Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014 -

Chi Delta... Spank!

by Paris Annette Morreau
Published: Jun 20, 2014
Words: 31,080
Category: femdom, lesbian
Orientation: F/F
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The Bet

"You are wrong, Miss 'Know-It All'. It was Harold Robbins," Darla told April.

The discussion among the staff at the law firm of Grant and St. John was about the authorship of the book Sons and Lovers. April, a legal assistant to one of the senior partners, stated positively that the writer was D.H. Lawrence. Darla, much younger at 19, who managed all of the photocopying in the firm, insisted it wasn't.

"What do you want to bet I'm right?" Darla asked.

"I'm not going to bet you anything," April said, "because I know you won't go through with your end of the deal when you realize I've won. I've seen you refuse to honor your bets too many times."

April was a stunning, intelligent young woman with flowing auburn hair and green eyes. She got along with everyone whether she liked them or not and was considered the calm voice of reason, often settling disputes among her co-workers. Although she liked Darla, she knew the girl was spoiled and temperamental. She was famous for her bets, most of which she lost and never honored, insisting each time that she had been misunderstood or the results could not be conclusively proved. If a bet was made, April was going to see to it that this time Darla kept her end of the deal.

"I will too go through with it," Darla whined. "I promise. In front of all of these witnesses," said Darla, pointing to her co-workers. "I promise I will keep my end of the bargain if I lose. The real reason you won't bet, Miss Know-It-All, is because you know you're going to lose and when you do, everyone else will know it, too. You're just a big scaredy cat."

Darla, a petite girl with big, floppy blond curls framing her little heart-shaped face, had huge blue eyes the color of cornflowers that clearly displayed her naiveté. She did her work well, but whined or pouted when things did not go her way, which was often. She'd stamp her foot and pout, her floppy curls bouncing all over her head as she stomped around the copying room. To most of the male members of the firm, she looked absolutely adorable, but to April, she was just a spoiled little girl who needed a good spanking.

"Okay," April agreed, "if you're willing to promise that you will go through with this, I'm willing to make a bet with you. Are you sure you don't want to think about it first?"

"No!" Darla said sharply. "I don't have to think about it. There is only one book with that title and I know it was written by Harold Robbins. I'm right and you're wrong and you can't stand it."

"All right. If you are absolutely certain you want to go through with this, I'll take you on. What do you want if you win?" April asked.