by Blake Alexander Hannon
"Stan? You mean Stan Geller?"
April nodded, closing her eyes dreamily. "Yesss. God, I've been trying to get him to notice me since winter break, but he, like, just keeps being there."
They were sitting on the couch in their dorm room, chatting during a commercial break in Dexter. Sara was a tall, athletic redhead; she ran track, played tennis, the works. April, who currently wore a slightly downtrodden expression, was a short, dishwater blonde girl with a soft, curvy figure. Sara listened curiously to her roommate's plight. Sara and April were part of the same weekly study group, which Stan had joined late last semester. Sara had known Stan before that (she was friends with an ex-girlfriend of his) but April had not.
"He is cute," Sara agreed, "and he knows how to cook. I ... guess he's not a bad choice."
April gave Sara a curious look.
"You guess?"
Sara flashed her a 'if you really want to know' smile. April looked on impatiently.
"Well..." Sara said, not sure if she should really be spilling the beans, "Jen told me that part of the reason they broke up was ... um ... spanking."
April raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? Spanking?"
"She told me Stan was, y'know, into it. Like, as a sex thing. He kept wanting to do it, she didn't."
April looked shocked. She knew that kinkiness wasn't all that uncommon, especially among their offbeat circle of friends. But Stan? Hitting a girl? That image just wasn't something she could get her mind around.
Sara smiled again. "So yeah. That's the story."
"Huh."
April thought deeply. Sara watched, somewhat amused.
"Still want to date Stan?"
"Spanking? Wow, um ... I think ... yeah, I could see myself there, I guess. Like, sure, even if he's sort of freaky, he's still the same guy, right?"
Sara shrugged. "I'm not the one to ask."
April frowned thoughtfully, evaluating this new information.
Sara shook her head. Whine, whine, whine. Sometimes, when April got into these moods, it seemed like that was all she could do. What really got on Sara's nerves about this was that April was the last person who should be complaining about not attracting men. When they went to parties together Sara often felt overlooked, as it seemed like all the guys had their eyes glued to April's chest and butt. April did have quite a butt, Sara had to admit. As big and round as a pair of soccer balls, and jiggly as a mound of jell-o. Haha, maybe Stan really should give April a try, just so that fat ass could get paddled! If ever there was a bottom that needed that, Sara had to admit, it was April's.
The show came back on, and they watched Dexter kill people for the next fifteen minutes. Or at least, Sara did. April wouldn't shut her damned mouth.
"Like, you think he'd want to do that with any girl, or was it, like, just Jen? Like, I..."
Sara rolled her eyes. Even without that bum of hers, maybe April could use an occasional spanking just to make her shut up. Once they got through the show, April got up and turned off the TV, wiping some dirty blonde locks out of her face as she stood. Sara watched April's fat, wobbling buttcheeks shake under her panties as she walked. Sara's eyes narrowed in thought. You know...
"You think I should get some new outfits? Like, these shorts are cute, but -"
"April," said Sara, "shut up. I have an idea."
"What?"
Sara giggled, pushing some red bangs out of her eyes. "If Stan sees you get a spanking, I bet he'll want in on the fun."
"WHAT?"
Shaking her head, hardly able to believe she was actually suggesting this, Sara told April her idea. When the two were done laughing and making jokes about it, April thought about it seriously.
"Oh god, that would be ... I don't even know, just crazy! It's like something you'd hear about from a friend's friend."
Sara shrugged. "We are in college. Isn't that when you're supposed to do stupid things that people tell stories about?"
There was silence for a few minutes, broken only by the occasional giggle.
"Okay, but like, seriously. Do you think that would actually work?"
Sara shrugged. "I know I'd notice. Especially if I had a fetish."
"Yeah but ... oh god, it's crazy!"
"It was just a passing thought."
More silence. Then.
"Do you really think it would-"
"Yes."
April blushed deeply, grinning an embarrassed, yet unconsciously sultry grin.
"Well ... yeah ... I guess we are in college."
"You're not going to do it hard, are you?" Asked April as she waddled along beside Sara. Okay, waddled might not be the best word, but close enough; April wasn't fat so much as slightly chubby, in a babyfat kind of way that just made her more voluptuous. Most of it was carried in her curves.
"It's got to be convincing," Sara answered.
"But..."
"If you're that nervous about it, you shouldn't be after Stan."
April blushed again. "Okay, you're right."
They reached the common room/kitchen in the dormitory basement and said hi to the others. This was the meeting place for their study group.
"Hey Stan," said April sweetly.
