Chapter 1

A Mistress and Charlotte story.

Other Mistress and Charlotte stories for your enjoyment

Girl Friday
Kitten With Benefits
Maid’s Day Off
A Beautiful Night
Charlotte’s Opening Day
Best Laid Plans
Charlotte’s Secret Recipe
Charlotte’s Jazzy Halloween

Some regular readers of Natasha and Charlotte’s adventures have expressed an interest in getting to know Jo and Tina a little better. I think that sounds like a great idea, so this story is going to be all about them.

Much like Natasha and Charlotte, these two experiment with a little bit of kinkiness. They are a loving couple, and their play is safe, sane, and consensual. But if this type of behavior is not your thing, you may want to skip this story and find something else to read.

The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I’m sure most of you know about the adventures that Mistress and I share together. If not, you should definitely start from the beginning and read Girl Friday. But, if you are a regular reader, then you probably also know our good friends Jo and Tina. We met a few stories back, in Best Laid Plans. They’re a really cute couple and this tale is about them. I hope you enjoy it.

Love and Hugs,
Charlotte

I gripped the edge of the desk, preparing myself for the blow that was to come. I had my feet planted shoulder-width apart, and my back arched to push my ass up. I was fully clothed, but otherwise it was just like Mistress had taught me.

I glanced over my shoulder, waiting. Jo was still standing there behind me, chickening out again. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

“Really, it’s OK. I’ll text Mistress if it’ll make you feel any better.”

“Yeah, I think you should.”

C: M, is it OK if Jo spanks me?
M: Why, have you been naughty?
C: No M, purely educational.
M: Fine with me. Wish I could be there to watch.

“See, I told you she’d be alright with it. Now, you’re going to want to make sure she doesn’t squirm away, so grab me around the waist and pin my hip to yours, OK?”

“Like this?” Jo had me in her grip.

“Yep. You want to make sure that her ass is within easy reach, so you can lay a good one on her, but you also want her to be comfortable.”

“I don’t get it, Charlotte. My girlfriend wants me to smack her bottom, and you’re telling me she needs to be comfortable while I do it?”

“You want her mind completely focused on your hand as it contacts her ass, and not distracted by something like the edge of the desk digging into her hip bone, OK? Trust me, she’ll appreciate the extra effort.”

“Perfect. Now give me a swat.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Give me a swat, Jo. Trust me.”

The whole situation started this morning, when I got a frantic text from Jo.

J: Are we still on for coffee today?
C: I’ll try. Really busy, though.
J: Please, Charlotte. It’s important.
C: OK, I’ll be there.

I drummed my fingers on the counter as I waited for my latte to come up. I was half thinking that when Jo showed up, she was going to tell me that Jeremy was back. That’s how I met Detective Diamond in the first place. She was the one who helped me work through my stalker situation last spring. Last I heard though, Jeremy had been expelled from school and moved back home, several states away. Still, I was nervous. I had no desire to go through that hell again.

“Hey Jo, what’s up?” I asked, as she set her cup on the table and pulled out the chair across from me.

“I need some advice, Charlotte.”

I felt my shoulders slacken. “Good,” I sighed, “I thought maybe this was a professional call and that he was back.”

“Oh god no, Charlotte. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about that. Some friend I am, huh?”

“It’s OK, Jo,” I assured her. “So, what can I help you with?”

“It’s kind of a personal question. It’s about Tina. She — she wants me to spank her.”

“No. I chickened out. She said it was OK, but I’m afraid she’s disappointed on some level. I really want to give her what she wants, but I don’t know if I can. I don’t think I even know how.”

I snickered a little. I know it was immature of me, but for some reason I found the idea of this conversation rather humorous. I mean, I’ve never been hung up on the idea of a good spanking, in fact I rather enjoy them. But poor Jo, I could see she was really having a tough time with this.

“Sorry, Jo,” I said, “I don’t mean to make light of your situation. Listen, are you sure you want to talk about this here?”

Jo glanced around. “Probably not. Can we head over to my office? If you’ve got time.”

“For you, Jo? Sure.”

It was a brisk walk over to the campus police office, but the color of the leaves and the crispness of the air made it worthwhile. “I love this time of year,” I said, making small talk as we trekked onward. “I just wish it wasn’t followed by winter.”

“I thought you’d be looking forward to the end of autumn. You’re graduating after fall semester, aren’t you?”

“Yep. Still no solid job leads though. I’m probably doomed to give piano lessons to six-year-olds for the rest of my life.”

“You’re very talented, Charlotte. You’ll find something,” Jo assured me, as we walked through the door and into warmth of the building. I flashed her a smile in return. We were being discrete, so our original topic of conversation didn’t really start up again until we were safely inside Jo’s office with the door shut.

“So, did Tina say what kind of spanking she needs?” I asked.

“There’s more than one? I am so doomed.” Jo was exasperated. I’d never seen her so wound up like this.

“Relax, Jo. Does she want you to punish her for something?”

“She never really said anything about punishment.” Jo looked at me with concern. “Oh my god, Charlotte, is that what Natasha does to you?”

“No, not anymore,” I assured her. “We’re on a reward-based system now.” I leaned back in my chair. A dreamy smile began to form on my lips, as thoughts of the most recent reward danced through my mind.

“I really didn’t need that image in my head, Charlotte,” Jo teased, interrupting my visions of Mistress with her fingers in my pie.

“You’re the one who asked me here to talk about spankings,” I reminded her.

“Alright, alright. So, it’s this bad cop fantasy she’s been having …”

“Let me guess, you’re the cop.”

“And bad cop Jo spanks naughty Tina? Sounds like fun.”

“I guess.” Jo didn’t sound too convinced.

