BUYING THE SLAPPER
“SHALP-APAP” the sex toy slapper said as it bounced off Tammy’s right palm.
“Fuck that hurts,” she said and again “SHALP-APAP” she struck her palm with the leather ends as the sting ran up her arm and connected directly to her nipples.
“The fucking sound; good fucking Christ!” Barb said, her almond eyes drilled on her best friend sitting across from her.
“That’s the loudest one yet,” she added watching Tammy lift and play with the handle and two straps. Though there was a paddle, two crops and a flogger between the two women, Barb and Tammy had come to the edge of their chairs then, both acutely aware of the instrument in Tammy’s hand.
“Is that what he wants, you think?” Barb asked, trying like all hell to look her friend in the eye. Tammy dipped the slapper then flicked it up real quick, it flumped the air with an almost muted cutting sound: “SHAUMP PA”.
“Jesus, this sex toy is mean,” Tammy said, but she was wearing a deep crooked smile across her tan face and her big green eyes were wide.
“He said he wanted you to really beat his ass,” Barb reminded her friend. “I mean Billy said that, right?”
“Yeah, he said he had always fantasized about a woman really doing that to him,” Tammy said, not taking her eyes off the serpent-like instrument she played through the air. “He said no woman has ever had the guts to really beat his butt hard.”
“I couldn’t do it,” Barb said.
“I’m not sure I can, either…” and here Tammy sliced the air again as the two pieces of leather, connected at the handle, slapped into each other with a tight “SH SHNAP”.
“God that sounds wild,” Barb exclaimed, both women bounced their perky butts and the salesgirl with the two eye-lid piercing and the stud under her lip came into the backroom.
“Once a customer sees this sex toy they hardly ever go for anything else,” the pretty girl said as both women looked up embarrassed.
“He’s getting out of the shower now,” Tammy said.
“Does he have any idea?” Barb asked as low as she could. Her last table had just ordered dessert and it was pretty quiet in the café, but still she wasn’t supposed to be taking on her cell during a shift.
“No, beyond that I’m sleeping over on a weeknight, nah he doesn’t suspect,” Tammy said as she heard Billy whistling to himself, obviously almost done drying now.
“Girl you so got to tell me…”
“Gotta go!” Tammy suddenly said and hung up.
“What’s up?” Billy said emerging from the steam filled bathroom behind him. “Everything ok?”
“Yeah just Barb.”
“You got off kinda quick,” he said, smiling.
Taking six steps he managed to the bed and lie down next to Tammy, all without losing the towel around his tight waist. Up on his side and one arm, the red haired guy stared hard at his girlfriend, letting the warmth of his shower, the warmth of his pretty petite girlfriend in bed and the warmth of hopeful sexual potential envelope them.
Shit, Tammy was sleeping over on a weeknight, that had to mean he was getting some, Billy thought.
“Well I kinda have a surprise for you and she…”
“A surprise?” the lanky man asked, leaning into his girlfriend then. He kissed Tammy’s mouth twice, then retreating, he said: “That sounds too good to be true.”
“It just might be,” Tammy said, scooted up and added: “Turn over for a sec.”
Billy lay right down again, turning so he was fully flat onto his warm bed sheets. He certainly loved when Tammy got like this, obviously a little more sexually aggressive then she usually was, still he realized his busty girlfriend had probably just bought a new massage oil she wanted to try on him…this was Tammy’s usual soft way of getting them both in the mood (not that Billy needed any inducement). Still, he wished just for once that Tammy would maybe introduce something a little kinkier into the bedroom like a sex toy, maybe fulfill those thoughts he had of a slightly dom girl taking him to task. Billy really had no complaints over the past six months but maybe just this once Tammy might…
“SHALP PAP” the slapper said to the towel across Billy’s little ass.
“Jesus,” he said, turning to face his girlfriend.
He was shocked to see Tammy holding what he knew to be a ‘slapper’ in her hand, the oh-so-effective implement of two short strips of leather joined one over the other in a wooden handle.
“Take off the towel,” Tammy said and Billy gulped.
“SHA PA PA.”
“SHA PA PAT.”
“Urm, ah.”
“SHA PA APPA.”
“Ah ee, Tammy, Tammeee.”
Barb sat at the service bar, the bell-boy Douglas not a foot from her wrangling glasses, while she listened to Tammy swat Billy for all he-or her-was worth. The last thing Barb had heard before the slaps started was Billy assuring her (through Tammy) that since Tammy and Barb had bought the slapper together the least he and Tammy could do was let Barb share in the sounds of the fun.
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