Backfire 3

Getting dressed up for tonight was a big job. So much so, in fact, that April had come home after class, wolfed down a quick dinner, threw her dishes in the sink, and then gone straight to the wardrobe.

“Are you sure I shouldn‘t put up my hair?”

From his seat in the living room, Kevin looked in the bathroom door. April, still wet from the shower, was holding out a strand of her dishwater blonde hair and looking at him inquiringly. Kevin chuckled.

“You know I like it down,” he repeated, “but if you think it’s not classy enough for Hell Night, I won’t pretend to know better.”

April scowled at him the way women often do when their boyfriends know what they are expected to say but refuse to do so. Kevin had called April’s cell phone a few minutes ago asking if he could come over. Deciding that she needed someone to help her make these important decisions, and that Sara was most likely not going to be home in time, she had said yes. Since he’d walked in the door, she’d had him sitting on the couch answering questions about her wardrobe as she bustled between the bedroom and the bathroom.

Kevin was rather amused by all this. He had tried rushing a fraternity last year, but quickly decided that the Greek scene was silly. Some people really got into it, though, and he had become increasingly aware that his girlfriend was one of these. Not that he minded sitting back and watching her shower and dress; a half-naked April was a delight to see under any circumstances, and being wet and in a hurry made her even easier on the eye.

April took out her comb and began to straighten her hair. Doing this meant putting down the bath towel and facing the mirror, which turned her back toward Kevin. As they nearly always did when he faced her from this angle, Kevin’s eyes went to her (currently naked and glistening) bottom. April was a short girl, but she was wide in the shoulder and wider in the hip, and the latter supported two of the most enviable buttocks on campus. It was one of the first things he had noticed about April when they met in class two months ago, and - despite her prominent chest and baby face - it was the first thing most men noticed about her. And, for the last four weeks, this backside had been the subject of considerable drama. If you don’t know the details, go back and read chapters one and two.

Finishing her hair, April went back to drying herself and - when this too was completed - putting on a fresh bra and panties. The conversation was limited to occasional questions and comments back and forth, with Kevin’s amusement gradually turning into annoyance. Was a sorority initiation really worth as much effort as a meeting with the President?

“I look fat in this, don’t I?”

Kevin rolled his eyes as she stepped out in her black cocktail dress. “Fat” was a touchy adjective in this case. Kevin’s 6’2’’ frame was rock hard and slender, honed by over a decade of sports enthusiasm. Running her hands over Kevin’s chocolaty brown skin and feeling the springy musculature of his pecs and abs was one of April’s favorite indoor pastimes, but her boyfriend’s magazine cover physique also made her somewhat insecure. April had been a few pounds overweight since she was a child. When she hit puberty, most of this adipose tissue had migrated to her breasts and buttocks, but there were still love handles and just a bit of a belly.

“Ape, you asked me that when we went to the club last week. Nothing’s changed.”

April pouted. “That’s not a straight answer.”

April was remembering why men were no good for this sort of thing. They just had no idea of when a girl looks good.

Kevin sighed again. “You look hot. Not fat.”

“Are you sure my tummy doesn’t stick out?”

Here, Kevin was at an impasse. The fact was, April’s stomach did curve outward just a bit, and that skintight black dress made it a bit more noticeable. It also made the rest of her anatomy more noticeable - which was a more than worthwhile tradeoff in Kevin’s opinion - but if he had to answer her question honestly, she wouldn’t like the answer. Goddamnit, April wasn’t normally this fussy with her clothes. She’s just being a pain.

Kevin got up from the bed and walked over beside April. She looked up at him, still impatient. He put a gentle hand on her side and said “Babe, you’re way too worried about this.”

April opened her mouth to retort, but this turned into a surprised squeal as Kevin grabbed her around the midsection and pulled her back toward the bed. Before she could even ask him what he was doing, he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, and April was lying across his lap.

“No, Kev, I don‘t have time! I need to finish-”

SLAP!!!

April’s complaints were cut off by a sharp “ooh!” as Kevin’s big hand cut into her right butt. The pain was sharp, hot, and immediate, and made her twitch her arms and legs.

“We can do this later tonight! Right no - OW! Not so hard!”

“I‘m helping you take your mind off things.”

As Kevin said this, he pushed his left forearm down across her black-clad back and began flicking his wrist harder as he brought his right arm up and down, landing his open palm against the underside of her buns in a series of sharp snaps. With her panties and cocktail dress on, April’s buttocks were well lifted above her thighs, making those sensitive, lower surfaces much easier to hit. The prominent mound shook and bounced with each slap; Kevin could just imagine the redness that must be spreading underneath. Normally, Kevin got April naked before he spanked her, so he could watch the splash and jiggle of her voluptuous flesh as he transferred energy into it. He missed that tonight, but the movements of the tight dress teased his imagination about the pain that was being suffered below.

