Iron & Maiden

When a friendship between women lasts for more than twenty years, it's customary for them to continue having sleepovers, but for adults. Watching movies and talking while drinking wine, preferably white. This is the case with Fabiana Marcell and Alexandra Oshun. Friends since they were six years old, despite the adversities in their lives, they managed to stay friends.

"How's family, dear?" Alexandra asked.

"We plan keep living in Brazil, so I'm looking for a new job. Being a personal trainer ain't very well paid. Even less so when you have a daughter. You have no idea”. replied Fabiana.

Fabiana and Alexandra are two women with completely different backgrounds. Their friendship was partly due to being the only two people of color in their school back in the years. But their profiles couldn't be more different. Fabiana is slender and even somewhat muscular, with thick legs, a triangular back, and well-defined arms. Obviously, her most notable feature was her well-formed rear. Makes sense, considering she had been captain of various sports teams since childhood, such as hockey and soccer.

At the time, she was the sports star of her school. Because she was in such a prominent position, she had earned the envy and mistreatment of some classmates. Fabiana and Alexandra had decided to support and defend each other in that hostile environment. Now they remembered those years like an ex-convict recalling prison. Despite the nostalgia, they couldn't help but be grateful for having gotten out of there.

"All right, love. I don't think ya know why I was so excited to bring you here. I have a surprise for you”.

"Tell me, girl! I don't see that ring”.

"And you won't. You gave up on love easily, but I plan to stay in the market. If anyone wants these”, she grabbed her two large boobs, "they better offer some good shit”.

"That's ma girl! So… what's the surprise?"

"Relax, relax. You'll find out later. Let's keep drinking and talking about those years. Do you remember that boy you dated in the last year?"

They continued talking for hours.

Fabiana looked at Alexandra with confusion, waiting for the "surprise" to show up. The apartment already had four bottles on the floor, as well as pizza boxes and other trash. By accident, Fabiana spilled a stream of red wine on the couch.

"I'm sorry. Get me a damp cloth or it won't come out”.

"Don't bother, dear. Let's have the service clean it”.

"Since when you hire a cleaning service? But don't wait until morning; a stain like this costs a lot to remove”.

"I insist! Besides, the service is still working at this time of night. Maid! You'll love this…"

Alexandra clapped twice. Fabiana watched her, confused, thinking she was just too drunk. From the back of the room, behind a door, a voice that seemed feminine, though it sounded falsetto, could be heard.

"I think we should clean up after the guests leave!"

"Nonsense, hurry before the stain dries”.

Fabiana almost spat out all the wine in her mouth when she saw that picturesque image in front of her. The tall and muscular Spencer, her high school ex-boyfriend whom she had hated for years, dressed in a black and white maid's dress. Black stilettos, a cute lace bow, high heels, even the maid's tiara and a tiny feather duster in his hands. The dress was made up of ruffles and fine white details, such as on his white apron or on the edges of the strapless corset.

Just as she finished processing this image, Fabiana burst into laughter. Spencer looked at the floor, crestfallen and embarrassed, maintaining a slightly effeminate posture.

"Look at that! Spencer Pellegrini. The manliest man in high school. You look great like that! I'm glad to see you finally found a vocation. What's with this spectacle? You gay now or short on cash?"

"I'm not poor or gay”, he replied angrily. "Where's the stain I need to clean?"

"What? Don't remember me? Fabiana?" She had approached him, looking at every detail of his humiliating dress. She couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember ever meeting you, miss”.

"Sure" Fabiana sarcastically responded.

"We can verify what he says, dear", Alexandra spoke from a corner, swirling her wine glass. She snapped her fingers three times, and immediately Spencer dropped his head on his shoulders - "You really don't remember, Miss Pellegrini?"

"I –" Spencer took on a monotonous and not very articulate voice to respond – "I do remember. She's Fabiana Marcell. We were a couple for five months in high school. We ended on bad terms and never heard from each other again”.

"Bad terms? That's what the bastard calls it”.

"I –" Spencer was about to continue speaking when Alexandra snapped her fingers again, and Spencer snapped out of it – "I… What happened? What was that, nigger bitch? And how do you even find my ex? What are you? A stalker?"

