Chapter 8: Simon and Leanne become friends too, Good Friends!

Babs wondered if Leanne would really go to Simon that evening or if, when the hangover had cleared, she would think better of it. Maybe it was the threat of the embarrassing photos but sure enough she did. Babs was in her lounge when the girl walked by in a little green flared skirt and white t-shirt. She stood outside Simon's bedroom for a while, maybe plucking up the courage. Babs had planned to listen outside the door to hear that the punishment took place and hopefully would hear her reduced to tears.

Eventually she knocked and waited for Simon to invite her in. "It's Leanne, can I have a chat," she said in answer to an unheard question, and then she entered the room.

As she closed the door from the inside Simon looked a bit apprehensive and asked. "Hi Leanne, what do you want?"

"I, um, just thought I ought to come to apologise for yesterday."

"Apologise?"

"Well, yes, I was a little, um, let's say not very nice to you. I don't know what got into me. I mean, you were right about the way I treated your mum and I should've listened to you."

"Shouldn't you be saying sorry to Mum, not me?"

"Oh, I have Simon, and I won't be treating her like that any more."

"You won't be dominating her any more? That was horrible to see her being treated like dirt."

"Yes it must have been, Simon. Look, can I sit on the bed with you? I need to chat with you."

"Er, yes, sure." She sat on the edge next to him. She could see he was still a bit nervous of her so didn't sit too close. He was only dressed in t-shirt and boxers and she wondered if she ought to go out and let him dress, but he didn't seem bothered.

"I don't know if you realise about your mum, and I'm not making this up, but she is very submissive by nature and actually likes to have someone take control and be a little domineering of her. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I sort of know. It's like she was with dad. He treated her appallingly but it actually seemed to turn her on if he humiliated her, and even though he ran off with a man in the end, he used to drag her to bed and I would hear him fucking her. But she actually seemed to like being treated that way. Are you saying that's why you behaved that way?"

"Yes, sort of, but I just got carried away and went too far. And I shouldn't have involved you. Your mum calls herself a subby bitch, and she is very aware of the way she is. Sometimes it's all too easy to take advantage of people like her and go over the top until she no longer enjoys it. I did that and I'm really sorry. I'll try to make it up to her, but it's you I need to apologise to. I treated you horribly."

"Oh it's OK."

"No it's not. I was awful and fought really dirty, kneeing you in the guts to wind you and pulling hair. You're a man and could beat me easily in a fair fight so I had to be dirty. And as for smacking you, that was terrible of me and I would like to put things right between us."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want to be friends again with you so I want you to put the wrongs right and do to me what I did to you."

"What? Smack you too, you mean?"

"Yes that's exactly what I mean. Be as rough as you like, give me a good thrashing."

"No, I couldn't do that. Let's just be friends again, eh?"

"Come on Simon, I insist, I won't feel better until you've re-dressed the situation." She pulled him to his feet, quite reluctantly on his part. His boxers were showing signs of a growing excitement so she thought maybe she should be a little careful, but she guessed Barbara would be listening to make sure she went through with it.

Eventually she coaxed him into pulling her panties down below her bottom and pulling her down onto his lap with her bottom sticking up. "That's it," she encouraged, "Pull up my skirt and tan that ass as hard as you like." Still reluctantly, he lifted the short skirt to her waist, but still showed no sign of wanting to smack it.

He did run his hands over her cheeks, and his cock was hard beneath her. "Smack me, Simon, I really want you to," she encouraged again in a loud voice so that Babs could hear if she was outside the door.

"I can't, Leanne, I really can't. You have a beautiful little bottom and it's turning me on so much just touching it. Is it OK if I just touch you?"

"Yes I can feel you are turned on. Can't you lay it flat or something? It's a little uncomfortable for me and for you too, I suspect." She lifted off him a little and he manoeuvred his cock under the waistband of his boxers and she settled back onto him. "Can't you just give my bum a playful smack, just for me?"

He did, but so light it wouldn't have left a mark. Then he went back to touching her and let his fingers delve down between the cheeks until they brushed against her anus. "Oh, Leanne, this is a dream come true for me, don't make me smack you. I think you'd better get up though because I'm so aroused I'm going to embarrass myself soon!"