by Frank Martinet
Jenna stared at her psychology textbook, pretending to be fascinated, but really she was watching out of the corner of her eye as Kerry stripped. The gorgeous blond was down to a pair of the skimpiest panties which strained to hold in the generous curves of her lovely ass. When Kerry turned, Jenna saw the younger girl's pert breasts, apples with neat dime-sized nipples, and Jenna had a surge of desire to nibble on them.
"What time is it?" Kerry asked as she slid the panties down her sleek legs. Bending like that as she stepped out of them one leg at a time she was a vision and it took Jenna a moment to hear the question.
"Oh, it's a quarter to seven."
"Damn, I've go to hurry. Craig's picking me up at 7:30!" With a jiggle of her fantastic, lithe body, Kerry darted into the bathroom and seconds later Jenna heard the gurgle of the water pipes and then the stream of the shower running.
She thought about sneaking a peek. She'd done it before. Kerry was remarkably comfortable with nudity and never seemed bothered by Jenna coming in to brush her teeth or find a hairbrush or sit on the toilet while she was in the shower. But Jenna didn't like doing that. It felt deceitful, like she was cheating. How she longed to just ogle her roommate unabashed. But she didn't dare let Kerry in on her feelings. The girl was obviously into men, a regular dating machine, and Jenna didn't know how she'd react to the affections of another girl.
A few minutes later the shower switched off and Kerry appeared wearing only a white towel wrapped around her body. Jenna watched as the girl trotted around the room, into the bathroom to work on her hair and make-up, into the bedroom to select her clothing. Soon enough the towel came off and Jenna got a terrific glimpse of her friend's nude body and stealthily watched her dress with disguised lust.
She watched as a slim pair of white panties with frilly edges slid up the slender legs and hugged the round bottom. They were high-cut and left generous amounts of side-cheek on display and Jenna bit her lower lip to keep from grinning with delight as Kerry decided to run around the room with just the panties on, ass and naked breasts bouncing all over.
"Have you seen my hair clip?" she asked breathlessly after returning from the bathroom. She hardly waited for Jenna's shaken head and she was in the closet, only her half-naked buttocks and bare legs visible as she searched through the drawers in the built-in dresser. "Ah ha!" she cried, emerging successfully with the blue clip. She ran into the bathroom to put it on in the mirror. It looked delightful, Jenna thought when she saw it on her; it pulled back her long blond hair on one side, giving her a youthful coquettish look that was extremely cute.
"You think I should wear a bra?" Kerry asked. She was holding a bra up to her chest and Jenna had no choice but to look, admiring the girl's perfect figure.
"You don't need the support," said Jenna cautiously. How much did she dare say? "Your breasts are very firm and high."
"Thanks. But I'm more worried about whether going bra-less makes me look like a slut."
"This is your second date with Craig?"
"Wow. Must be going well."
"It is. I think. But... well, we haven't slept together yet. I'm thinking I need to look really hot tonight, to tempt him."
You don't need to do anything to tempt me, thought Jenna, but out loud she said, "No bra sends a message you may not want on a first date, but it's fine for the third date. If he doesn't like it, then maybe he's not the guy for you."
"Good point," nodded Kerry. "Done." She finished dressing in a terrific short dress that showed off her legs brilliantly. The waist was tight and it was a look that flattered Kerry, as did the low vee front, highlighting her naked breasts perfectly. There was just enough flesh showing to make the outfit daring and delicious, but not quite so much that it made her look trampy.
"You look gorgeous!" Jenna couldn't help but exclaim as Kerry did a little pirouette.
"Oh, thank you. Coming from you, that says a lot!" gushed Kerry. She was so focused on her reflection in the mirror she failed to notice the older girl's awkward expression and flushed cheeks. By the time she faced her roommate, Jenna had composed herself and was smiling calmly.
Kerry hesitated. She bit her lower lip in an obvious quandary.
"What's the matter?" Jenna asked.
"Oh... I wonder if I might ask you a huge favor."
"What? You want to borrow some jewelry?"
"Oh no, nothing like that. It's... well, it's a little weird. You're going to think me bizarre."
"Hey, look who you're talking to," laughed Jenna. "I'm famous for weird!"
"Yeah, but you're weird in a good way. Cool weird. This is... this is... dark weird."
"Dark weird? What's that?"
"I don't know. Dangerous weird? Fucked up weird?"
"Okay. Spit it out."
"You promise not to tell?"
"Sure. We're roommates. We share everything."
"And best friends, right?"
Jenna grinned. "Of course."
"Good. Now if you don't want to do this, if it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to do it. I'm just asking you to consider it, as a favor."