“Trust me, it’ll be fun. You just need to get her turned on first — and I mean really turned on — the more aroused she is, the better it will feel. So whatever it is you guys do to get her hot, do a lot of that. Afterwards, she’ll be begging you to turn her ass pink.”

“I — I’m not sure if I can do it, Charlotte. I mean … I’m pretty sure she’s the one, ya know. I don’t want to hurt her. I love her.”

“Hey, Mistress loves me, and I love her, but I still get off on her covering my ass in pink hand-prints from time to time.”

“But — but, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Hell yeah it hurts, but it’s a good hurt, ya know? Gets my endorphins all revved up. And I know Mistress likes it. She says that hearing the crack of her hand against my skin, and feeling that tingle on her palm — well, let’s just say it gives her quite a rush. It’s definitely a win-win for us.” Jo stared at me, her brow furrowed. “Jo, listen,” I continued. “You like spicy food, right?”

“Sure … Wait, are you trying to tell me that spanking Tina is going to be like eating spicy food?”

“Yeah, pretty much, except the sting will be on her ass instead of in her mouth. Then you can spend the rest of your night rubbing it and making her feel better. Maybe even get your tongue in there and …”

“Charlotte, please!”

“Sorry, Jo. You know I like kinky stuff. So, did Tina mention if she wanted it over the knee, bent over the couch, something else?”

“We had just gotten back to my place after a few drinks. So we were having trouble keeping our hands off of each other, if you know what I mean.”

“Anyway, she starts telling me about this fantasy where she’s been a very, very bad girl.”

I snickered. “Seriously? I thought that only happened in porn.”

“So, she told me she was a suspect in a crime, and that I arrested her, and I took her back to my office and …”

“OK, got it,” I interrupted. “Sounds like a classic bend over and grab the desk spanking to me.”

“You have names for these?” Jo said, looking a bit distraught. “Oh, why does that not surprise me? I’m really not up on this stuff at all, am I?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you grab the desk, and I’ll explain over the knee. Over the knee is very intimate, and Tina will probably really enjoy it, but I’m not sure I’d be comfortable demonstrating it for you. I mean, I like you Jo, but not in that way, OK?”

“Totally understand. Thanks for helping me with this by the way. I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, that’s what friends for, right?” I gave Jo a wink, and watched as she shivered just a little.

“Goodnight, Tina. Have a great weekend.”

“Goodnight, guys. You too.” I was just putting on my coat when Jo came by to pick me up. We had agreed to go out tonight, but as usual with Jo, plans were pretty loose.

“Hey, babe,” she said, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Hey yourself,” I answered.

“Is that a new skirt? Looks good on you.”

“Thanks. It’s wool. Keeps me nice and toasty in this drafty old building.”

Jo leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Does great things for your butt, too.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her hand moving in to give me a squeeze. I elbowed her in the ribs before she got the chance. She just grinned, totally unfazed.

“Listen babe, I was hoping I might be able to talk you into coming over tonight. Maybe sweeten the deal by taking you to dinner first.”

I smiled. “Maybe you could take me to that new Asian-Middle Eastern Fusion restaurant.”

“Yeah, that’s the one. I’ve been dying to try it ever since they opened.”

“Sure thing,” she said, and kissed me again. “And you really do look nice in that skirt. I wasn’t just making an excuse to grab your butt.”

“Try to keep your hands to yourself until we’re alone, OK?” I insisted. Jo gave me a pout, but I knew she was just putting on a show. As much as she liked to play the part of the sex-starved girlfriend, she really was just a big teddy bear at heart. That’s what I loved about her.

The restaurant I had chosen was close to campus, so it didn’t take us long to get there on foot. It was geared toward the college crowd, so nothing fancy, but rumor had it that the food was excellent. We grabbed our trays and found a couple of empty stools by the window. From there we could enjoy our dinner while gazing out upon the masses of humanity, all bundled up, shuffling home for the evening.

“So yeah, he actually crawled into the dryer and passed out,” Jo was saying. She always had a few good drunken college student stories for conversation starters. Said it was one of the perks of her job. “The only reason we found out is because his friends were being obnoxious and pestering people for quarters.”

“Good thing they didn’t find any.”

“Yeah, maintenance would’ve just loved that,” Jo said. “Clean up in aisle three!” We both grinned.

“Oh, I’m so glad we’re past that stage of our lives,” I remarked, and turned my gaze to her plate. “Hey, can I try a bite of yours? You can have some of mine.”

“General Mustafa Chicken, babe. Not for the feint of heart.”

“I can handle it,” I insisted.

Jo watched me as I chewed, looking mildly amused. Holy crap, this was spicy! A pause hung between us for a moment as I struggled with the flames in my mouth. I wasn’t planning to give her the satisfaction of ‘I told you so’, but …

“Water!” I finally gasped. Jo handed me a cup and I gulped at it.

She was grinning. “Better stick to your tofukebabs and leave the dangerous stuff to the professionals.”

“How do you even eat that?” I asked. Jo just shrugged.

I took another long sip and held it in my mouth for a few seconds, waiting for the fire to die down.

“So, I had the dream again,” I said.

“And what did you do to get in trouble this time?”

“I don’t know, it varies. But it always ends up the same. You frisk me …”

She turned to me and whispered, “Frisk you how?”

“Oh, you’re very thorough,” I whisper in return. “You have me pressed up against the wall, and you’re very close to me.” I leaned into Jo, my lips mere inches from her ear. “Close enough that I feel your breath on the back of my neck.”

I watched as Jo shuddered. It wasn’t easy provoking that kind of reaction from her — to unhinge the always-in-control Detective Diamond — I felt rather proud of myself. “Sometimes you tell me to put my hands behind my head,” I continued. “Other times you have my palms pressed up on the wall. You always insist that you’re going to find what it is that you’re looking for, it’s only a matter of time.”