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Susan replied right away, “Yes Michelle. I…I will do both after breakfast tomorrow. Thank….thank you. Good night.”

Michelle’s eyes widened as Susan softly padded down the hall. Susan had just THANKED her. She didn’t threaten to call the cops, she wasn’t angry, she was timid and spoke respectfully and thanked her. That absolutely blew her mind and she went off to her room herself, heading right to the closet to get her vibrator…

Pulling it out, she stripped and immediately brought it to her clit. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this wet. She started to think about what had happened, beyond her own reprehensible violent behavior. She would at all times feel some guilt about that, but now she needed to explore just why she was so damn aroused.

She had never been attracted to other women, decidedly straight, but she had to admit, Susan was an excellent choice if she was gonna have sexual feelings about another woman. Michelle had at all times felt a little….inferior? jealous? resentment?….towards girls that looked like Susan, but she recognized it was her own insecurity that was the cause. There was nothing wrong with the way she looked, it was just that for a girl like Susan, it came so easily. Every guy looked at her and wanted her, and she knew that came with its own drawbacks and danger, but Susan didn’t have to put any effort into looking pretty, she just was.

And Michelle had just just taken control of that perfect little body. Easily wrestling her and cuffing her, and then making her get over her lap and easily holding her there. She shuddered thinking about it, feeling an orgasm approaching. And that ass. That perfect little pale, tight, upturned ass. It was flawless until her hand had come down on it. She still remembered how that felt, how the firm flesh gave away under her palm and then rippled with the impact. She let out a moan then, the vibrator getting her there quickly.

Beyond the irrational anger that had spurred her to spank her roommate in the first place, she now recognized that something inside of her awoke during that spanking. Something that enjoyed imposing her will on another. She recognized that she even enjoyed feeling Susan struggle ineffectively. It had made her feel powerful. That ass turned so red under her hand and the heat it gave off at the end was incredible.

Susan had broken in a way, Michelle wondered. The way she had spoken in that tiny little voice assuring compliance. And how she had immediately got up and set to cleaning. And to top it all off, thanking her.

Michelle stifled a cry as the orgasm crashed over her in waves.

She removed the vibrator, not wanting to overstimulate, but knowing that there was something new inside of her, something she hadn’t known about, and something she wanted to explore further. She would have to see how Susan’s attitude was the next day and proceed carefully. If Susan was resentful or angry, then Michelle would have to back off from this. She wasn’t gonna force things.

But if Susan was still respectful and nice? Well, she might just have to carefully explore what she was thinking about.

And that was not only was she maybe open to relationships with women, but that she might actually be a dominant. She covered herself and was asleep quickly.

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Susan went off to bed feeling confused. Her ass was a constant source of pain, but every time it throbbed, she wondered of the way she had just been completely dominated and felt her arousal at it, and that was the source of her confusion. She had been so angry and indignant at what Michelle was doing to her, it really was assault, and she knew she had every right to be angry about it. She wasn’t any more though. It was like the anger had been spanked out of her and it had completely melted away.

She got into bed and immediately regretted plopping down on her ass the way she did, letting out a little whimper of pain and immediately shot up, lightly rubbing her ass. She turned around and crawled onto the bed on her stomach instead and breathed out a sigh of relief. She was still wearing her shirt, and it added to the pain a little, but she didn’t want to go through the effort to remove it at the moment.

She wondered back to what happened and how easily Michelle had handled her. Her hand went down between her legs automatically as she felt how aroused she was and started to lightly rub her clit. Why wasn’t she angry? Why was she so aroused? She didn’t find out it. She was not attracted to other women, especially since she knew she was better looking than most of them. Oh, she had kissed some other girls at parties, but that was more to rile the boys up rather than any true desire, and she had never truly considered doing more.

