Barbara let a few days pass before going to visit her friend Madge, the family where I had screwed up at the cocktail party. She and Madge were close, but Barb did have a bit of fear that the relationship was strained due to my mess-up.

Walking down the street just before noon, Barbara knocked on Madge’s door. Since the car was in the driveway., she knew Madge would be home.

“Hi Barbara,” said Madge, as she opened the door. “Come on in and have some tea.” Madge smiled and Barb walked past her into the foyer of their home, and then over to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Madge sat on a side chair next to her.

“Thanks, Madge,” responded Barbara. “Just came by to say how sorry we are about the scene the other evening. He drank too much, as he has been lately, so I took him home to crash before he managed to piss off the whole neighborhood.”

“No problem, dear,” responded Madge. “We all know it has been tough for you two over the past couple of months, so please do not feel in any way we think less of you both. I hope Jack returns to work soon, so he can feel a bit more comfortable.”

“Thanks, Madge,” offered Barb with a smile. “When we arrived home, I was wild, I was so pissed off. Sent him to bed right away.”

“You did?” Madge asked. “And he did what you told him to do without a fight?”

“Well, not exactly, “answered Barbara. “Let’s just say he took my advice as the better part of valor. He knew how upset I was and got the message.”

Madge’s eyebrows rose and she imagined much more to the story. Then, she said, “So, just between us girls, how did you make that happen, Barbara?”

“Well, ah, that is,” Barbara hesitated, “You see, ah, he was, ah, pretty high by the time we got home. I encouraged, ah, him to go upstairs, and uh, go to bed.”

“Your saying northing tells volumes, my friend. What is the truth here? If you are too embarrassed to tell me, that’s OK. I will understand.”

“Oh, Madge, it’s not that, answered Barbara. “I was so pissed off, I yelled and screamed when we got home. I just wanted him out of my sight. He went up the stairs to our bedroom, and I followed a bit later.”

“All the way home,” continued Barbara, “I thought about what he had done to ruin your party and decided he needed to be responsible for once on his actions. I remembered back to a long discussion his mother and I had just before we were married, and what she used to do when he screwed up.”

“And that was?” asked Madge, with a sound of excitement. “Tell me, I can’t wait much longer.”

“Well, oh this is so, ah, embarrassing,” answered Barbara. “I just don’t know.”

“Your secret is safe with me dearie,” offered Madge. “It will be just between us.”

“Oh well, okay, I guess,” said Barbara. “His mother gave me some things before we were married, as a keepsake, and I decided to use them to punish Jack for his behavior.”

“And?” said Madge, even more, intrigued.

“Well, ah, it was a wide belt from his father and a big, red rubber enema bag. She often used it on Jack when he was young to punish him. I spanked his ass red and gave him a big, hot, soapy enema with her stuff. He was crying like a baby at the end of it.”

“Oh, my God,” responded Madge. “You actually got him to accept that?”

“I did, and told him it would happen every time he pulled the same thing from now on.”

“Wow,” answered Madge. “Wish I could do that to my guy. He would never stand for it.”

“You never know until you try, and in the right circumstances,” offered Barbara.

“I just do not know what to say, lady,” said Madge. “It sounds so serious, so erotic. Do you think you will have to do it again?”

“Hope not,” said Barbara. “If it does, he knows now what will happen.”

Madge came over to sit next to Barbara, then put her arm around her friend. “All I can say is WOW!” said Madge. “How did you feel as all this was happening?”

“Actually, got a bit of a rush,” answered Barbara. “Never thought of myself as particularly dominant, but the feeling this time gave me a new outlook, I think.”

“Really,” that is so powerful,” responded Madge. “I could never do the same things. Like your husband, I got punished as a kid, and you probably did to, perhaps not in the same way. I just sort of got submissive to my mother during my punishments. I let them happen.”

“Everyone is different, Madge,” said Barbara, “and every circumstance is different. Sometimes, you just go over the wall in feelings and things happen.”

“Probably true, probably true,” answered Madge, her eyes looking down as if she were very embarrassed.

Barbara caught her change in composure, and asked, “What about you, Madge? What were your usual punishments from your mom?”

“Oh,” answered Madge, “Just sort of run-of-the-mill things. Nothing spectacular.”

“Like what,” asked Barbara again.

“Oh, she did like to spank me, sometimes hard. She never let my dad punish me, just her. She would take me to her room, and put me over her lap, pull down my panties, and redden my ass. Happened a lot until I was, I guess about 14 or 15.”

“That was pretty close to me as well, said Barbara, trying to see if there was more conversation to come.

“Sometimes,” added Madge, “I even did something to get her to punish me. I knew she loved me, and, as an only child, she was all I had. We had no other relatives close by.” Barbara could see a couple of tears welling in Madge’s eyes, and turned to put her own around Madge, intertwining the two of them.

Madge put her head against Barbara’s neck, and the two women sat there quietly for a few moments, saying nothing. Then Madge leaned over and kissed Barbara on the cheek, saying, “I love you, my dearest friend in the world. Always be my friend.” Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and Barbara knew something had happened in their relationship.

“I will always be here for you, Madge,” came her reply. “Friends are always friends.”

Madge looked over at Barbara, drew close to her left ear, and whispered, “Would you give me a spanking? I need one so much.”

Barbara looked into Madge’s eyes, and answered, “Of course, if that is what you need.” Barbara still had her arm behind Madge, but now used it to help Madge get positioned over Barbara’s lap. Once Madge was in place, Barbara lifted Madge’s skirt, pulled down her panties, and locked her leg behind Madge’s to keep her in place.

At first, Barbara tried to give gentle slaps, but it was quickly clear that Madge was getting excited from the slaps, and they grew stronger and harder. Madge’s ass began to redden, and she started to move around a bit on Barbara’s lap. The spanking went on for nearly five minutes when Madge suddenly began to buck on Barbara’s lap, clearly in the throes of an orgasm.

“Let yourself go,” whispered Barbara to her friend. “Sometimes you let things happen as they want to happen. Enjoy.” Madge shook a bit then went limp. Barbara moved her own leg to free up Madge, then brought her up from her lap and hugged her closely for a few moments.

Finally, Madge sat back up, looked at Barbara, and whispered, “I don’t know what came into me, Barbara.”

“You had a need, and expressed it,” Barbara answered. “Friends take care of friends. There is no embarrassment there. You had a need and I helped. Now, we both have secrets to keep.”

“Oh, thank you, my dear,” answered Madge. “I’m a bit older than you, but not much. You are truly my dearest friend.”

“Now, wipe away those tears, Madge, and let’s get back to our tea, shall we?” said Barbara.

Madge took a kerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes, turning and smiling to Barbara, then saying, “Thank God I didn’t need an enema. Don’t know what I would have done then.”

“Well, if you ever do, you come to me,” responded Barbara, again hugging her friend.