The Descent Chapter 4 (Patreon)

After their little adventure, Julie started coming around Karen’s apartment more often. There were no other major incidents, and although neither of them mentioned either of Karen’s “accidents” or what had happened afterword, it hung in the air between them, unspoken.

    Well, maybe not quite ‘unspoken’; Julie had definitely taken the lead in the relationship, and she would subtly needle Karen about her accidents, the spanking, and the sexual encounter that followed. When they watched TV together, Julie would often nudge Karen and point to the characters on the screen, informing her that such behavior on her part would result in a firm spanking. Karen would blush and giggle nervously, only to stop when she realized Julie wasn’t joking.

    If they were eating dinner, Julie would remark to Karen to be careful she didn’t have any “accidents” when they were finished, causing the older woman much embarrassment. She had even threatened to implement “panty inspections”-- and she promised Karen if she found stains of any kind, a spanking would be the least of her worries.

    Sometimes she would even swat Karen’s bottom for perceived slights—not a friendly love pat, but a full on  smack, often followed by a warning such as “watch yourself, missy, or I’ll turn you over my knee again,” which never failed to make Karen blush, especially if they weren’t alone.  

    Though they never spoke of it, Karen thought about that day constantly, fantasized about it. Though the spanking had hurt at the time (and though it was nearly a week before she could sit comfortably again) thinking about how helpless she was, dangling naked over the knee of a girl 10 years younger than herself, made her so horny.

    So much so, she hadn’t had an “accident” in weeks. Partially because she’d been spending most of her evenings with Julie, but mostly because she hadn’t had to—the buzz she’d gotten from the last one was enough to sustain her.

    And it was vexing Julie.

    What Karen didn’t know was that the incident had gotten under Julie’s skin as well—she lay awake at night thinking about hauling Karen over her lap and spanking her bare bottom like a toddler and the power that she felt. Karen was soft. Beneath her tough façade, the sexy business woman was desperate to submit, and Julie knew she could push her even further. Eventually she decided that if Karen wasn’t going to take the next step forward of her own volition, she’d have to give her a push.

    They went to dinner and a movie—“a date,” Julie called it, grinning as Karen blushed. At the restaurant, she waited for Karen to excuse herself to the ladies room before she added something special to her coffee…

    During the movie, Karen felt Julie reach over, her small, warm hand enfolding hers. She quivered inside, looking over to see the girl smiling at her with those teasing, foxy eyes. She leaned in close, her hot, moist breath on her neck making Karen shiver. “I have a feeling,” Julie whispered seductively, “that I’m going to be spanking your bare bottom again before tonight is over.”

    Karen’s mouth went dry. She pulled back to look into Julie’s eyes and found total confidence.  The girl turned back to watch the movie, and Karen slowly followed suit. Julie’s hand was still wrapped around her own—between that and her proclamation, Karen found herself unable to focus on the movie. The idea of a spanking made her nervous—and aroused. She tried not to picture herself stretched out across Julie’s firm thighs, all squirming and nude, squealing as the girl blistered her bare rump. The movie slowed to glacial pace.

    But her squirming had just begun—in the final 20 minutes of the film, Karen felt her bowels beginning to gurgle and constrict. She squirmed in her seat and ignored it, thinking it was simply the result of their large dinner and would soon pass. To her mounting concern, however, Karen soon realized that not only was the urge not passing, it was actually getting stronger, and by the time they got to the ending, she was getting desperate—she could feel the weight and bulk inside her. She squirmed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, clenching her derrière tightly, and pressing it down into the seat with all her weight. Her face was flushed, and she was starting to sweat. Julie leaned over and whispered sharply: “Karen, you’re squirming around like a two year old—do you want me to swat your bottom?”

    “I hafta go to the bathroom.” Karen protested, embarrassed when she realized what a whiney little brat she sounded like. She started to rise, but Julie fixed her with a stern look. She extended a leg, effectively trapping her.  

    “Where do you think you’re going?”

    “Julie, I gotta go…” she whined as loudly as she dared.