“Ow! Ow! Please, not so-AHH!”

Kevin suddenly stepped up the pace, dribbling her big bottom as quickly as his basketball skills allowed. April felt her butt heating up and burning much more quickly than it usually did; her dress was holding in all the heat. Only thirty seconds or so in, and she already felt like the skin was coming off of her ass!

In what now seemed like a magical, far off time, April had been able to hang out in Kevin’s room to avoid the blistering punishments that her roommate was always finding excuses to dish out. That was before Kevin, too, had been shown the delights of spanking her poor butt until she couldn’t sit down. Nowadays, April’s buns weren’t safe anywhere. On one hand, Kevin’s spankings were usually a prelude to sex, of which April was fond. On the other, unlike Sara - who needed a reason to punish her unfortunate roommate - Kevin was prone to putting her over his knee without warning, just because he happened to feel like it. It was a tough decision, but April still found herself tending to spend more time in Kevin’s room than her own. At least Kevin didn’t use that awful hairbrush!

As Kevin continued the spanking at a lively pace. April’s gyrations and twitching ground her against his lap, which was answered by a hardening below. April could feel Kevin’s growing erection through the thin material of her dress. That jerk!

Kevin finally stopped the smacking, leaving his palm resting firmly on April’s tortured backside. She felt his fingers squeezing and kneading, as he enjoyed the heat her bottom was giving off. The pain extended beyond the skin he was fondling, through her ample buttocks and into the other side of her, where it stopped being pain and became simple heat. April was panting, her privates feeling very empty and in need of attention. She let Kevin rub a little of the sting out of her tush as she moaned softly. She wished she could be properly angry at Kevin for humiliating her like this, but her libido kept her hands helplessly tied in this matter. Such were the frustrations of love.

“Feel better now?” Kevin asked.

“No! Asshole!”

Kevin patted her bottom a couple of times before letting her up. Immediately, April put one hand on the seat of her dress and the other under it, clutching at her abused cheeks with both as she bounced a little on the heels of her feet. Her carefully brushed hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed. As she stood up, she felt her panties clinging wetly to her crotch. Ugh, not now!

“You’ve got ten minutes,” Kevin said, checking his watch.

Not looking at or speaking to Kevin, April redid her hair and put on some makeup. She was really regretting her tight choice of dress now; every step pulled the fabric against her butt cheeks, making them sting. And now she was all horny too! Kevin was such an insensitive prick sometimes.

“You had better not be asleep when I get back!” April ranted as she powdered her nose, giving Kevin a furious scowl over her shoulder.

“You’d better come straight to my room after your thing,” he replied, a mirthful smile on his face.

“Jerk.”

Finished at last, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She looked…well, she thought she looked decent enough. Like a young woman who could be taken seriously, even if she had to suck in her stomach a little bit. Not like a nervous girl who had just been spanked like a little kid and was now too hot and bothered to think clearly. Hopefully.

“See ya later, baby doll.”

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips as they left the room.

“Fuck you.”

Kevin laughed as he went back to his single room and April trotted off to Sigma Phi Kappa house.

…

Lady GaGa was playing from someone’s iPod as the SPK sisters and pledges sat around the living room, chatting and cracking open a few cheap beers as they waited for everyone to arrive. Well, most of them were sitting. April had politely refused a seat.

“Think you’re ready for tonight?”

Courtney was sitting on the couch to April’s left, a Budweiser in her hand.

“I feel like I‘ve been ready for a month,” April replied to her Big Sister, leaning against the backrest of the couch in what she thought was a sophisticated and elegant pose, “I want to live here next year.”

Courtney chuckled. “Nervous at all?”

“Nope.”

For a moment, Courtney’s face wore a strange expression, a sort of “oh, if only you knew” look that made April’s already jumpy nerves twitch. April ran through everything in her head. She had memorized the Sigma Phi Kappa pledge and motto, of course. Likewise for the sisterhood’s history and foundational members. There would probably be some silly hazing thing (like a drinking game, or a “tell us your raunchy secrets” interview), but April wasn’t averse to getting drunk or talking about naughty things, especially when she had the former to help the latter along. Courtney was probably just trying to make sure her pledge was taking this seriously, and April was resolved to not disappoint her.