She had also never been spanked, not like that, or at least not that she could remember. Her mother had spanked her when she was little, but she hadn’t wondered of it much as she got older, until now. Those feelings of helplessness were the same as they were when she was a girl. The reasons for the helplessness were different, but the feeling was the same. The spanking had made her cry, and it had made her want to be a good girl, both then and now. But weirdly with both, she also felt cared for.

She wondered about how Michelle had easily cuffed her and threw her over her lap and her finger started moving more quickly. And then how Michelle had held her down so easily. She let out a little whimper as her ass rose into the air a bit and caused the shirt to rub over the stinging skin, but she rubbed faster as she wondered of the pain and the heat spreading through her body. The feeling of helplessness and vulnerability and how when she gave into it, when she surrendered to it, she had almost felt at peace. She had needed the spanking and nothing she said or did would stop it. She started to hump her hand now, the pain from the shirt rubbing adding to her arousal as her orgasm built.

And when it was over? She wasn’t resentful or angry. The overwhelming emotion she felt at the time was gratitude. She was thankful to Michelle for correcting her. She remembered thinking as she was doing the dishes that maybe Michelle would require more from her before she went to bed and how she would have been willing because it would have been a way to express that gratitude.

It all came together in her brain suddenly and she cried out as a very powerful orgasm crashed over her as she humped her own hand. She whimpered with need when it was done. The should do more, but she stopped and fell asleep instead, just like that – on her stomach and with her hand between her legs.

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The next morning, Michelle was up first and showered before coming out to make coffee. Her thoughts hadn’t changed much after a full night of sleep, but much depended on Susan’s attitude today and how receptive she was to things. Michelle very much wanted to pursue this and understand if domination was really a calling for her.

She made the coffee and then relaxed in the living room quietly, just browsing her phone and clearing her notifications. She was dressed comfortably in stretch pants and an oversize t-shirt.

Susan came out about an hour later and upon seeing Michelle, she softly said “Good Morning Michelle,” before moving about the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. For such a little thing, she could eat a lot and breakfast was at all times first and foremost. Michelle returned the greeting, pleased at the beginning, but not wanting to push anything just yet. Let the girl wake up.

Susan came out to the living room with her plate and sat across from Michelle and started to eat. She wondered she had successfully hid the grimace of pain caused by her shirt as she sat, but Michelle looked at her with some empathy. She ate quickly though, anxious to do the rest of the cleaning she had promised.

Michelle almost said something when she saw the look of pain on Susan’s face, but wanted to let her eat. She felt a little bad about it. A little. But she also knew the reminder might help Susan remember consequences. She was pleased though that Susan had joined her and that things were not too awkward.

When Susan had finished eating, Michelle suddenly asked, “does it still hurt a lot?” knowing the sudden question and reference to what had happened might be a bit off balancing, but was likely to get an honest reaction and answer.

Susan’s eyes widened, but she answered right away, “it does…I mean its not unbearable, but it does.” Her voice was soft and a bit high. “It is mainly when my shirt rubs against it though, and I think pants would be worse. I…I will manage.”

Michelle struck, hearing that soft tone, “If the shirt hurts, maybe you should take it off?” she suggested. Susan’s eyes widened and Michelle was pretty sure how Susan responded to this suggestion would tell her a lot.

“I…it wouldn’t bother you to see me moving about the house topless?” she squeaked, her face quite red. Michelle hid her reaction at the response, instead of just refusing, or laughing it off, Susan’s first impulse was that it might bother Michelle.

“Not at all,” Michelle answered casually, “it was a particularly hard spanking, but I don’t think you should have to suffer more from it because you are wearing a shirt. It won’t bother me at all.” And she looked back to her phone as if the matter was inconsequential.

Susan was a little aghast at the suggestion, but even though it was a suggestion, she had felt an immediate impulse to strip off her shirt. She could feel how much she was blushing and she didn’t know why. She had never been shy exactly, but this felt so different. They were both just girls though right? There shouldn’t be any harm, and for some reason, she felt a little aroused.

