The following story contains a semi-consensual spanking between two women. Enjoy! The Body Shop js@smilingwithteeth.com Dawn Bass was late again. She was supposed to meet her best friend, Arlene, in 15 minutes. The two ladies had planed a day of window shopping. Of course, more often then not, when those two invaded the local mall, the window shopping idea lasted until they came across the first store. Dawn just loved to shop. She worked hard enough and every once in a while, she liked to let her hair down and just have a good time. Dawn worked as a computer consultant for a large firm. Her salary was quite handsome, and her days off were too far and few between. She was an attractive woman. She stood slightly over 5 3" and weighed about 115 lb. She had light blonde hair, as well as a beautiful pair of blue eyes, that seemed to shine. She had married Phil about three years ago. Phil was an architect and probably worked even more hours per week then she did. Phil also thought the world of his wife, but did not hesitate to tell her when she displeased him. Dawn rushed down the street and jumped into Phil's 300ZX. This was Phil's other pride and joy. He loved his car. Dawn sometimes felt that if Phil had to choose, he'd take the car and wish her a nice life. But Dawn was late. Again. She groped for the keys and after fumbling with them for a while, found the one that belonged in the ignition. She turned the car on, and then shifted into reverse. In her haste, she didn't notice that the wheel of the car was turned all the way to the left. She stepped on the gas, and the car immediately jumped the curb and struck the fire hydrant that was there. At that moment, Dawn felt her heart go to her throat. She jumped out of the car and ran to the back to view the damage. "Oh shit, no!" she said out loud. How was she going to get out of this one? She then remembered seeing this ad in the paper earlier in the day. She hadn't given it much thought, but her memory was good enough that she remembered it anyway. She reached into the car and flipped through the newspaper until she stopped on the page with the ad. The ad read as follows: Banged up bumpers? Damaged Doors? Bring it to the Body shop. If accident was your fault, ask for our special plan. No need for loved ones to find out. No insurance necessary. Fast and easy." Dawn stood there for a few moments, then called Arlene and canceled their date. She rode over to the Body Shop. She found it without too much trouble. A tall and quite intimidating woman greeted her. "Yes, how may we help you," she asked. Dawn took a deep breath and said, "I banged up my husbands car. It was my fault. I was in a hurry and didn't bother to check the wheel before I started driving. I wound up hitting a fire hydrant and did quite a bit of damage to the car." The woman looked at Dawn. For some reason, Dawn started feeling a little bit uncomfortable. However, beneath that discomfort, she felt something else. She couldn't quite put her finger on what that feeling was. "Well," the woman started, "I'd say that you need to have this car fixed, and that time is of the essence, am I correct?" the tall woman asked. "Yes, that is correct," Dawn answered. The tall woman (she must have been about 5 10" which was tall to Dawn), took a moment and said, "Well, let's step into my office and discuss this." Dawn nodded and followed the woman into a room that was located in the back of the Body Shop. In the room was a small desk, and two chairs. Dawn sat on one of the chairs, while the woman took her place behind the desk. She gave Dawn a quick glance, and Dawn gulped. "What's your name?" "It's Dawn. What's yours?" "My name is Patricia, but you can call me Pat," the woman answered. "Now, let's get down to business, shall we Dawn?" Dawn just sat there and nodded. "The damage to your car will cost about $900 to repair. While Dawn did make a good living, she also had expensive tastes, so there would be no way she could keep the $900 expenditure from Phil. If she chose to make it an insurance job, then her rates would probably go up, and Phil would certainly find out why. "Listen, Dawn said, your ad said that if the driver was to blame, then there was a special plan. What's the plan?" Dawn asked, starting to sound rather desperate. Pat gave Dawn another one of those stares, and Dawn felt her heart start to beat a lot faster. "Dawn, the plan is simple. We'll repair your car today, and you'll have to pay us the $900 over the next six months. Do you think you can handle that. BTW, that loan is interest free." Dawn couldn't believe this. "Yes, sure I can handle that, " Dawn replied. Pat noticed the wide smile on Dawn's face. Pat continued, "Dawn, there s a little more to it then that." Dawn slumped back in her seat. She felt those same feelings of fear and something else. What was that other feeling? She wasn't sure. "What else, " Dawn queried? "In order for us to give you that special plan, you'll have to first admit to something, and once you admit to it, you ll have to submit to something else." Dawn now knew what that other feeling was. It was a feeling of arousal. "What's that, " Dawn managed to say. "First off, Pat said, you do admit that the accident was your fault. Is that true?" "Yes, that's what I told you when I walked in to this place, " Dawn said, starting to get a little annoyed with Pat. "Well, would you say that if you had been more careful with your