Lick 'n Tiff - Chapter Six - Tiffany's Spanking
"I heard you kissed Jeremy," Jenny whispered as we knelt side-by-side in the chapel.
"What?" I narrowed my eyes, but didn't turn my head. We were supposed to be praying, not talking.
"He's so cute," she sighed, nodding her head like she was agreeing with herself.
"Who told you that?" I wondered softly, speaking into my hands as if asking God Himself.
"He did," Jen replied. "He told me everything."
"Oh." I closed my eyes as one of the nuns cleared her throat. They were pretty serious about praying. Heck, the sisters were pretty serious about everything.
"He said he got a little tongue action too," she giggled.
"Shut-up," I whispered. "It was just a kiss."
"Do you love him and everything?"
"No!" I said a little too loudly and dropped my head a little lower. "I don't even like him."
"Yeah you do," Jen decided. "Jeremy's so cool."
"You're weird," I breathed and then we had to stand up and sing the first hymn, so we didn't say anything else for little bit.
We had mass every Wednesday morning, all the tenth grade girls, and that wasn't really too many of us. Maybe like forty girls or something? I dunno. The Virgin Mary Academy wasn't very large compared to the public high school, but it had all six grades too – seventh through twelfth – and so that was a lot of girls all in one place.
It made the altar boys kind of nervous, being in front of forty teenage girls and trying not to screw up. They were from St. John's, the boy's school across the street, and some of my classmates liked to tease them, you know, since they were trying to ignore us and we were bored. Jeremy was one of them today and I wondered if that was by accident or if he'd volunteered or switched with another boy or what. I really didn't know how they got picked for any particular day, but I didn't believe in coincidence either.
"He's looking at you," Jen whispered, kinda nudging me with her shoulder.
I ignored her, just like I ignored Jeremy's sidelong glances from beneath the stained glass windows. I never should have kissed him, I thought, and I'd only done it because I'd been mad at my boyfriend. It had been one of those impulsive things, you know? Like I hadn't planned it at all, I'd just done it, and now everyone knew? That hadn't taken long at all, but stuff like that never did. If Jenny knew about it, then the whole school would think we were going out together by lunchtime. By the time I got on my bus to go home, we'd be engaged probably. That's how silly high school could be.
"He really likes you a lot," Jen told me in the middle of the homily and that girl just refused to let it go.
"Shhh…" I breathed. "You're gonna get us in trouble."
"I wish he'd look at me like that," she whispered. "You're so lucky, Tiff."
I happened to look at Jeremy the same time he looked at me and our eyes locked for a second. I felt almost embarrassed and looked down quickly.
"I bet he was thinking about you this morning," Jen said, touching my bare thigh with her finger to make sure she had my attention.
"What do you mean?" I asked, biting my bottom lip and shifting a little in the pew.
"When he was jerking off," she whispered. "He does it every morning."
Like I needed to know that? God! I could feel my cheeks turning pink for some reason, maybe because I was staring at Jeremy and trying to imagine him stroking his cock, except I didn't want to imagine that at all.
"In the shower," Jen added with a tiny giggle.
Stroking his long, hard cock under the hot spray? No! I pushed the vision out of my mind. Boys and their funny looking dicks weren't all that interesting to me. I loved Licorice. He was my boyfriend and I closed my eyes, imagining Lick's cock slipping from his furry sheath. He had a big one too, a lot bigger than Jeremy's, I was sure. And Lick's penis was made for fucking! It wasn't all blunt and shaped like a club or something, Licorice had a beautiful cock. The tapered head was designed for penetration, pointed like a spear and sorta narrow at both ends, but really thick in the middle. And the knot…
"Ohhhh…" I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I remembered how that bulge of hard muscle had felt stretching my little pussy so good the night before. I might have kissed Jeremy, but I'd made out with my dog for ten minutes while he pumped his hot semen into my womb. Lick had filled me up completely and loved me so good. A boy couldn't do me that way. Jeremy couldn't ever make me feel good like that and besides, Licorice was a serious hunk. Jeremy might be cute, but my boyfriend was definitely tall, dark, and handsome.
And Lick didn't need to jerk off either. I made sure of that personally!