She got up carefully and brought her plate into the kitchen, and then went to her room and took off her shirt before coming back out. It DID feel much better to not have the material constantly rubbing against it. She still felt embarrassed though as she came back out to clean her dishes.

Michelle hid a smile at seeing Susan nude. Well, not quite nude, she still had on panties, but nothing else, her perfectly pert C-cup breasts swaying in front of her, and her nipples looking to be quite hard. Was she turned on by this? Michelle decided to push a little further and see how it went.

“Does that feel better?” she asked to which Susan replied, “much better,” so Michelle threw in, “Leave it off the rest of the day then.” That could be a suggestion, or it could be a command. It all depended on how Susan took it.

Susan took it immediately as not only a command but as one she should not argue against. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to argue against it. On hearing that plain statement, Susan felt her arousal rising again, and she replied almost immediately, “Yes Michelle.”

Michelle smiled, and didn’t bother trying to hide it and got a shy pretty smile back from Susan. Only Susan didn’t know the real reason that Michelle was smiling. It was because Susan had taken it as a command and didn’t hesitate in carrying it out. She felt that rush of power again and loved it. Yes, it was gonna be efficient to explore this further, but she would take it slowly.

Michelle occasionally glanced up as Susan moved around the room now vacuuming. She really did have a perfect petite body that the men in her life must have loved. But there was nothing overtly sexual here, and Michelle certainly didn’t leer. But what was present for both of them was the power of it. Michelle had said it, Susan had done it, and now Susan was gonna spend the rest of the day nearly nude and cleaning for much of it, while Michelle relaxed on the couch, fully clothed. It was hard not to feel that power imbalance from both sides.

Susan’s ass, now that Michelle had an unobstructed and free view of it, was still indeed quite red. It would bear watching, and not for sexual reasons. Michelle didn’t want her to suffer needlessly.

Around lunch time, Susan took a break and the apartment looked better than it had in a very, very long time. She laid down on the couch, now seemingly undisturbed by her near nudity. On the contrary though, Susan was VERY aware of it, but had come to enjoy it weirdly, especially when she saw Michelle’s eyes on her. She had worked very hard cleaning and hoped Michelle was pleased.

Michelle looked over at her and felt a little guilty at how red her ass was. Acting on impulse, she got up and went to the bathroom and found the aloe cream she came for. This would be another interesting test.

She came back out and went up to Susan on the couch, “Let me sit Suzie, and lay across my lap again. I don’t like how red your bottom still is, and I would like to treat it. After that, maybe we could watch a movie.”

Susan was shocked, not only at the simple and embarrassing command, but also being called ‘Suzie’. What she was sometimes called as a little girl. And how right it felt. She turned red all over again, but she pushed herself up so that Michelle could sit and then awkwardly laid across her lap again. She was instantly aroused by it.

As was Michelle at how agreeable Suzie was being. It had been intentional to call her that, and it seemed to have helped. And there it was once again, the perfectly shaped little ass on display for her. She squeezed come cream out onto it, and then very, very gently started to rub it in all over. Susan whimpered, both from the pain of the touch, and at how good and nice it felt. Michelle even made soothing noises telling her to hold still and it would feel better soon. Suzie relaxed and enjoyed the care.

Michelle enjoyed it immensely as well and had a wild impulse to pull Suzie’s panties down, but restrained herself. All in good time. For now, she just worked her hand under the panties when needed and made sure to get a good even healing layer.

“There, does that feel better?” she asked and Suzie responded that it felt a lot better. “Good, I am glad. You have worked hard today. I think perhaps maybe we should stay just like this while we watch the movie, and give that cream time to absorb and dry.”

Suzie hadn’t wanted to move off to start with, secretly enjoying the care and attention.

“Yes Michelle,” she responded as the movie started with Michelle’s hand just idly resting on Suzie’s ass, and a big smile on her face. The girl had become so damn biddable, that it was hard not to begin thinking about how far this domination might go…

NSFW: yes

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