Despite her laid back, easygoing attitude, Courtney was a rather intimidating presence. A senior girl, she stood four inches taller than April and was probably the most solidly-built woman April had ever met. Big boned and very stocky, Courtney’s shoulders and hips were even wider than April’s, and that was saying something. She was quite a muscular girl, but she also had fifteen extra pounds of chub; in short, her body was a taller, more tank-like version of April’s. This all contrasted with her soft-featured Greek face, with its beaky nose, wide, brown eyes, and easy smile. If it weren’t for her big smile and rather silly demeanor, Courtney would probably cow a lot of people with her appearance.

“Good girl,” said Courtney, “Only the strong survive at SPK, but I think you‘re gonna’ make it.”

April and the other pledges giggled. The senior girls just smiled. There was a momentary, rather awkward, silence. Finally, someone said, “Can we put on Bad Romance?” And the conversation turned cheerfully back to the subject of Lady GaGa until the last of the pledges arrived.

“Pledges, after me,” said Sandra, the SPK Mistress of Ceremonies as she waved for them to follow her up the stairs. April and the other five underclasswomen quickly trotted after her.

“Be a good girl now,” said Courtney, waving a melodramatic goodbye as April left. She then threw a playful swat at April’s retreating bottom.

“Ow!”

April startled forward, a hand reflexively going back to rub the bulging rear of her tight cocktail dress. Around the living room, a few eyebrows rose. That didn’t look like it should have hurt. Face turning as red as her secretly burning tush, April looked at the floor as she hurried up the stairs, avoiding putting her hand back to her bum until she was sure she was out of sight.

There were a number of small bedrooms on the top floor, as well as a bathroom. At the end of the hall was a staircase leading up to the large loft, where - or so April had been told - the secret rituals of SPK were conducted amidst pomp and ceremony. Tonight, each of the doors had a pledge’s name taped to it.

“Each of you will open the door bearing your name. Inside, you will find the garments in which you must be robed for the final initiation, and a scarf to tie around your eyes. You must don these vestments, and then await your Big Sisters in silence.”

April had heard the sisters use this kind of language before, during the earlier ceremonies. Kevin was always making fun of the Greek scene for this, claiming it was over the top pretentiousness, but April thought it was kind of cool…if slightly eerie. On the other hand, she was a little disappointed that she wouldn’t get to show off her dress for the next while; hopefully, she’d be allowed to change back into it for the after-party.

Smiling encouragingly (if nervously) at each other, the six underclasswomen went into their respective rooms. What April found inside the small bedroom was…not what she had been expecting.

Lying neatly on the bed was what looked like some kind of gauzy, pink tutu, like a six year old who wanted to be a ballerina might bully her mother into buying. Next to it lay a light gray bikini-top and a pair of similarly colored thong panties, both apparently in April’s size. A pair of slippers sat on the floor by the bed, and hanging from the headboard was a black, polyester blindfold.

April stared in disbelief. She considered turning back to the door and asking Sandra for an explanation, but quickly decided that that would not be good for her initiation status. Reluctantly, she started untying the dress that she had wasted so much effort on. It looked like this was probably going to be a “tell your raunchy secrets” kind of event. She stole a quick look at her hindquarters in the mirror as the dress came off; damnit, they still had red handprints all over them! Feeling like she wanted to crawl under a rock, April just hoped that the pink tutu would disguise most of the redness.

…

Courtney watched impatiently as Sandra led the pledges up into the loft. Candles burned on the shelves that lined the dark, wooden walls. Twenty-one girls in flowing, black robes stood around the raised stage in the center of the room, as six others were escorted in. Five of the pledges wore white cloaks, similar to those of the older sisters except in color. The exception, of course, was April. Courtney felt a grin spread across her broad, Mediterranean face as she wondered excitedly how her little sister would react once the blindfolds came off; Courtney certainly recalled how scared and embarrassed she herself had been when she was the unlucky pledge three years earlier. Not fun to be there yourself, but - as she had learned - tremendously fun to watch it happen to someone else. And this semester’s would be even more engaging for Courtney. Tonight’s the night, Courtney mused. It’s happened before. Has to happen.

One of the other Big Sisters turned to her and whispered “Think you‘re up for this?”

Courtney’s grin broadened as whispered back. “Watch me.”

The other girl giggled behind her hand. “I‘m a little preoccupied watching something else right now.”

Courtney nodded. “I think we all are.”

She was at least mostly right. Many pairs of eyes were trained enviously on April, and the way in which that ridiculous pink thing barely contained her ample anatomy. Her belly and love handles weren’t flattered by the see-through dress, but her big breasts and even bigger buttocks were done wonders by the skimpy, gray underwear.

