Punishment and Reward

Monica had finally had it with Rachel. Her roommate, absorbed in her love affair with Ross, had been even more lazy than usual about keeping the apartment tidy, and when Monica found a full condom on the bathroom floor her anger burst. She was going to teach Rachel a lesson – a real lesson. She was so mad that she did not pause to consider long term repercussions, just charged to her bedroom, grabbed a scarf, and marched in on Rachel, who was still asleep, in a state of controlled rage.

"Wha-?" said Rachel groggily as she started out of her sleep, but she got no further before the scarf was tied firmly round her mouth. She turned in amazement to see a furious Monica.

"Screams might worry the neighbours," Monica hissed. "Now, a condom on the bathroom floor is the last straw, missy. You are going to be punished, for the idle, messy slut that you are."

To her alarm Rachel realised that Monica really was mad at her, madder than she'd ever been. She tried to speak, but the gag of course prevented her. The bedclothes were pulled off her, and before she knew it she had been hauled out of bed and thrown over Monica's knee, her shorts had been pulled down, and Monica was spanking her very vigorously, as she had not been spanked since childhood. Each blow caused a stinging pain, which grew and spread in her buttocks. She struggled wildly, crying out through the gag, but Monica held her down easily – she really was strong – and rained blows on her. Tears ran from her eyes as the pain increased, but she began to notice that it was actually exciting her, particularly when the blows fell between her two holes, as they sometimes did. Increasingly, she found herself wishing that Monica would keep hitting her there.

It suddenly occurred to her that her hands were free. She pushed the scarf off at precisely the moment when Monica happened to hit her there again, sending an exquisite pang through her. She gasped with pleasure. "Please do that again, Mon," she cried, as the blows returned to her cheeks.

Monica paused, hand in mid-air. By now she too was excited. Spanking Rachel's beautifully rounded ass was a major turn-on. "You mean that?" she growled.

"Oh yes," Rachel moaned. "It's so exciting."

Monica's heart leapt. Was there an actual prospect that what she had secretly wanted for so long would happen? She decided to test Rachel.

"Okay, but get on the floor on all fours," she said gruffly.

Immediately Rachel did this, and stayed there, head hung submissively. After a moment she gave Monica an expectant glance. Monica smiled, knelt behind her, and began to spank more deliberately, though just as hard, at the place which seemed to please Rachel. As the spanking continued and the exquisite pain-pleasure mounted, Rachel began to feel seriously aroused. Her pussy was running wet, her lips were swollen; she desperately wanted something up there. She was past caring that Monica was a woman. She was her friend, and was pleasing her, and she wanted her to go on and do more.

"Oh Mon, please!" she gasped, pushing her hips back at her.

Interested to see how much Rachel would take, Monica stuck a finger up her asshole and made some fucking motions. Rachel cried out in apparent delight, then gasped, "More! More! I want you in my pussy!"

Monica transferred the finger to Rachel's vagina. Rachel cried out in evident joy when she pushed it in.

"Oh God, Mon, give me more," she moaned. "Oh, I wish you had a cock."

Monica realised that her wildest, most fantastic dream could actually come true. "I have something that will do just as well," she said. "Wait there just a moment. Oh, and take your top off; I want to feel all of you."

She removed her finger. Rachel moaned in frustration and pushed back as if trying to grab it, then seemed to accept the situation and started removing her top. Praying that what she wanted was where she thought she had put it last, Monica rushed into her bedroom, blessed her good memory when she found it at once, and hurtled back into Rachel's room, already unfastening her jeans, hoping desperately that Rachel wouldn't have changed her mind. To her relief Rachel was still kneeling there in a submissive posture, now completely naked.

Pushing her jeans below her knees, Monica quickly fastened the simple strap-on she had long ago acquired, and had learned quite well how to use.

"Ooh, do hurry, Mon," Rachel moaned. "Suddenly I want this so much."

"Don't rush me," Monica growled, tightening the straps, "or maybe you won't get it after all."

"Sorry, Mon," Rachel murmured humbly.

Monica kneeled down behind her again, steadied herself with a hand on Rachel's hip, placed the strap-on head at her opening and pushed hard. To her delight, it went in quite easily.

Rachel gave a groan of satisfaction and cried, "Oh yesss, Mon! That's great! Oh do me, do your lazy slut Rachel!"

Finding her friend's submissiveness very exciting, Monica pushed forward, getting the whole length inside Rachel.

"Now let's see if I can't screw you even better than Ross!" she said hoarsely, reaching forward to grasp Rachel's breasts. Their soft fullness excited her even more. She could not resist an urge to handle them a little roughly, pulling and twisting the nipples, but Rachel's moans suggested that she was getting great pleasure from this. Then Monica began to thrust hard.