"Heya," Stan replied with a friendly nod of his head. Stan was a tall, dark-haired boy, with an athletic figure and very striking green eyes. He had brought donuts tonight ... it was always something. You know, thought Sara, he is a pretty sweet guy, even if he's got secrets. He would be good for April. Hell, she decided, he'd be good for most girls, as long as they didn't mind his bedroom eccentricities. She was really going to be doing her room-mate a favor tonight.
An hour and a half later, people started saying goodnight and going back to their rooms. As Stan began to put his books away, Sara said "Stan, I think you left your coffee cup here last week. Isn't that it in the kitchen?"
"Did I? Huh, thanks." Stan went into the little kitchenette, giving the common room an extra minute to empty. In a few moments, it was just the three of them in there. Perfect.
April looked at her nervously. Sara grinned and nodded. April blushed and nodded back. Showtime.
"April!" Sara shouted, dropping her book-bag to the ground, "What the hell is that!?"
"Wuh ... um..." April took a few steps back and stammered, "...it's a calculator."
Sara huffed. "Oh, a calculator. That's my calculator! What the hell is it doing in your backpack?"
Sara shouted loudly enough to be heard in the kitchen, but not quite enough to wake people up in the surrounding rooms. At least she hoped not.
"I ... um ... mine was out of juice, and I didn't think-"
"Yeah, you didn't think. What else is new! I needed that in class today you little bitch! I had to share with someone else for the quiz. Do you know how embarrassing that was?"
Stan's head appeared around the corner of the kitchen entrance. His eyes were wide. He had never seen Sara act like this before. It was completely out of character. She decided they had better get on with it before he excused himself.
"Obviously not!" Sara growled. In a flash, she reached out and grabbed April by the hair, making her wince and 'ow' as she yanked her back toward the couch. April, gritting her teeth against the pain, winked at her. Sara decided not to risk winking back; it would be too easy for Stan to notice.
"Ow! Ow! Sorry! Ow - let go! Here, we can talk about this in our room!"
"No," said Sara, "No talking. I'm not interested in your excuses. We'll sort this out right now!"
Sara sat down, sideways, on one arm of the couch and pulled April down over her lap, letting go of her hair and grabbing her around the torso. April wriggled and begged to be released, feet kicking a few inches above the carpet. They made quite a sight in this position. Sara was a tall, lithe figure, just shy of six feet tall, body slender and toned, and she wore a very convincing expression of rage. April was about the right relative height to be Sara's daughter (not that there was any resemblance), and acted the part with her struggling and half-coherent begging to be released. The fact that April had enough tits and ass to fill out two or three girls only made the picture prettier. Sara risked a quick, sideways glance at the kitchen door. Stan was still standing there, completely motionless, mouth starting to hang open.
"Sara, please, not in pu-"
SLAP!
Sara brought her right hand down hard against the seat of April's skirt. April was wearing a miniskirt and thong tonight, just as they had agreed. As a result, part of Sara's hand fell under the cloth line and hit naked thigh.
"OW!"
April's reaction (which included even more bucking and kicking) was genuine. She had not expected one slap to sting that much. It dawned on her, to her dread, that Sara was probably one of the strongest, most athletic girls she knew, and that, for the sake of verisimilitude, she would not be holding back much. She shouldn't have agreed to this! But it was too late to back down now...
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"I told you to ask me before taking my things!" Sara pressed down with her left forearm as she swung her right in a wide, meteoric arc, slapping April's bum with as much drama as she could muster. "Didn't I?"
"Ow! Ow! Yes, I'm sorry! I - What the??"
Sara had grabbed April's miniskirt and flicked it up over her backside, pinning it against April's back with her other arm. In their position, April's ass was pointed straight at Stan, and that thong covered maybe five percent of it (the thong did its best, but seriously, there was a lot of ground to cover). Her round, chubby, soccer ball sized cheeks jiggled lewdly into the open air, requiring severe punishment for their immodesty.
Sara brought back her arm and gave her roommate the hardest slap yet, catching her right in the center of the right cheek and making it bounce and wobble around beautifully. That one left an angry, pink hand-print across April's virtually naked buttock.
"YEOW!!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"We agreed not to use each other's things without asking!"
SLAP! SLAP! April's massive bottom was now lightly pink all the way across.
"Didn't we?"
April's answer was cut short by a truly fierce volley of slaps that exploded into the lower, fleshy undersides of both cheeks, right at the crease where they tucked back in to her thighs. Her butt wasn't done jiggling from the last smack when the next three landed, keeping it dancing and wobbling constantly for the entire spanking. April's rear really was perfect for spanking. Sara was actually wondering why she hadn't thought to do this before.
As April kicked and mewled, Sara finished her off with another dozen slaps to each big, reddened cheek. Then, without releasing her unfortunate roommate, she reached into her bag and pulled out her secret weapon.
Sara's parents were of the old fashioned, spare-the-rod variety.
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