The Slipper Renata Used to Punish Her Friend

A couple of years had passed since we got married and life kept on its course without any major upheavals. Sex had calmed down over time, but luckily we still kept the heat that youth and desire bring. Renata’s temper remained intact, and that meant that every now and then she treated me to a good thrashing, sometimes with more or less justified cause and other times not so much. More than two weeks ever went by without my getting a taste of her slipper.

I had never openly told her that I liked spankings, and slipper blows in particular, but she sensed it. She sensed it, I suppose, from the intense sex that came after every beating. Nor did I know for certain whether she liked punishing, but someone who did it for so long, and in the way she did, had to enjoy it for sure.

Renata’s fondness for it went back to when she was very little. She used to spank her brothers as much as her own mother did, and not only when she was left in charge of them. She did it while playing too. Since she was a child, she would invent a game with her friends and with one of her brothers that they called “mommies and daddies,” but which ended up becoming something else: she was always the mother, and always ended up punishing her “children” with scoldings and spankings, at first with her hand and, when she grew a little older, with the slipper. After all, that was what she saw at home. Like all children, she copied what she learned from adults.

One of the friends she played with was her neighbor Lucía, barely a few months younger, though physically they looked as if they were a couple of years apart. Lucía was loyal as a dog and would have killed for her best friend. Because of her docile, easygoing nature, she accepted everything Renata proposed, and Renata was bossy, manipulative, and needed things to always go her way.

One afternoon, when they were almost teenagers, everything changed forever. The boys had gone off to play soccer and the two friends were left alone. Renata was playing mother, as usual, but that afternoon she was especially irritated and took it out on Lucía.

“Why haven’t you drunk your milk, Lucía?”

“I did drink it, Mommy.”

“Are you lying to Mommy?”

“No, Mommy, I drank it all.”

“That’s a lie. Do you want me to take off my slipper and smack your ass with it?”

“No, Mommy, not the slipper, that hurts too much, please” —Lucía played along, though they were already getting too old for that sort of childish game.

Up to that point Renata had only spanked her friend with her hand; she reserved the slipper for her brothers. But when she threatened her with it, she felt more powerful. It was one more step in that invisible process of domination they were both carrying out without fully knowing it.

That afternoon she was wearing a pair of checked slippers, similar to her mother’s, in light blue tones. The moment she started taking one off with the intention of warming her friend’s backside, she felt, for the first time in her life, an inner heat so pleasurable that it immediately became addictive. She didn’t even know what that rush climbing up to her stomach was, but she liked it. She liked it far too much.

She lifted her right leg and kicked off the slipper in the blink of an eye, just as she had seen her mother do dozens of times. She took Lucía by the hand and began landing sharp slipper blows over the thin dress.

“There, there, there, that’s for lying to Mommy.”

In no time at all she gave her a good beating. Lucía played along at first, but ended up begging for mercy through tears as real as the beating itself. It was Renata’s mother who stopped it when she heard the commotion and came into the living room.

“What on earth is going on here?”

“Nothing, Mom, we’re playing.”

“Playing? That’s a funny way to play. You’re giving the poor thing a right hiding. Do you want me to take off my slipper and play like that with you?”

“No, Mom, I didn’t realize.”

“You didn’t realize? Apologize to her right now.”

“I’m sorry, Lucía. Did I hurt you?”

“A little, but it’s okay, Mrs. Marta. It was just play.”

“You’re as sweet as honey, sweetheart. And my girl, a right bossy little minx. If she gets too rough with you, tell me and I’ll knock her down a peg.”

***

When the two friends were alone again, they sat on the old sofa in the storage room where they usually played. Renata thanked Lucía for covering for her with her mother and then, curious, asked to see the result.

“Did I hurt you that much?”

“It stings quite a bit.”

“Show me. I’m curious.”

“No, I’m embarrassed.”

“Come on, show me your ass and I’ll heal it.”

“No, Renata, really, I’m very embarrassed.”

Renata sprang up like a shot, raised her leg again, and placed her hand on the slipper.

“Do I take it off again?”

That heat she had felt before returned, rising from her belly to her stomach and ending at the tips of her fingers. The sensation was as pleasant as it was intense, to the point of drying out her mouth. Lucía, who saw another beating coming, got up quickly.

“I’ll show you, I’ll show you.”

She lifted her dress and both of them saw the red marks high on her thighs. But Renata wanted to see more, as always wanting everything, and without hesitation she yanked her panties down. The two of them stood fascinated by the reddish color left on Lucía’s white skin by a few slipper blows.

“Jesus, I’ve really done a number on your ass, with just four hits.”

“It wasn’t four, pretty, it was more than that, and very hard ones.”

“Don’t exaggerate. If you saw the ones my mother gives…”

“Let me, maybe I can soothe it a little.”

Renata began resting her palms on her friend’s reddened buttocks, intending to calm her down, and she succeeded.

“Mmm, your hands are so cool. That really helps.”

“And your ass is so hot. I left it nice and warm.”

She kept moving her hands, at first timidly and then with more confidence, until she began to hear a kind of moaning.

“Do you like it?”

Lucía didn’t answer. A sharp smack with an open hand broke the silence.

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh, yes! Of course I like it, much more than when you hit me.”

“So you like it when I hit you too?”

“I didn’t say that. I said I like it more when you run your hand over me.”

“If you like that more, it’s because you like the other thing a little too, right?”

“Well… a little, yes.”

“I like hitting you too. And then soothing you after.”

At that moment she slipped a finger between Lucía’s buttocks, and Lucía jerked so sharply it only made the finger sink a little deeper.

“What are you doing? You scared me.”