Her movements against Rachel's sore ass hurt rather, but Rachel found that the pain only added to her enjoyment. She pushed back at Monica and begged her to go harder. Soon she was squeaking with joy at every thrust, and her pleasure rose so fast that almost before she knew it she was coming explosively. It was over quickly and left her still not fully satisfied.

But Monica seemed tireless; if anything, her thrusts increased in strength after Rachel's orgasm, and she picked up the pace further. Rachel was in heaven, crying out "Yes!" ecstatically at every thrust and otherwise urging Monica on. She wanted this never to end, but she could hear Monica's breathing getting louder and turning into high-pitched groans of need. Finally Monica screamed and gripped Rachel really hard, shuddering and grinding against her, which so excited Rachel that she found herself going over the top again. She screamed too, in exultation.

Eventually, after they had rubbed frantically against each other for an ecstatic minute or more, they began to slow down. Feeling more satisfied than she had ever been, Rachel let herself collapse gently to the floor. Monica lay half on top of her, still in her. Both panted and gasped for a while before they became calm again.

"Oh Mooonn!" Rachel murmured eventually. "That was the best I ever had."

"Was it?" Monica mumbled in a voice of apparent exhaustion.

"Yes!" said Rachel emphatically. She wriggled against the strap-on, getting further small jolts of pleasure. "Ooh, this feels so good. Men never stay hard."

Monica giggled feebly and patted her on the back. As they continued to lie there silently, Rachel began to think. She was quite certain she wanted more of this, but she wasn't sure how Monica would feel, now that she had gotten the anger out of her system. Sure enough, she felt Monica's body suddenly tense and the strap-on move out of her very quickly.

"Oh God, Rach, what have I done?" Monica moaned, sitting up. "I'm sorry, so sorry …"

Quickly Rachel turned over and caught her before she could get away. Monica's face showed intense mortification and shame. "I, I was just so mad …" she stammered, "and then ... I've wanted you so ..."

She stopped when she saw Rachel's eyes. There was a look of total acceptance, even love in them. Rachel's arms tugged at her, and Monica allowed herself to be pulled into Rachel's embrace. She found herself warmed and ready to respond to what she had seen in Rachel's expression. Her anger with Rachel had been totally replaced by an sudden welling up of really strong affection, stronger than the lust that she had hidden for so long.

"Mon, that was marvellous," Rachel said quite seriously, "and you have nothing to apologise for. I know I deserve punishment for being so messy and lazy – but that was no punishment, not after the start." She laughed merrily, then took Monica's head between her hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. "Now, a real punishment would be to say you'll never do this again."

"But, but … you're with Ross," Monica protested.

"Couldn't I be with you too?" Rachel pleaded. "Just now and again? I did enjoy it so, and … you're my best friend, Mon. I really liked it that it was you doing it."

"I couldn't do all that again, unless I got just as mad," said Monica. "It was very much spur of the moment stuff."

"But you could still spank and screw me," Rachel said. "I could give you plenty of reasons," she added, with a wicked glint in her eye.

"I'd rather you didn't," said Monica, finding it impossible not to beam at her. "I'd rather you did your share of the housework in return for being screwed – and spanked, if you insist."

"It's a deal," said Rachel happily, hugging Monica. She was conscious of feeling a deep attraction to Monica, stronger, if truth be told, than what she felt for Ross, much though she liked him. Well, that was going to have to be sorted out, but with Monica here, actually in her arms, it would be criminal to overlook the opportunity.

"You know what?" she said, kissing Monica at the corner of her mouth. "I'd like to feel you on top of me, and without all this stuff in the way." She began unbuttoning Monica's shirt.

Monica felt unable to resist, because she too found herself desperately wanting to feel Rachel's delightful body against hers with nothing between them. She pushed off her sandals, stepped out of her jeans, and let her shirt and bra be removed and herself be led to the bed by Rachel, both of them now naked apart from Monica's strap-on. Rachel pulled her down onto her and began to kiss and caress her just as if she was a male lover, even treating the strap-on as if it was a real penis.

This lit a flame of desire in Monica again. Her head began to pound as she kissed Rachel back passionately and ran her hands over her body. This was definitely more than sex. The loving expression on Rachel's face, her soft yet demanding lips, her clever hands fondling Monica in all sorts of exciting ways, all contributed to a feeling that she was truly making love with Rachel. Her head spun with passion and desire.

"Oh my God, Rach, do you feel it?" she cried between increasingly urgent kisses.

"Feel what?" Rachel gasped.

"That this is more than sex!" Monica cried.