"A little trick, serves to make you always tell the truth”.

"So, you do remember me. Dope. I'm glad you recognize me, because it must be even more embarrassing for you wearing that dress. I imagine this is Alexandra's doing; it's the first time I've seen someone hypnotized by her. Such talent”.

"I don't find this funny at all…"

"Oh, really? I see it as a perfect irony”.

"I don't know what you're talking about”.

"Do ya want me to make him say it?" Alexandra responded while taking another sip of wine.

"Oh, I have a better idea. Let's make him spit it on his own free will”.

Both women looked at each other with a sinister camaraderie smile that struck terror into Spencer. They ordered him to walk to the balcony of the building. They mocked his effeminate way of walking in heels. Then, they instructed him to put his hands on the railing, arch his lower back, and let his weight fall onto his arms. Nervously, he asked what they were going to do, being put in such a sexualized pose. Alexandra was the first to lift his skirt from behind, revealing his two big round buttocks.

"You have the best view of the city from this balcony, Alex" Fabiana joked as she admired her ex-boyfriend's rear and grabbed it firmly, digging her nails in. "Wait" she chuckled, "are you wearing lingerie panties?"

"She gave it to me with the uniform!"

"I ain't know what’s this bitch talking about”, Alexandra interrupted him. "I think he brought them with him”.

Exposed to the air was Spencer's fat ass, wrapped in delicate black lingerie panties. The girls proceeded to give him a spanking so hard it **** him to stifle a scream.

Fabiana made him the following deal: He wouldn't receive spankings or lashes as long as he answered truthfully whenever she asked questions. Questions obviously aimed at forcing him to admit his past sins.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed with questions. Spencer's round ass was covered in bruises and red marks. He resisted shedding a tear, but the girls didn't tire (nor would they) of asking questions and spanking him.

"So”, Fabiana was already very drunk, and her lack of inhibitions was starting to bring out her worst side, "you always used to tell me I should be more sensual and feminine, right?"

"I would never -" Before Spencer could answer, Alexandra gave him another spanking.

"That I should wear dresses and stuff, remember? You even showed me your porn magazines and told me I should look like those models”.

"Okay! Yes, I was a bit insensitive, but I wanted to help you find your feminine side. You went to our dates wearing a soccer uniform! You embarrassed me!"

"Oh, of course. That's why you started buying me more bitchy clothes, right, rich boy?"

"Yes, I did it for that reason. It was my biggest interest for you to accept your femininity”.

"Even when you did it to get yourself excited?"

"I don't know what you're talking about”, he responded before receiving another spanking that made his eyes widen.

"About a certain dress you bought me”, Fabiana leaned close to his ear to whisper, "And you wanted me to take photos wearing it”.

"I don't know what garment you're talking about. I used to give you gifts all the time”.

"Yes. And I said I ain’t wearing that shit, no matter how much you insisted. But little by little, you pressured me. You wanted to make me feel guilty. You wanted me to feel jealous and inferior to other women. You wanted me to become dependent on you. To worship you like a god. To hate myself. Is this true?"

"I think it's been too long and you're interpreting the story in a way you shouldn't”, he tried to deny before receiving another spanking. "Hey! How can you say if that's true? I didn't…"

"So finally, one day I listened to you! For your birthday, I wore that damn dress and took those damn photos. Tell me about the photos!"

"I don't know about…"

Before he could even respond, Fabiana delivered the hardest spanking yet, resonating throughout Spencer's body. Alexandra had been surprised, even a little scared. She kept a safe distance as her friend continued the interrogation.

"Tell me about the photos!"

"The photos. The photos were pictures of you wearing a maid's dress. And gradually you undressed. In some, you were cleaning the house. In lingerie, topless, there were like twenty photos. Until finally, some photos with no clothes. Naked. With your face. Front and back…"

"And who leaked those photos?"

There was silence on the balcony.

"I did. I leaked those photos. Even when we hadn't broken up yet”.

Until that date, Fabiana had never received an acknowledgment of guilt from Spencer. The woman, with all her muscle and authority, stepped back and showed her back to contain some tears. When she regained her voice, she addressed him again.

