by Scott Temuujin
It had been a long and busy day at the Diner. No business day in Boston is ever exactly slow, but this was a particularly grueling day. Now that fall had arrived, people were leaving their air-conditioned apartments and spending more time outside. The result of this was a steady drove of customers coming in all day long after their morning, afternoon, and early evening activities.
Liz looked at her watch and was delighted to see that it was 6.58 pm ... only two minutes before her shift was scheduled to come to an end. After a full day of serving customers, some of whom were frustratingly rude and impatient, Liz was looking forward to getting back home and relaxing before rewarding her hard day's work with a little shopping spree.
After removing her apron, punching her time card, and saying goodbye to the other staff members, she left the diner and made her way home. When she opened the door, she was greeted by Jenny, her friend and roommate. She was reclining on the couch with her laptop, doing some online shopping; her shift had ended two hours earlier and much like Liz, she was quite drained from her day.
"Hey Liz, how was the rest of your shift?" asked the bubbly blonde.
"Long. Let's just leave it at that," replied the young redhead.
"Yeah, sounds about right. Just remember, we need to put in our time and make the dough so we can get our hands into the batter," said Jenny with a little laugh, referring to the donut shop the two girls hoped to open one day.
"True. I just wish delayed gratification didn't have to be so... delayed," sighed Liz
Liz then left the living room and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to wash the day's work away (not to mention that unmistakable diner aroma) before going out on the town. She stripped down to her yellow satin bra and matching bikini panties and washed the slightly smeared makeup off of her face. When this was done, she turned to the mirror and shook her perky bottom.
If things at the diner get much worse, maybe I'll just start making money using my money maker, thought Liz as she admired her soft feminine rump in the mirror.
She then stepped into the shower and was initially shocked by the cold water that hit her now nude body. After a small scream, she turned the faucet head and before long the room was filled with steam from the hot water as it poured down on her. She slowly soaped up her young body, finally relaxing a bit as the warmth of the water beating down helped her to come down from the stress of her work day.
When the shower was finished, Liz put on a towel and walked to her bedroom, where she laid out her outfit for the evening. She selected a tight pink dress with matching pumps, accompanied by a maroon thong and matching bra. Some silk black stockings completed her look for the evening. After taking a look at the ensemble she had laid out on her bed, she smiled in approval and then sat down and turned on her computer.
Being the more responsible of the two girls, Liz always took a look at her credit card account online before going shopping, so she'd have a ballpark figure of the amount of money she should be spending.
As she read through her statement, she was shocked to see a $299 charge from the stress store that was applied one week ago.
"What the hell?" gasped an extremely shocked Liz. "I did NOT make this charge! Someone must have stolen my credit card number!"
After spending a few minutes cursing out the unknown identity thief, Liz was hit by a slight fragment of a memory.
Wait a minute, this sounds familiar. Where did I hear about it before? I know it was somewhere... Liz thought as she wracked her brain in a panic.
Suddenly it hit her. She knew exactly where she had heard about this purchase and who she had heard about it from. Jenny had recently ordered a pair of high-heeled leather designer shoes that were delivered just the other day. She also remembered wondering where Jenny had found the money for them, and the fact that when she asked that very question, her friend had quickly changed the subject.
Now with a prime suspect on her mind, Liz charged back to the living room. In her haste, she'd forgotten to dress and walked out to confront Jenny in just her towel.
"Jenny, could you put down your laptop for a minute? I need to have a talk with you," said Liz with a stern expression upon her face.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well - about those shoes that you had delivered earlier this week," began a vexatious Liz.
"Yeah, they're so hot aren't they? These sexy little things turn any outfit from bland to blazing!" said Jenny excitedly as she stood up to show she was currently wearing the same shoes that were the topic of their conversation.
"Hmm... hot. That's an interesting choice of words, Jenny," replied Liz wryly.
"What do you mean Liz?" asked Jenny, straining to sound casual.
"Well it just so happens that-" But before Liz could finish her sentence, Jenny started giggling. "All right Jenny, what's so funny?" asked Liz, who was about as far from laughter as possible.
"I know you like to try out different identities, but I never thought that nudist would be one of them," said Jenny, as she pointed down to Liz's towel that had fallen down during her questioning.
A very embarrassed Liz then turned around and ran to pick up her towel, exposing her bare bottom to Jenny in the process.
"Okay Jenny, that tears it. I am in no mood for jokes right now. I distinctly remember you dodging my question when I asked you how you afforded those shoes. I think it's a little more than a coincidence that I just found a charge on my credit card to the amount of $299 that I'm positive I did not make!" fumed Liz, as she stood angrily with her hands on her once again towel-clad hips.