"Oh yes!" Rachel responded ecstatically. "Yes, I feel it, Mon! I want you, I really want you! C'mon, put it in me, honey!" She thrust her mound up at Monica.

Eagerly Monica mounted her, sliding in with no difficulty at all, Rachel was so ready for her. At a peak of passion, Monica banged away furiously from the start, but Rachel met her all the way, pushing back with equal vigour. Crying words of lust and love, they became so completely wrapped up in each other that they did not hear Ross enter the apartment. Hearing their abandoned cries, he marched across and threw back Rachel's bedroom door. They froze and gaped at him in shock, both panting heavily.

"My God!" he cried in a voice thick with rage. "How long has this been going on?"

"Only … today," Rachel gasped between pants, then moaned as Monica began to pull away from her and threw her arms round her to prevent it. Monica looked at her in surprise, but Rachel shook her head at her firmly. "I want you here," she muttered. "Don't be frightened of Ross, I can handle him."

"Well, what's the explanation?" Ross demanded.

"She was punishing me ... for a condom we left on the bathroom floor ... and for all my messiness," Rachel said, "and, and ... well, things got out of hand."

"Strange punishment!" Ross fumed. Then he seemed to remember something. "It's like with Phoebe, isn't it?" he snarled, glaring at Monica. "You used to spank her and then screw her when you thought she'd been extra-messy, didn't you?"

Monica could not look him in the eyes and hid her face, but after a little gasp of surprise Rachel patted her, seeming to show that she did not mind that Phoebe had preceded her.

"I guess you've always wanted Rachel on some level," Ross ranted. "Well, you can have her! I'm not sharing a girlfriend with my sister!" He stormed out, slamming the door.

"I, I'm sorry, Rachel," Monica began in a small voice, feeling devastated that she had ruined her best friend's love affair.

"Don't be," said Rachel, turning to her with a broad smile. "This makes my decision easy. If you'll have me, I'll be happy to be your girl."

"Really?" cried Monica in incredulous joy. "You're okay with it?"

"I'm more than okay," said Rachel, beaming. "I want it. It feels right. We've been so close for so long, you and I, even if we drifted apart for a while. Maybe this was always meant to be." She moved herself against the strap-on, grinning at Monica enticingly. "Now, do you think we could pick up where we left off?"

Monica looked rueful. "Sorry, sweetie, Ross has definitely ruined the mood for now. Let's go shower, and then we must talk. After all, this is a major step we're taking, and we'll have to think over what we tell the others."

Rachel nodded. "Okay – but we shower together, right?" Her look was mischievous.

Monica broke into laughter. This was going to be so much fun. "Right!" she affirmed.

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And it was fun. They weathered the disapproval of their families, the bewilderment of Joey and Chandler, the venomous hostility of Ross, buoyed up by their increasing love for each other and the wholehearted support of Phoebe, who showed no jealousy of Rachel whatsoever, and also of Carol and Susan, with whom they became close friends. The evident reality of their love for each other did eventually mollify Ross somewhat, but he remained withdrawn, never coming to the apartment unless he was expressly invited, and rarely dropping in at Central Perk.

Finally, with Rachel's full support, Monica took it upon herself to try to contact Julie. She was still at the old number, and proved perfectly willing to be invited to Central Perk to see Ross again. Once there, she was equally willing to go on a date with him, for she had never really gotten over him. He was very grateful that she would give him a second chance, and set himself to please her. Soon they were dating regularly and Ross was happy once more. He forgave Monica and Rachel, and one day when they were all having coffee in Central Perk he admitted that the condom on the bathroom floor that had started it all was as much his fault as Rachel's.

"But look what's come of it!" he said. "All these happy people."

"Yeah, you and Julie are so great together," said Rachel. "You were meant to be, and I'm very sorry I screwed things up the first time."

"You could hardly help it," said Julie, smiling at her. "You thought you were in love with him. I'm pleased that you guys have found each other too. Can I, um, ask a personal question?"

"Shoot," said Rachel easily.

Julie darted a glance at Monica, her eyes twinkling. "Does she still spank you?"

Monica, Rachel and Phoebe all giggled, Joey snickered, and Ross and Chandler leaned forward with interested looks on their faces.

"When I've been naughty, yes," said Rachel, taking Monica's hand. "But that's not so often now. And" – she looked around as if to make some portentous announcement – "sometimes – just sometimes, when she's been a bit too control freaky – I get to spank her."

Ross threw back his head and laughed, joined by all the rest. Rachel looked at Monica with eyes of love, squeezing her hand, and her heart leapt when Monica squeezed back and looked equally lovingly at her. This was here to stay.

The end