Oops!

It was a few hours later just after dinner and I was in the bedroom on the computer when I heard a crash from downstairs. Without thinking I left the room and went down the hall into the kitchen.

“Ash? You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah I’m fine.” She said with a bit of frustration in her voice. She was on her knees with a dustpan sweeping up what looked like the remnants of one of our plates. “Fuck, I’m so clumsy. Sorry, love.”

“Ah no it’s—” I stopped myself, realizing I was unwittingly about to fall into one of my old habits, a habit that wouldn’t be very dominant of me. Ashley was also giving me a look at the moment like she knew what I was going to say and it was the opposite of what she wanted to hear.

I cleared my throat, trying to get a fresh start on the situation.

“Clean this up, then come to the living room.” I said. My voice was a bit shaky. Giving orders was still something I wasn’t used to, but it was starting to sink in. I just had to remember that this is what Ashley wanted, she made it perfectly clear.

After a few minutes Ashley came down into the living room, holding her hands together in front of her like a child who had done something wrong. I was sitting on the couch and she came and stood in front of me.

“Strip.” I said.

She nodded and swiftly and deftly removed her top and her yoga pants, exposing her naked body to me. I sat and just stared at it for a moment, I would never get sick of seeing it. Her perfect teardrop breasts and soft skin would always remain my favorite view, second only to her smile.

“Get down on all fours in front of me, facing away from me.”

“Yes, love.” She said, doing so. She was doing a good job of looking and sounding like she was guilty, but I could tell just from a brief bite of her lips as she got down on her hands and knees that she was really excited. As it happened, I kind of was too.

I scooted forward to the edge of the couch-cushion, so her amazing, round ass was between my thighs. Without delay I brought my hand up, and sent it down to slap one of her cheeks. A loud smack echoed through the room, followed by a soft squeak from Ashley. Her cheek jiggled a bit in response to my smack, and I saw a red mark start to form on the pale skin. I brought my hand down again, giving the cheek another good strike.

“Mnh.” She let out a bit of a muffled moan this time.

I was now mesmerized by the situation, I couldn’t help but spank her cheek a third time. After hearing her moan again, I felt like I should be saying something.

“How does that feel, Ash?” I asked, in the kind of voice a father might use when disciplining a child. I then brought my hand down again.

“Unf! It stings, love.” She said through gritted teeth.

“Are you going to remember this feeling next time you put away the dishes?” I switch hands, this time using my other to smack her other cheek.

“Yes, love.” She says after another moan.

“You’ll be careful with my dishes from now on, right?” It was a bit strange hearing these things coming from my mouth. It sort of felt like I was acting. I didn’t think of anything in this house as being “mine”, they’ve always just been “ours”.

“I promise.” She replied.

I gave her other cheek a few more hearty smacks before I just couldn’t help myself. Watching her bare ass-cheeks jiggle with each smack, I needed to feel them. After making sure each cheek had the same number of slaps, I reached forward with both of my hands and grabbed two handfuls of assflesh.

She moaned from the sudden squeezing, also probably because her cheeks were now sore. I wasn’t so concerned, after a few seconds of squeezing she began to move her butt back and forth, pushing it further into my hands. As a side-effect of this movement, her ass was also grinding against my crotch.

I suddenly remembered something kind of important.

“Ash, your punishment is over now, sit up on the couch with me. Between my legs.” To accommodate I scooted back as far as I could go on the couch. She nodded and slid up onto the couch with me. Now her back was against my torso and she was sitting between the gap of my thighs as best she could. I could still feel her ass tight against my crotch.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, hugging her to me. She returned the gesture by hugging my arms back. I remembered reading during my research that it was really important to cuddle with a submissive after punishing them, especially physically. Even if they are masochists, it can be damaging to just leave them be after an experience like that.

“Thanks.” She said, smiling over to me. I hadn’t been able to see her face until just this moment, but I did notice that her eyes were a bit watery.

“Oh shit, you okay Ash?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine!” She said, smiling again, “I promise. Obviously, I’d just never done anything like that before and it was honestly a bit scary. But it was amazing. So fucking hot.” There wasn’t any hint of sarcasm in her tone, and she leaned her head back against mine after saying it. I was beginning to realize that maybe this cuddle session was just as important for me as it was for her. It was very calming.

“I really did have a lot of fun with that.” She said after a minute or two. “Wouldn’t mind getting punished more often.”

“Just don’t go breaking things all the time.” I said.

“Aww, but that old china from your mom is so ugly.” She teased and I gave her belly a quick pinch in response, making her twitch a bit and giggle.