“I didn’t do anything, you’re the one who stuck your ass out. You little slut…”

“Forgive me, Renata. All this is very strange to me, but please, we can’t tell anyone about this. It has to stay between us.”

“So you want me to spank you and then soothe you every time we see each other, but in secret, right?”

“Something like that.”

“We’ll see.”

***

The games went on for years. Almost always Lucía ended up with her backside red as a tomato; sometimes she received her punisher’s caresses and other times not, but in every case both of them enjoyed it, each in her own way. Not even the wedding stopped them, though there was a bit of a pause. Two months after getting married, Renata ran into her friend at the village shop and confronted her bluntly.

“Hey, do you have something against me or what?”

“Hi, Renata. What would I have against you? Nothing, woman.”

“Then why haven’t you come to see me? Are you stupid or what?”

“I’ve been busy, and…”

“I’m going home right now. I’m making coffee, and I don’t like it cold, so you know.”

“Yes, yes. As soon as I finish buying my things, I’ll come to your place.”

“For your own good.”

That threat sent Lucía’s pulse racing. She couldn’t stop thinking about her friend, though she felt uneasy about showing up at a married woman’s house. But those commanding green eyes had stirred her desire in the way only Renata knew how.

When she arrived, the coffee was steaming, freshly taken off the fire, and Renata welcomed her like a whirlwind.

“At last the lady deigns to pay me a visit.”

“It’s not that, Renata, but now things are different.”

“Different how?”

“You’re married. There’s Tomás.”

“Hush, hush, don’t go there. Now you and I are going to settle accounts. Do you want a little anisette?”

“No, thanks.”

“Here, I’ll pour you some. You’ll need it.”

They had a couple of coffees with a generous splash of liquor and talked about the things twenty-something friends talk about. After they’d been chatting for half an hour, a little more relaxed, Renata stretched out her right leg and started making the slipper flap against her heel.

“And tell me something, do you miss it?”

Lucía went red, half embarrassed and half pleased. She knew perfectly well what she was hinting at. During those weeks she had missed the beatings, no longer as a game but as a routine they both needed. Seeing that slipper with a little white flower on the vamp dangling from her foot, she felt a stab between her legs that soaked her panties instantly.

“Well, a little, yes, to be honest.”

“A little? From the look on your face, you’re dying for me to break it over your ass. You’re not fooling me, Lucía. And I’ve got my reasons.”

“What reasons are you talking about?”

“You think two months of not coming to see me is nothing? You think ignoring me like I was a stranger is nothing? Answer me.”

“I’m truly sorry, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“The only thing I know is that you need it like you need to eat.”

Renata gave a little kick so the right slipper flew off her foot, seized it tightly, and spoke to her in a tone that admitted no argument.

“You know where I want you.”

Docilely, Lucía set her cup on the table and lay across her friend’s lap. Renata didn’t waste any time. She began punishing the pert buttocks over the thin linen dress with no fewer than ten or twelve slipper blows that made the owner of those butt cheeks howl. Then she lifted her skirt, revealed a pair of white panties, and set about continuing.

“Do you think it’s pretty to leave me forgotten here like this? I missed you too. What were you thinking, Lucía?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Renata. I didn’t know what to do. Forgive me, please, it won’t happen again.”

“Relax, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again. After this you’ll remember my name.”

Renata ignored the pleas and yanked her panties down. Now the sole was punishing the already reddened flesh directly, leaving its outline marked over and over again. Lucía shuddered with every blow; the moans of pain mingled with those of pleasure. It was a beating in every sense of the word, and only when Renata deemed it fit did the onslaught stop.

Lucía was crying her eyes out, hurting but happy. She was lying across the lap of the woman she had secretly loved for years, and there was no place in the world she would rather have been. She breathed deeply and relaxed, especially when she felt Renata’s hand caressing her bruised buttocks.

“Does it hurt, darling?”

“It hurts, but I had it coming. I was stupid, you were right to hit me.”

“There, there, relax. Let me put a little cream on it, you’ll see how that helps.”

The cream and the gentle massage cooled the punished flesh until it drew sighs of sheer pleasure. Renata kept rubbing her ass and thighs while Lucía spread her legs, asking for more. And just when she whispered, “Silly girl,” she slipped her middle finger into Lucía’s sex, which wasn’t wet but drenched, so the finger slid all the way in.

The moan, first from surprise and then from pleasure, was heard throughout the whole living room. What neither of them knew was that they were not alone. I had come in without making a sound to look for a document and had stumbled upon the scene from the very beginning. I stayed until the end, surprised and above all aroused to discover that my wife didn’t just turn me on, she also dominated her best friend like that. More than the spankings, what set me on fire was the lesbian complicity that could be sensed between the two of them.

Renata’s finger kept probing, first slowly and then in a dizzying back-and-forth, until Lucía came in a flood that left her limp and radiant. When she withdrew it, Lucía sat up onto her beloved’s lap like a child, saw the finger shining with her own desire, and brought it to her mouth, savoring it slowly. Then the two of them looked at each other and melted into a long, tongue-filled kiss, with Renata taking the lead as always. I let myself be carried away in the adjoining room, not missing a detail.

After the kiss, Renata composed herself and put things back in their place.

“This kiss means nothing. I love Tomás madly, he’s my husband and I’m not leaving him for anyone. What we have is something else, you know that?”

“Yes, of course I do. The last thing I want is to come between you. This kiss was something thoughtless…”

“The kiss was both of our doing, and we both liked it. I like spanking you, and you like me spanking you, but my husband is my husband. I like men. You should find yourself one who loves you and gets you hot every now and then.”

“Don’t say that, Renata. I want you to get me hot.”

“We’ll talk about that, you and I. You still have a lot to learn.”