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"Shoot." I frowned at my panties as I sat on the toilet after mass. They'd gotten a little damp and I could smell the distinctive smell of my pussy. I'd been thinking too much about Licorice and I did that a lot in school. I decided to take them off completely and go naked under my plaid skirt. I did that a lot too, but more because I liked the feeling than because my panties were wet.
Being horny all the time could be seriously annoying…kinda like Jennifer.
"Do you wanna come over to my house after school?" her reflection asked me as she stood at the sink and I joined her so I could wash my hands.
Jen was pulling a comb through her thick black hair after letting it loose. We all had to pin up our hair for church and she hated it, but I didn't really mind. I'd gotten kinda lucky in the looks department, probably because my mom's so pretty. We look a lot alike, except she's a little taller and her boobs are bigger, you know. But I was still growing anyway.
"We can just hang out or something," Jen shrugged, making a face as her comb got snarled again. She had sorta wavy hair, almost curly at the ends.
"With Jeremy?" I grinned at her like I knew exactly what was going on.
"Maybe," she giggled. "He'll be there anyway."
"Does he know you've got a crush on him?" I teased her, but it seemed pretty obvious to me.
"I do not!" Jenny pursed her lips like a little girl. "I just kinda…like him."
"So if I hang out with you, then Jeremy can hang out with me, and then you can hang out with him?" I laughed at her. "I get it, Jen."
"So?" she gave up on her hair. "Come on, Tiff. Just hang out a little, okay?"
"He's your brother," I told her as I dried my hands. "You don't need an excuse."
"Please?"
"Nah. I gotta go home right after school."
"How about tomorrow?" she asked and I shrugged.
"Maybe," I answered, just to buy time before I said no. "I'll talk to my mom."
"You have to ask your mom?" Jen giggled and didn't bother to reply. It did sound kinda dumb. "Hey, um…Tiff?"
"Huh?"
"You're not gonna tell anybody," she said. "Right?"
"Tell anybody what?" I picked up my books.
"About me and Jeremy," she whispered, even though we were alone. "That I like him."
"You're supposed to like him," I said, but I knew what she meant. The thing was that Jenny didn't hide it very well at all. Pretty much all her friends knew she had the hots for her big brother.
"Yeah, but…" she blushed and the color in her cheeks made Jen look really pretty, I thought.
"I won't say anything," I promised just as the bell for our first class of the day started ringing.
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"I heard you were making out with Jen's brother," Katie said with a grin while we waited for our religion class to start.
"Not even," I told her seriously. "It was just a kiss."
"Which one?" Sandy wondered, sticking her nose into everyone else's business like always.
"Jeremy," Katie replied, because Jen had three brothers and all their names started with J for some reason. Her parents' names started with J too, now that I think about it, so maybe it was a family tradition or something.
"Oh," Sandy shrugged. "I thought you meant Josh."
"He's totally hot," Carol said, turning around.
"Which one?" Katie asked.
"Both of them!" Carol stuck out her tongue with a giggle.
"No kidding!" Sandy nodded in happy agreement. "No wonder Jenny's crazy."
"Leave her alone," I sighed.
"What?" the girl pouted. "I didn't say anything."
"Living in the same house with those two guys?" Katie rolled her eyes.
"Three guys," Carol corrected her. "Jared's pretty cute too."
"For being fourteen, you mean?" I rolled my eyes.
"So?" she shrugged. "He's still cute."
"I'd go out with him," Katie said.
"Maybe you could baby-sit him," Sandy giggled, because we were all sixteen.
"Shut-up!" Katie frowned, but they were just teasing each other. At least they'd gotten off the subject of me and Jeremy and our infamous kiss. That subject was gonna get old quick!
You'd think after like five years of Sunday school and then two years of catechism before my Confirmation, I'd pretty much know all I needed to about God and the bible and Jesus and all those guys. Apparently not though because we still had to have religion classes. That's the price of going to a parochial school, I guess, and in tenth grade it was called "Comparative Christianity" which just meant Sister Agatha got to tell us how all the other Christian religions were wrong and how the Pope was always right.