    “Don’t be ridiculous or I’ll tan your tail right here! Sit down and keep still—you’re a grown woman, for heaven’s sake! The movie’s almost over, anyway…”

    Blushing, Karen sank to her seat, praying that nobody had seen or heard what had just transpired.

    Sweating and squirming, she sucked in deep breaths and tried to focus on the movie—or at least something other than the burbling monster in her bowels. She looked over at Julie, who watched the movie without paying her companion any mind, a small, self-satisfied smirk on her face.

    Involuntarily, Karen let out a noisy fart. She blushed, knowing that the movie was loud enough to drown out the noise. But she turned to see Julie staring at her sternly. “You’re getting a panty check when we get home, Karen,” she admonished, “and I don’t think you want to find out what’s going to happen if you haven’t kept them clean,” she said, barely maintaining a straight face as Karen when from blushing to white as a ghost. She spent the rest of the movie squirming uncomfortable in her cushy seat, trying unsuccessfully to stifle her farts. A couple she was able to mostly muffle by pressing her plump bottom into the plush cushion, but a couple were definitely audible, and Julie fixed her with a cross look every time the telltale noise emerged, crinkling her nose and making catty comments.

    Finally, the movie came to an end. Karen was on her feet before the house-lights went up. She allowed herself a smile— her torment was nearly at an end!

    But before she could make her run , Julie rose and took her hand firmly, lacing her fingers between Karen’s and squeezing tightly. She anchored Karen, preventing her from making the run to the ladies room she desired so badly she couldn’t think of one thing she wouldn’t trade to have it.

    Julie, on the other hand, was in absolutely no rush. She rose slowly, taking a long moment to gather her coat and purse and check around to see if she had missed anything. Finally she rose. “Let’s go,” she said firmly, dragging Karen along behind her like an errant child.

    In the lobby, Karen made a pull toward the ladies room, but Julie thwarted her by tightening her grip on Karen’s hand and clucking in a low voice: “No no, little one; we’re going this way…”

    “But Julie…!” Karen whined, trying to keep her voice down.

    “No buts, Karen,” Julie said firmly, swatting Karen’s bottom for emphasis. Karen squawked —she was sure someone must’ve seen that. Blushing, she followed Julie toward the parking lot as quickly as she could—she was wadding from clenching her ass so tightly, and it was making her unsteady on her high heels. She emitted a quiet, bubbly fart and gasped… she was sure she’s felt a spurt of wetness between her butt cheeks on that one. Her ass crack started to itch, and she tried unsuccessfully to scratch it through her skirt.

    Finally they made it out to the car. Karen yelped as Julie ushered her into the passenger’s seat with another swat on her unprotected tushy.  

    They were instantly caught in I the post-movie traffic. Julie looked out coolly at the traffic in front of them… she didn’t have anywhere to go, nor was there anyplace she’d rather be.

    Karen sat next to her, sweating, nervous. Inside, her bowels, stimulated by Julie’s laxative, were doing the cha-cha—her colon was full, her anus struggled to contain the raging storm inside of her. A steady stream of flatulence was emanating uncontrollably, accompanied by a wide range of wet, nasty, and at time seemingly inhuman noises. “God Karen… did something crawl up your asshole and die?” Julie demanded, covering her nose and rolling down the window. Karen just looked at her  

    “Julie, I really have to go!”

    “I’ll say,” Julie responded, fanning her face dramatically.

    Karen blushed furiously. “Can we please just look for somewhere to stop?”

    “Hmm… I’ll think about it,” she laughed.

     “Julie, please… I think I’m gonna shit myself!”

    “OK, fine—I’ll get us home, don’t worry.  The traffic’s starting to break up anyway,” she soothed, accelerating.  Soon they were clipping along, but Karen was starting to panic… she was getting to the limits of her control.

    “Julie, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on!”

    “Karen,” said Julie with a bemused smile, “I think we’ve got bigger problems right now.”

    Flashing red lights swam through the back window, accompanied by a police siren…