By now Jenna was near bursting with curiosity. She'd never seen Kerry act like this. The girl looked excited and terrified at the same time, like she was about to go bungee jumping for the first time. What on earth was the big deal?
Kerry sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at her watch. "Craig should be here any minute, so I don't have much time. I'll make this as quick as I can."
"I was raised by mom, you know. She was really strict. She believed in corporal punishment."
Jenna felt heat pulsing through her body. "You were spanked?"
"Frequently. She used a paddle, a belt, a cane. She kept me in line all through high school, whipping me every time I made the slightest fault."
"Ouch, that sounds like abuse."
"Oh no, not at all. She was always fair. I always knew the consequences and I accepted them. You know, come home after curfew, get a lickin'. Fail a test because I didn't study, get a lickin'. Lie, cheat, or steal, get a lickin'."
"Okay," Jenna said cautiously, unsure where Kerry was going with this.
"Well, when I was sixteen I started dating. I wanted to date earlier, but she wouldn't allow it. As I said, she was strict."
"Well, I kinda screwed up. I went out with a boy and got carried away and we almost went all the way. Mom caught us making out in his car at Lover's Point."
"Yeah. Boy, did I get my ass whipped for that! But that wasn't the worst of it. Mom decided that I needed some discipline before I go out on dates to help me remember to keep my pants on."
"Wait, you mean she-"
"Yeah, she'd give me a few whacks with a paddle or cane just before the date."
"Yeah, at first I didn't like it at all. It was horrible. She'd literally wait until I was just about to go out the door, then I'd have to touch my toes for six-of-the-best with a rattan cane. I then had to run out the door for my date with my eyes watering and my ass on fire and try to pretend to my date that everything was fine and normal. It was quite... challenging."
"My God, yeah!"
"But here's the thing - it worked. It helped a lot. At first I didn't like it at all, but having a really sore stingy ass all night really helped me remember my priorities. I was a virgin until after graduation."
"Yup. I credit it all to my mom. My first time was with my steady boyfriend that I'd had my whole senior year and it was awesome. If it hadn't been for my mom, I would have given it up to the first pimple-faced brat who felt me up in the back of his Toyota."
"So you think it was good, what she did?"
"The best. The only problem is... well, she's not here, is she? Since I've been at college I haven't had that. Her discipline. When I came here I thought that was a good thing, but now I'm not so sure. I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been seeing a lot of guys."
"I'm failing into some bad habits," sighed Kerry. "I know this sounds weird, but I really miss my mom's whippings. I mean, they hurt like heck and I always hated getting it, but I guess they're like celery or something healthy: not the best-tasting but good for you. Know what I mean?"
"I think so. But I'm not sure I understand why you're telling me this. Are you wanting to leave school and go back home to mother?"
"Oh! Absolutely not! No, I was hoping... well... I was hoping, uh, you, uh..."
The light dawned and Jenna gasped. Her face flushed hot pink and she stared at Kerry. The younger girl turned a little pink herself, looking away in slight embarrassment.
"Oh my God. You... you want me to spank you!"
Kerry nodded. "I told you it was weird."
"Exactly." There was a pause and suddenly Kerry's cell phone buzzed. She glanced at the face. "It's Craig. He's here. I need to go." She typed a text message. "I'm telling him I'll be out in a few minutes. Will that give us enough time?"
Jenna gasped. "You mean... now?"
"Of course. Just before I go out, remember? That's the best. It's hard for me not to cry but I have to, I can't let Craig know I was just whipped!"
"You really want to start a date off that way?"
"Absolutely. I did that all through high school and I honestly miss it. I need it, Jenna. Will you help me?"
"Well... I suppose. But what do I use? I don't have a paddle or whip or whatever."
Kerry grinned. "I asked mom to send me a cane. It arrived yesterday." She ran to her closet and from the depths emerged with a flexible stick about a yard long. It was as thick as a thumb at the handle end, tapering down to a pinky finger thickness at the tip.
"Six stingers," said Kerry. "Across my bare bottom. We'd better hurry: I don't want to keep Craig waiting. And be sure you make them hard."
"How hard?" breathed Jenna in amazement as she swished the rod through the air.
"As hard as you can, I suppose. I doubt you'll have my mom's technique, but it should still sting a bit."
"Won't this... cut you?"
"No. It's polished and waxed and safe. If you hit the same spot ten times in a row it might cut a little, but generally it just leaves a red mark that puffs up in a juicy welt after a few minutes. The marks will keep me fidgety all night and give me plenty to think about. That's why this works."
"You're sure about this? I don't want to hurt you," Jenna lied. She was already drooling in anticipation as she watched Kerry take up a position in the middle of the room, bending lithely to touch her toes. She'd lowered her panties and so under the short bit of dress that covered her rump she was bare.
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