"Do you have any idea what that meant to me? How difficult it is for a black woman to gain any authority in this state full of misogynists and racists. For an idiot like you to humiliate me like that! Dressing me up as a maid, going against everything I stood for. Being the '****' of the wealthy white boy. But you wouldn't understand that”.

Alexandra held her after those words and led her inside. Spencer was left on the balcony, surrounded by the cold of the night. With his ass exposed, still leaning on the railing. No one knows what Alexandra said to Fabiana inside. But after a few minutes of conversation, Alex opened the door for Spencer and asked him to come in. She left them alone, leaving the apartment to let them talk. Alexandra went for coffee at the gas station downstairs, and the ex-couple faced each other.

They looked at each other. Both holding back tears that couldn't come out for the sake of not damaging their egos. Fabiana was the first to speak.

"When I took those photos, I did it out of love. I can regret being with an abusive idiot, but I won't regret the love I gave”.

Spencer remained silent. When he wanted to respond, Fabiana put her hand on his lips.

"I don't care to hear what happened from your point of view. You talk a lot of shit and never let others speak, so you're incapable of knowing what they think or feel. What you did to me in the past no longer has power over me. I'm not that person anymore, so I ain’t no even entitled to ****”.

Spencer didn't speak anymore; he remained silent. They shared that silence. Flowers grow in silence.

"Thank you”.

Spencer was the first to say those words, to Fabiana's surprise.

"Thank you”, he continued, "for showing me that love as the partner you were. And I won't justify my actions, because justifying them won't erase your pain. But I want you to know that I've always regretted doing those things, even when I didn't want to show it. I won't say that I regret losing you. The truth is, I never loved you. My love belonged to someone else at that time. But I regret hurting you so unfairly”.

Silence took over the room again. Fabiana clapped three times. Spencer lost consciousness, standing with his eyes open, his head resting on his chest.

"Are you telling me the truth? Now that I know you can't lie, I want to know”.

"It's the truth”.

She applauded three times again, and Spencer regained consciousness. Fabiana gently slapped Spencer's cheek with her palm. As a farewell, she headed to the door.

"I think I've had my fun with you, white boy. I hope this 'intensive therapy' serves you in some way; you still have time to mature. And… talk to me. I won't take offense if you send me a message now and then”.

She closed the door. Spencer stood there, confused, but with a good feeling in his body. As if something inside him had healed. He made a faint smile, but it didn't last long, because Fabiana immediately came back in.

"Y’know what? I'll leave you alone, but first, I gonna even the score. Stand against the wall, we gonna recreate that maid photo shoot”.

Spencer begged for mercy, but it was in vain. For the next hour, Spencer posed in front of Fabiana's latest model cell phone. The woman laughed with good humor as she gave him orders on how to pose. They took exactly the same twenty photos. With Spencer in feminine poses, dressed as an adorable maid. Washing dishes and clothes. Carrying a tray of food while subtly showing off his ass in lingerie panties. Slowly, he took off the dress and took the other photos in underwear.

"I wonder how ya old friends would react if they saw you wearing that black thong"

"Shut up!"

"Now comes the last dish. Come on! Take it off and let's see that dick hanging”.

"I think we've had enough!"

Spencer refused to take off the panties, so an eager Fabiana approached to pull them down. A smile on her face. It didn't take her so long to see that ridiculous sight and burst into laughter.

"Look at that baby sausage!" she laughed uncontrollably, while Spencer maintained a slightly annoyed expression. "It's so tiny. I can't believe it; I've never seen anything so small. How big is it?"

"I didn't measure it…"

"Do you want me to make you tell the truth again, little boy?" she raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Five. Five centimeters”.

"That explains why you never wanted to have sex! And to think you used to talk about fucking after we got married! This makes much more sense”.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter from Fabiana, who continued to make jokes about Spencer's tiny winner. It was until six in the morning that they stopped the session because Fabiana had to catch her flight back. The photos were posted on an online **** porn forum. There, Spencer received some extra teasing, although Fabiana had the prudence to blur his face. Indeed, Spencer had settled a debt, but he still had a much bigger one to settle.