I personally didn't think God really cared one way or the other, so long as people had faith in something. I mean, without some kind of belief, everything seems kinda pointless to me. Whether it's faith in God or the universe or your family or just a magic shrub named Shroo…Faith is what makes living real. At least for me and I put most of my faith in Love, which sounds totally corny, but it's true. I figured I was put on the earth to love someone. To feel it and express it and do something about it, you know?
At the moment, I loved my mom and I loved my boyfriend, and that was about all the religion I needed. So I spent most of the class drawing pictures of Licorice, but I'm not a really great artist or anything. I just liked to doodle.
"Tiffany?"
"Huh?" I looked up, blinking into Sister Agatha's pretty face. She didn't look like a nun at all, or an Agatha for that matter. More like a Suzy, I thought.
"We're waiting," she said with a pleasant scrunch of her pert nose.
"Sorry," I swallowed hard and I had no idea what she wanted. "Um…What was the question?"
"When did the first Vatican Council meet, dear?"
"Oh, uhhh…1869 in Rome."
"Very good," she agreed. "And what did they decide?"
"Me?" I asked and Sister Agatha nodded. "That the Pope is always right."
"Exactly. The Pope is infallible," she said, looking around the classroom and leaving me alone again. I was glad she'd asked me an easy one.
But when the class finished with the ringing of the bell, the nun asked me a hard one.
"Tiffany, would you stay for a moment," she said, because it wasn't a question at all.
"Yes Sister," I sighed, hoping I wasn't in trouble for doodling.
"Where are your panties?" Sister Agatha asked me a moment later, after the room had emptied and she'd closed the door.
"Ummm…" I swallowed hard.
"We have a dress code, Tiffany," she told me without a hint of humor. "One that includes a bra and panties."
"I'm wearing a bra," I said, but I regretted that immediately.
"This isn't funny."
"Sorry," I whispered, avoiding her frown and staring at the silver crucifix hanging between the nun's rather large, firm breasts.
She didn't wear a regular habit, none of the teachers did. Sister Agatha wore a modest blue skirt and matching blazer, and a white blouse like she was a secretary or something. Her brown hair was long, but neatly pinned up, and she wore some makeup too, but only a little and in very neutral, natural colors. Except for her crucifix and her ugly brown shoes, nobody would guess she was a nun probably…until she opened her mouth.
"The Lord is my shepherd," she sighed. "Do you have any panties with you today?"
"Yeah…Yes Sister," I corrected myself. "In my purse. I just had a little, um, accident kinda and…"
"There are no excuses, Tiffany."
"Sorry."
"I'll give you a choice," she told me. "I can send you to the principal's office and you can explain to the Monsignor why you're not wearing panties, or…"
"Uh!" I blinked at her.
"…or I can give you a spanking," she finished and the room seemed awfully quiet suddenly. "Well, Tiffany?"
"A spanking," I said softly. "Can I, um…put on my panties first?"
"No," she said. "Stand right here…There you go, step back…Put your hands on my desk…Spread your legs a little for me…"
Sister Agatha had spanked girls before, I knew that. Sandy, Katie, Jennifer and Carol, all of my friends had been spanked at least once, but not me. Not until now and it kinda scared me. I felt my tummy all knotted up and my knees felt weak and rubbery, especially when Sister Agatha took me by the hips and pulled me backwards a little more, forcing me to really bend over as I held the edge of her desk.
"I don't want to hear a sound out of you, Tiffany," she told me. "I'm going to give you ten spankings and I want you to remember them."
I just nodded and then shivered as I felt her lift my skirt and tuck it under the waistband at the small of my back. My bare butt was completely exposed and not only that, I realized, but my pussy as well. I had my legs spread pretty far, a lot more than it seemed like a spanking would need, and I could sense Sister Agatha behind me, but I was afraid to look at her. I just prayed she wouldn't notice how moist I still was down there, how plump my pussy lips were and how my tiny clitoris was throbbing at the top of my slit.
She didn't say anything either and the first stinging slap of her palm against my butt made me gasp and stand on my tip-toes for a second.
SLAP!
Sister Agatha gave me another and then another, taking her time even as the bell rang again, telling me I was late for my next class.
SLAP!!
The fourth one really made me shiver! I felt my butt burning and not just there, my whole body seemed to grow hot beneath her deliberate attention. My legs quivered and the knot in my tummy became a cramp, a low ache that seemed to sink into my pussy for some reason. I mean, I could feel my sex spasm everytime she spanked me and I just wanted to squeeze my thighs together and smother the emptiness I felt inside.