husbands car, that maybe this accident could have been avoided?" "Yes, it could have been avoided, " Dawn said. Dawn then stood up and said, "Just what happens next?" Pat stood up and took hold of Dawn's hand. "Dawn, you acted in a very irresponsible manner. What would have happened if there had been kids on that street? Did your husband know that you had his car?" Dawn felt a bit weak in the knees as her hand was still being held by Pat. "No, he didn't know that I took his car." Dawn was beginning to feel like a little girl being scolded by her mother. When Dawn was growing up, her mother never bothered to spare the rod. Dawn can remember spending many a painful moment over her mothers knee, being soundly spanked with the paddle for behavior that her mother did not approve of. Pat looked Dawn straight in the eyes and said, "Dawn, I think you need to be punished for what you did. In fact, that is what this plan is all about. If you want our special deal, you'll have to submit to a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking, right here and now." Dawn almost fainted. "A spanking?" Dawn said. I m 28 years old. You can't spank me." "That's very true, Dawn, I cannot spank you without your permission. However, if you want the special plan, then you'll have to submit to it and sign this contract. Otherwise, my advice to you is to find some other way to solve your problem. Dawn thought about it for a few seconds. She knew that there was no other way for her to get out of this. She didn't want to have to face Phil and show him what she did. She looked at Pat and said, "Okay, I'll take the spanking." Pat smiled and said, "Good girl." Dawn watched as Pat walked over to her desk and opened one of it s drawers. She took out this wooden hairbrush. Dawn was also quite familiar with the sting of the hairbrush. Her mother had used that on her quite a few times as well. Pat took Dawn by the hand and led her over to the straight back chair that Dawn had previously vacated. Pat sat down and pulled Dawn over her lap. Dawn was wearing a black mini skirt, that Pat pulled up to expose a pair of pink satin panties. "Dawn, you realize that these have to come down." "Please, Pat, don't lower my panties, " Dawn heard herself cry out. "Sorry dear, but for this spanking to make any kind of impression on you, I'm afraid a bare bottom is the only way to do it." Dawn started to weep quietly, as Pat lowered her panties. Pat's eyes were then treated to one of the most girlish backsides she had ever seen. The behind was round and firm, the skin smooth and lily white. It had been 10 years since Dawn was last in this juvenile position. Yes, Dawn's mother spanked her right up until the ripe old age of 18. Dawn felt Pat's hand rubbing her cheeks, as Pat started to lecture Dawn about her deplorable behavior. A word now about Pat. Not only was she tall, but she was quite attractive herself. She had jet black hair, with brown eyes, that seemed to have a life all of their own. She had lovely long legs, that most men would kill for. In fact, she looked a lot like Dawn s mother. Pat was in her late 40's, and old enough to be Dawns mom. While Dawn had never met this woman until just ten minutes ago, for some strange reason she trusted her. She waited for the spanking to begin. "You've been a very naughty girl," Pat said. "I'm going to make sure that this ass of yours is sore for a month. You'll think twice before you ever take something that does not belong to you, and use it in the care free manner that you used your husbands car." The talking had ended, and the spanking began. The brush landed with a loud, THWACK! Dawn yelped with the very first lick. Pat spanked fast and hard. Five on the left cheek followed by another five on the right. Three on one thigh and another three on the other. Dawn started to beg and plead, "I'm sorry Pat. I ll be a good girl. Please don't spank me anymore. Please OW!! OHH!! OUCH! OUCH!!" But the begging and pleading fell on deaf ears. The spanking went on and on. Pat watched with pleasure as Dawn's entire behind soon turned a deep dark red. Her thighs were also turning a nice shade of pink and Pat gave them a few extra licks just to let Dawn know that she was being dealt with by a very strict woman who knew how to redden a naughty girls behind. Soon, Dawn's plea s dissolved into sobs and cries. Finally, after letting the hairbrush visit Dawn's tender behind 100 times, Pat put down the hairbrush. She rubbed Dawn's scorched seat and let the woman have a good cry over her knee. "There, there, it's all over now," Pat soothed. It took Dawn a full five minutes to regain her composure, and finally Pat let her off her lap. Dawn stood up and started to rub her well-spanked behind. Pat walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Dawn, I certainly hope you've learned a lesson here today." "Yes, I did," Dawn said. "You're car will be ready in four hours. There is a diner across the street in case you're hungry. And Dawn, I can't spank you unless you agree to it, but a car accident doesn't have to bring you here. If you ever need some maternal correction, here's my business card and phone number. Just let me know." Dawn smiled at Pat. "Okay Pat. I will." Dawn walked out of the shop and down the street toward the diner. She put Pat's card into her purse. She knew that she'd be using it again. THE END © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission