Moonlit Hour

The leather couch creaked softly under Valerie as she curled up with her phone, rereading the chat that had left her thighs slick and her pulse racing. A random strangers chat room conversation had unlocked something deep inside her--something that had begun years ago over her daddy's knee.

She had discovered it the first time Daddy had yanked her across his lap for talking back. At eighteen, she'd already known the sting of his broad palm on her bare bottom, but that night something shifted. The sharp cracks of skin on skin, the heat blooming across her cheeks, the helpless way her legs kicked... it made her pussy throb. She had started testing him. Leaving chores half-done. Rolling her eyes. Anything to earn that firm, inevitable command: "Over my knee, young lady."

She craved the ritual. The way he'd make her peel her panties down to her thighs, exposing her completely. The lecture in his low, authoritative voice while his hand turned her ass cherry red. Sometimes he'd make her stand in the corner afterward, nose touching the wall, hands behind her head, sniffling with a blazing backside and a dripping, aching cunt she wasn't allowed to touch.

One afternoon he'd caught her rubbing her swollen clit during corner time. The soapy punishment that followed--his thick fingers working the bitter Ivory bar soap across her tongue while tears streamed down her face--had only made her wetter.

And now, at twenty-four, nothing had changed. Two weekends ago she'd visited her old home and had mouthed off to Laura, her mother. Daddy had taken her straight to the spanking room. He'd made her strip to just her bra, then bent her over the arm of the old leather couch, and lit her ass on fire with his heavy hand before finishing with the belt for "extra attitude." Her mother had to stand and watch, and often times received the same treatment right beside her. Two grown women, bare-bottomed and crying, while Daddy reminded them of house rules.

Valerie's clit pulsed at the memory.

But John's messages had planted a new, wicked seed.

That night, Valerie stood in front of the mirror in their apartment, heart hammering. She'd bought the Ivory Soap. She'd bought the heavy wooden hairbrush--oval, wickedly solid. She wore tight yoga pants with nothing underneath, her round ass clearly outlined, and a thin tank top that showed the hard points of her nipples.

Amber was on the couch scrolling her phone when Valerie stepped into the living room.

"Amber," she said, voice steady with her newly claimed authority.

"We need to talk."

Her roommate looked up, curious. Pretty, soft-curved Amber with her wide eyes and full lips, green eyes that reminded everyone of her Irish roots. The girl who always followed Valerie's lead.

"I've been thinking," Valerie continued, stepping closer. "This apartment will run better with one leader. That's going to be me from now on. New rules. New consequences. My daddy's house taught me how a home should work."

Amber blinked. "Wait... what?"

Valerie didn't flinch. "You already know I'm the boss. Tonight I make it official. You'll do your chores and those of mine I assign you. You'll keep the place the way I want it. And if you don't..." She pulled the wooden hairbrush closer to her on the coffee table. The six pack of Ivory bar soap rested next to the brush. "There will be punishments. Spankings."

Amber blinked, looking at the package of white soap. "What's that for?"

Valerie answered in a quiet voice "When you back talk me, roll your eyes or refuse a command, in here or out there, you'll get a soapy mouth. It's guaranteed to provide you with adequate behavioral motivation."

Amber's cheeks flushed pink, but she didn't laugh. She squirmed, pressing her thighs together. "Val... you're serious?"

"Dead serious." Valerie's voice dropped, husky. "Take your jeans off. Right now. You need a taste of what you'll earn any time you disobey me, from now on out."

There was a long, trembling moment. Thoughts of protests and refusals ran through Ambers mind. She did agree that Val was the natural leader in their shared spaces. It might work. It might be for the best. She rationalized the situation, trying to ignore the heat and wet that had flooded her groin, her cunt slippery wet at the rules and authority coming from Val.

Amber stood, fingers shaking as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. Her simple pink panties clung to the swell of her ass.

"Panties too," Valerie ordered, echoing every command Daddy had ever given her.

Amber whimpered but obeyed, baring her smooth, round, white bottom. Valerie's pussy clenched at the sight--her roommate naked from the waist down, looking vulnerable and strangely eager.

"Over my lap."

Amber layed herself across Valerie's thighs, breathing fast. Valerie ran her hand over those soft, untouched cheeks, squeezing, parting them slightly to see everything. Then she brought her palm down hard.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Amber yelped, legs kicking. Valerie spanked methodically, turning the pale white skin rosy, then red. Each smack made her own cunt throb. She could feel Amber's wetness smearing against her thigh.

"You'll do my laundry from now on," Valerie said between spanks. "Folded perfectly. You'll keep the kitchen spotless. And you'll keep your bedroom door open. No masturbating without my permission."

Amber moaned, pushing her ass up for more. "Yes... okay..."

When the spanking ended, Valerie stood her up and marched her to the corner, hands behind her head, bright red bottom on display. She stepped behind her, pressing her body close, lips brushing Amber's ear.

"Next time you roll your eyes at me, it's twenty with the hairbrush. Understand?"

"Yes, Valerie," Amber whispered, voice breaking, but thick with arousal.

Valerie smiled, sliding one hand down to cup Amber's soaked pussy from behind, teasing her swollen clit with light strokes.

"Miss Valerie" as she pushed deeper inside Ambers cunt with two fingers.

"Yes Miss Valerie" came a subdued but solid reply from Amber.

"Good girl. Now stay there until I say. I have a list of new rules to write... and you're going to learn every single one over my knee."

As Amber trembled in the corner, freshly spanked and dripping, Valerie picked up her phone and typed a quick message to John, her on-line mentor.

Valerie: "It's started. She's in the corner right now with a bright red bottom. Thank you, John. I think I'm going to enjoy this even more than getting spanked myself... "

She set the phone down, picked up the hairbrush, and ran her fingers over the smooth wood, already imagining how Amber's pretty ass would look after a real session.

The apartment was going to run perfectly from now on.

The next morning Amber was sitting at the breakfast table sipping her coffee. Her clit was sore from the last nights masturbation sessions. She had fantasies of Valerie's domination and more.

Valerie came in and Amber immediately jumped up and made Val's coffee. She sat back down and cleared her throat, and began.

"I'm not sure about what you said last night."

Valerie looked up from her coffee cup and clearly spoke. "It's past that point Amber. The decision has been made and

you'll be fine. And by the way, before you leave for work, you'll receive a spanking."

"What?!?" she exclaimed loudly.

"Why!?! No! I don't agree to this! I didn't agree to any of this!!!"

Valerie said "You remember my rules last night? I told you no masturbation without permission. I heard you all night."

Amber looked down, blushing. Silent.

Resigned.

She looked up at Val and said

"I'll be ready in ten minutes" as she left the kitchen.

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Valerie thought back to the first time Daddy had soaped her mouth. She was 18 years old, and driving herself to most events.

She had lied about staying late at a girlfriend's house after a party. In truth, she'd been making out with a boy in his car, letting his hands wander under her skirt until her panties were soaked. When she finally slipped through the front door past curfew, Daddy was waiting in the hallway, arms crossed.

"Bathroom. Now."

His tone left no room for argument. Valerie's stomach dropped. She followed him on shaky legs, already regretting her choices of the night. The bright overhead light felt clinical and exposing as he closed the door behind them.

"Strip. Everything. Including your bra."

She knew she was in for it. He usually allowed her to keep her bra on. Full nudity sessions were memorable.

She obeyed, her trembling fingers pushing her jeans and pale blue panties to her ankles before stepping out of them. Her smooth, shaved pussy felt the cool air immediately. She stood there in just her thin tank top and bra, bottom bare, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His eyes bored into her, waiting for her to finish undressing. She pulled the tank top over her hair, then unclipped the bra and allowed both to fall to the floor.

Daddy unwrapped a new bar of Ivory soap. He turned on the faucet, letting the water run warm, while holdong the bar underneath until it glistened, softening the outer layer of the bar. He worked it between his strong hands, building a thick, creamy lather.

"Kneel."

She dripped to her knees.

"Open your mouth, Valerie."

She hesitated only a second before opening her mouth. The slick, wet bar slid onto her tongue. The taste hit her instantly--bitter, chemical, overwhelmingly clean. She gagged as he pushed it deeper, rubbing it firmly across her tongue, across her teeth, along the roof of her mouth. The back sides of her front teeth were inpacted with soap. Her tongue covered in white creamy lather, making her want to heave.

"Since you can't be trusted to keep your mouth honest," he said calmly, "we'll clean it properly."

Tears sprang to her eyes as the horrible soapy foam filled her mouth. Thick white suds leaked from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her chest, dripping over her erect and hard nipples. The taste was vile. Every breath she took through her nose made her want to retch. Drool and suds ran in stringy lines down her neck landing between her firm tits.