SLAP!!
By the time I got the seventh and then the eighth spankings, I was really crying. Not because it hurt though, and it did hurt, don't get me wrong, but because I felt so completely frustrated. Like the rest of my body wanted to be spanked too, or not spanked maybe, but touched? Something like that. I couldn't figure it out. My breasts felt super tender the way they do when I get my period sometimes. My nipples were so hot they felt cold. I wanted to grab my tits and squeeze them, you know? And my pussy felt even better. I mean worse! I knew Sister Agatha could see how wet I'd become. I could feel the juices staining the pale hollows of my thighs. I wanted to rub my clit and finger my pussy and cum!
SLAP!! and SLAP!!
The last two almost made me fall down and I whimpered softly, trying my hardest not to make a sound. I shivered and then nearly jumped out of my shoes when I felt Sister Agatha's hands on my ass. She held both of my butt cheeks as she stood directly behind me, squeezing my tender flesh, massaging me while I tried to regain my senses. I didn't know if she was really trying to touch me sexually or whatever, but it sure felt like it. The pressure felt good for some reason and I pushed myself against her fingers in search of more, arching my back and groaning softly.
"Shhhh…" Sister Agatha whispered. "Even good girls need a spanking sometimes, don't they, Tiffany?"
"Oh!" I gasped as one of her hands slipped between my thighs and rubbed my pussy.
"That's it," she sighed. "Let all the pain go now. It's all over, Tiffany. All done."
My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the floor except Sister Agatha's left arm went quickly under my tummy. She held me up, leaning over me and whispering soft, soothing words while her right hand massaged my melting vulva. I moaned between clenched teeth as she slipped first one finger and then another between my plump labia, exploring my clasping sex as deeply as she could. I felt her breath in my hair as she kissed my head and in that moment I started cumming.
The walls of my pussy closed around her fingers and squeezed. I rocked my hips and squirmed helplessly while Sister Agatha hugged my bent body. She pinched and pulled at my sex, found my clit and rubbed it mercilessly, her thumb played around the tight rosebud of my virgin anus. She seemed to touch me everywhere all at once and my juices ran over and between her fingers. The sharp smell of girl cum filled my nose and my head swam with raw pleasure. This experience was completely unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was as beautiful as it was unexpected and I just stared at the twinkling darkness behind my tightly shut eyes wondering what it could mean.
"…feeling better now, Tiffany?" Sister Agatha's voice seemed to wake me up and I realized she was helping me stand on my own two feet.
"I don't know," I said, blinking and blushing and smiling. I couldn't stop smiling and my cheeks were wet with tears, my whole body damp and sticky with sweat. I felt like I'd just fallen off a roller coaster and landed in a cotton candy machine.
"Yes you do," she smiled back at me, fixing my skirt as I stood there rather unsteadily. "You're fine now. Look at me."
I did look at her and Sister Agatha had green eyes.
"Nobody needs to know about this," she told me and I nodded. "You deserved a spanking and you got one. That's all."
"Yeah," I breathed, swallowing hard and wanting to look away, but I didn't. I just kept looking into her eyes.
"I'll give you a hall pass," Sister Agatha said. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Put your panties back on and we'll forget all about what happened here, okay?"
"Alright," I agreed, wondering how I'd ever forget any of this. I knew what she really meant though and there wasn't any possible way I'd ever tell another person what we'd done. I just hoped I wasn't totally gay or something now! That would suck.
"Good." She reached for her desk, finding the little pad of passes and ripping one off for me. "And Tiffany…"
"Yes?" I blinked at her, licking my lips as she held up the pass.
"You should remember to sit like a lady from now on," Sister Agatha said with a smile. "You're a very pretty girl; you don't need to show off."
"Oh." I nodded and took the hall pass, but she didn't let go of it right away.
"Unless you want another spanking sometime," the nun told me as she released the paper. "Goodbye, Tiffany."
"Uh…Goodbye, Sister."
I practically ran to the bathroom wondering how I'd ever explain all this to Licorice…He'd never believe it, I thought, not in a million years.