I reached up and cupped both of Ashley’s breasts in my hands. Not because I was planning on doing something, it was honestly pretty late and I was kind of tired by now, but just because I could, and I loved the way they felt.

She hummed with delight and leaned back against me a bit more.

“Do you like it when I grope you?” I asked.

“Yeah, feels really good actually. And it’s comforting to know there’s someone out there who loves these things almost as much as me.”

“Almost?”

“Almost.” She repeated with emphasis. “Don’t underestimate how much I love these girls.”

“I’ve known a lot of women who hate their boobs, especially if they’re big.” I kept idly massaging each breast with my fingers and palms as we talked, testing the softness and elasticity of every inch. I had never been given an opportunity to just casually grope Ashley before, and I was enjoying the process of getting to know her assets a little better. It didn’t hurt that her bare ass was still firmly placed against my crotch which was certainly sporting a healthy erection inside my sweatpants.

“Yeah, I’m definitely weird that way. But my boobs have never mistreated me. Maybe gotten in the way a few times, literally and figuratively, but all best friends do every now and then.”

I smiled a bit at the way she was anthropomorphizing them. Wanting to test their weight I cupped them both in my hands and lifted them up, bouncing them up and down a few times. “They feel pretty heavy, how on Earth do you manage not to have back pain, having these hang off of you all day without a bra?”

“Honestly, no idea. Maybe it’s their shape, or the specific density of my back or shoulder muscles. Hell, I’ve wondered for years. The worst I get is at the end of the day the back of my neck gets kinda tense, and I’m constantly feeling their weight, it’s just never painful.”

“Does it run in the family?” I asked as I lightly brushed my fingers along her puffy nipples.

“The boob size or lack of pain?”

“Yes.” I smirked.

I couldn’t see her but I could sense her rolling her eyes at my half-joke. “Well my mom’s boobs are about as big as mine, my younger sister has c-cups, and my big brother obviously doesn’t have any. I don’t know if my mom has back pain because we just never talk about that kind of stuff. I do know that she wears bras, but honestly that could just be tradition more than necessity.”

I had only met Ashley’s mother a few times, and while she was very kind and pleasant, she did seem like a more traditional type. I could believe it was the latter for sure.

“And oddly enough, my sister does have back issues in spite of having much smaller boobs than me. So, I guess you could say I don’t really know if the lack of back pain runs in my family. If it does, my sister really got the shaft there.”

“When did they start growing in, and when did they get as big as they are now?”

“Oh my god they ballooned up almost immediately. They started growing in when I was twelve and by the time I was fourteen they were already this size. Those two years were kind of hellish, they were so sensitive almost every day, and not in the good way.”

“Get stared at a lot as school?”

“Of course I did! I’m pretty sure I had the biggest boobs in my school until the last year of high school. All those hormonal teenagers and these monsters, there was no hope of avoiding wandering eyes. It didn’t really bother me though, I had enough wits to know there wasn’t much I could do about it, and there wasn’t much even they could do about it. I also didn’t really see what the big deal was. So what if they stared at my boobs? It doesn’t hurt me if they look. Now if they touched, they’d have an ass-whooping.”

“Did they?”

“Let’s just say you weren’t the first to experience my ****-kick. Got sent home on time for doing it. I was so worried about getting in trouble, but my dad saluted me and bought me ice cream for sticking up for myself.” Ashley’s dad was an army man, I was terrified of him when I first met him until we both discovered our shared interest in chess.

“Did you love your breasts back then as much as you do now?”

“There was a very brief time when they were first growing in that I disliked them, and not just because of the aforementioned sensitivity. I was the first one on my group of friends who started growing them and I got picked on for a little while for it. Until their boobs grew in, then they conspicuously stopped making fun of me for it.” She chuckled. “After that I started loving them, though. They’re fun to squeeze, and they’re just plain sexy.”

“Do you think you’d still love them as much if you weren’t bisexual?”

Ashley actually paused at this question and brought her finger up to her lips to tap them lightly. “Honestly, that’s a good question. It’s hard to say because I liked boobs even before I knew I liked girls. It wasn’t really a sexual thing until then, though. I’d like to think I would, but I have no idea. I do know that if I didn’t love them. I certainly wouldn’t hate them either. Like I said, they never did any wrong by me.”

There was a moment of silence as we both got lost in thought. “Man, did we really just have a whole conversation about your boobs?”

“I was literally just about to say that.” She laughed. “It was great, though. I’m honestly surprised we haven’t talked about any of that before.” After saying that, Ashley yawned.

“Sounds like we better get to bed.”

“No jammies?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Duh.”