Jenny looked back at her friend nervously as her beautiful face flushed red with embarrassment and fear. She tried to stammer out an excuse, but realized that it would be of no use. Taking a deep breath, she decided to come clean.
"Okay, I'm the one who made that charge. I'm totally sorry but I saw these shoes and just had to have them! I'd never do this ordinarily," she said.
"Then why did you do it this time?" screamed Liz.
"Well... I haven't paid my credit card on time in the past three months. Right now my account is suspended. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I swear!" she blurted.
"You will make it up to me Jenny. You know, I have every right to report what you did and press charges against you for identity theft. I don't want to do that because you're my best friend, even though you obviously haven't been acting like it. Count yourself lucky that I have a soft spot for you or else you'd be finding yourself in court," stated Liz.
"Oh thank you so much Liz!" Jenny spouted as she ran over to hug her friend.
"Not so fast Jenny," Liz began as she gently broke her friend's embrace. "I'm not going to take legal action, but you ARE going to make this up to me, just like you said. To begin with, you need to get your spending habits under control. Until you've paid your debt back to me and get back in good standing with your credit card, I'll be supervising your paychecks and giving you just an allowance each week."
Jenny was infuriated when she heard the word 'allowance', feeling greatly annoyed by the fact that her roommate was treating her as a child. Fortunately for her, she quickly remembered the fact that she was going to avoid some serious legal penalties and was in no position to protest.
"Yes, I understand. I know I haven't been responsible and that needs to change. It needs to change both for my own sake and for yours as well if we ever want to make our future business dreams come true. I'll allow you to control my money until you're satisfied with where things stand," said a very humbled Jenny as she looked down at her shoes, unable to look Liz in the eye.
Liz then stood in front of her friend and put her finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look up at her face. "This is all well and good Jenny. I'm glad you're starting to see things my way. However, talk is cheap and I think you need a little reminder and a little punishment before this matter is squared away," Liz said in a very firm tone that a pretty girl such as Jenny was not used to hearing.
"Punishment? What punishment? I thought that's what the whole allowance thing was for!" enquired a frightened Jenny.
"Yes, Jenny, I said punishment. You see, you were raised in a very privileged and progressive family. I was not. When I was growing up, any transgression this severe would result in a bare bottom spanking," explained Liz.
"That's abuse!" shrieked Jenny.
"No, it's proper discipline young lady and it's something that you obviously have not experienced enough of. The way I see it, since I have a lot of experience with the receiving end of spankings, I think I'm the perfect one to give you a taste to teach you to behave more responsibly," remarked Liz, as she stared intensely into Jenny's captivating blue eyes.
"Oh my God, you can't be serious! We're best friends. We're roommates. We work together. Something like this will make everything incredibly awkward," Jenny managed to choke out, on the verge of tears.
"Nobody said it was going to be a rose garden. In fact, the only thing that will be rosy about this situation is your ass when I'm done spanking it. In my opinion, we've already discussed this situation long enough. I need an answer from you now. Do you want to be spanked, or do you want to be arrested?" asked Liz, feeling a bit of adrenaline beginning to rush from her position of authority.
"The... the spanking," Jenny whispered.
"I'm sorry, the what? I couldn't quite hear you missy!"
"The spanking! I'll take the spanking!" shouted a humiliated Jenny.
"Good decision sweetie. Hopefully it will be the first of many for you from here on out," replied Liz, as she finally removed her finger from under Jenny's chin.
"Okay, I'm not going to lie. This is really embarrassing and a little scary. What exactly is going to happen?" Jenny asked, as her gaze was once again directed at the floor.
"Here's what's going to happen. Tomorrow night, after work, we're both going to come straight home. You'll wait for me in the corner until I tell you to come out. After that, I'm going to take down your pants and panties and spank your bare bottom over my knee," stated Liz.
"Whoa. Hold on a second here. You're going to be taking my PANTIES off?!" squealed an incredulous Jenny.
"Yes, that's exactly right. You just saw my ass a minute ago, so there's no reason I shouldn't be seeing yours. The psychological benefits of a spanking are even more important than the physical aspects. I feel that being spanked means nothing unless it's on the bare bottom. In addition to the fire I'll be setting in your bottom, you'll also be completely bared and vulnerable to me. Trust me, it's better than what you'd get in prison. Besides, I've always wanted to see your cute little butt anyway," said Liz with a wicked smile as she turned and walked out of the room.
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