”

Renée thought, well here goes, let’s see what happens. She hesitated a moment. “I did notice his big schlong and his dangling balls, that’s for sure. Didn’t you?”

“My God, did he make a pass at you?”

“Actually, I made a pass at him.”

“And how did he respond?”

Wow, she really is curious. Renée shrugged and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Katherine relied faster than Renée had expected, “We shouldn’t be talking of these things. I should go now.”

I think this tight-assed lady isn’t going anywhere; I think I piqued her interest. She said, “Well, you’re still sitting there, so you must want to know what I have to say.”

“I need to get to the bottom of this.”

“I’m sure you do.” She leaned forward. “Did you enjoy looking at his body, and then whipping him? I admit, I enjoyed watching it, although I did feel very sorry for him.”

“I was doing a necessary task, and God forgave me.”

“Forgave you for what? For being aroused?”

Katherine gave away part of her game. “What makes you think that?”

Damn, I think I’ve got her. Renée leaned back and took her time. “Did you enjoy it when you whipped me that time with the same belt? Did you like seeing my bare buttocks and watching them turn red as the beating proceeded?”

Instead of saying, that’s none of your business, Katherine replied, “I don’t want to talk about that.”

Renée pushed it further, “Did you masturbate later thinking about it? You do masturbate, don’t you? Or did you give it up for a Lent that never ends?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You are sure. You must know that thump in your cunt when imagining times with a lover, that twitch in your behind when you think about getting spanked. By the way, since you’ve done both, who do you prefer to punish: men or women?”

“Renée, you are wicked.”

Boy, that was weak. “Katherine, you can tell me about it, I’m your friend.” Yeah, about the only friend you have around here. “Confess to me; confession is good for the soul. Don’t you tell the priests about it in the confessional booth?”

“I don’t tell them about personal things.”

“Then what good is it? It’s just an empty ritual. You’re like those little girls who go in there and make up stories about saying mean things to their mommies.”

“How do you know about that?”

“Because I used to be one of those girls.”

Renée took a moment to assess how the other woman was doing. She’s taking this better than I would have expected. It’s time to drop the big one.

“Katherine, let me give you some advice. To be blunt about it, you really need to get laid.”

Instead of, shut up, Renée heard, “And who would I do that with?”

Jesus, she’s really cracking. “Well, as a start, with me.”

“What, are you a lesbian?

“Actually, I’ve only been with men, but I’m open to anything.”

“Then how do you know if you’d like it?”

Renée let some of her impatience show, “Because, Katherine sweetie, if somebody is licking your pussy, it really doesn’t matter what their gender is.”

She saw that Katherine was gaping at her, so she decided to pile it on a bit. “I mean, there is that wonderful feeling of your pussy lips opening, your clitoris is getting hard, and the juices are starting to flow. Then the climax, when it comes, it can really blow your socks off, assuming you’re wearing any.”

“Oh my.”

“Oh my, indeed. Note that I haven’t actually tried it with a woman yet, but that’s the way I suspect it would go.”

Katherine lamented, “I’m too distracted to do any work now. Yet a bus doesn’t leave for hours.”

“I’ll tell you what, let’s go out and have a couple of beers. You do drink beer, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“So let’s go to Kinchley’s. During the day, when it’s not too busy, the wait staff will let you drink at a table. Come on, I’ll drive.”

She got up and Katherine followed her out. In the hallway, there were large windows. Just across the street, there was a small farm that still hadn’t succumbed to New Jersey’s suburban sprawl.

Renée said, “That farm is not going to be there forever. The land underneath it must be worth a fortune.”

“That’s too bad; it is soothing to look out and see it every day.”

“I’m amazed that it lasted this long.

Outside, it was a cool but sunny November day. On the way over, Katherine was subdued, but Renée let her have her own thoughts.

Once they had been seated at a table and had ordered, Katherine asked, “And where would we go for our, ah, rendezvous? We can’t go to Queens, because my family is there.”

Man, she’s already talking about the logistics. “I have a place in Englewood, we could go there.”

“I’d have to bring a change of clothes for the next day, I guess.”

“That would be a good idea.”

“But what would I tell them about where I was going?”

“Katherine, what are you, thirty-five years old? You need mommy and daddy’s permission to do anything?”

“They haven’t really treated me right, you know.”

Oh, I knew this was coming. “Like how?”