Up on the stage, Sandra commanded the pledges to recite the SPK motto in turn, tapping each one lightly on the head with a certain long, wooden object to let them know who was up next. Satisfactory performances all around. Next came the oaths themselves, naturally. Again, no hesitation or reluctance. April was shivering a little, her flesh rippling visibly; it was chilly in the loft, and she was the only one who wasn’t wearing a nice, warm robe. Courtney found it adorable; April was just such a cute, wide-eyed little girl. Ooh, here it comes…

“Remove your blindfolds.”

April had been expecting to see her pledge mates dressed in the same manner as herself when she finally pulled off the band. When it turned out that all their eyes were on her, she felt like she had been dropped in a pool of ice water; such was her shock and exposure, she almost forgot to keep her stomach sucked in. Is this a mistake? This has to be a mistake. Oh god, did I do something wrong? Is this a punishment? Worst of all, Did I not make the cut?

“Attention,” said Sandra, a smirk just barely managing to creep through her professional calm, “before we proceed, an explanation is in order.” She motioned to Courtney. “Sister Aniksos, stand with me.”

Courtney joined Sandra on the stage, her heavy silhouette dwarfing the Mistress of Ceremonies’. She managed to keep herself from smirking or winking at April as Sandra continued.

“As you’ve been told since your first night as pledges, the road of Sigma Phi Kappa is a difficult one. To walk it, you must be tested, mentally and physically.” As she said that last word, she held up the thing she had been prodding at them with, revealing it to be a large, wooden paddle, eighteen inches long including the handle, with the letters “SPK” cut out of the blade.

The pledges’ eyes all widened. April felt the bottom drop out of her stomach when she saw the paddle and - more quickly than the other girls, due to her recent life experiences - realized its purpose. This had to be a prank, she told herself hurriedly. Hazing wasn’t allowed on campus. They couldn’t actually expect her to…

“Five years ago, our chapter was investigated by the university when one of our pledges - her name will not be spoken - betrayed the sanctity of our sisterhood by telling the campus police about our test of physical resolve. Since that day, we have had to change our practices. It was decided that - instead of risking our secrecy by subjecting every pledge to the test - only one of you will bear the burden for her sisters. You have endured everything together thus far; what one of you faces, all of you face. If one of you fails, it is because her sisters have failed to give her proper support.”

She held the paddle out in front of her.

“The pledge to be tested is chosen by lot. The paddling - one lick for every new sister - will be administered by the chosen’s Big. Sister. Take the Tester of Endurance and call forth your pledge.”

Courtney took the paddle from Sandra’s hand and turned to April, smiling with mock-invitingness. “Come over here, Ape.”

April froze. Her face was like a helpless rodent’s when it realizes it’s backed into a corner. Courtney was tapping the paddle against her palm, impatient. The other pledges looked a mixture of relieved, concerned, and intrigued. Everyone was staring at April. In her pink gauze with the entire sorority watching and waiting for her mortification, April had never in her entire life felt this exposed. She looked from Courtney’s eyes to Sandra’s to the pledges’. Everything was hinging on her. If she didn’t take the paddling, she wouldn’t get in, and her peers would hate her for making one of them take the licks instead.

Slowly, breathing deeply, April stepped onto the stage and stood in front of Courtney. As Sandra backed off the stage, Courtney pointed at April’s feet. “Face the back wall and grab your knees.”

Courtney’s eyes were full of mirth, and she was smiling. April looked ready to faint. Moving very, very slowly, she turned her back to the watching sorority and - gritting her teeth - bent over and grabbed her knees. Courtney, standing a bit behind April and to her left, used her free hand to grab the hem of the pink tutu and flip it up over her back. When April’s mostly-naked butt was exposed, whispering and giggling erupted all around the room.

“April,” Courtney asked, slowly. “Have you rushed another sorority tonight?”

April squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could block her ears against the chorus of chuckles.

“He did a good job,” she continued when April didn’t answer, “it is a he, right?”

More laughter. April didn’t think she had ever blushed this hard.

“Can you give him my number?” someone in the peanut gallery asked. Uproarious laughter.

“Settle down!” Sandra finally cut in. She tried to sound stern, but in truth she was suppressing a giggle herself. April’s bottom was standing there, facing them, with red handprints all over it. Amusing though it was, Sandra did feel sorry for the pledge; tonight was seemingly not her lucky night.

Courtney licked her lips as she lined up the SPK paddle with April’s outstretched bum. “Get ready,” she said as she pressed the wood into her soft flesh, pushing April’s weight forward into her knees a bit, “here‘s one!”

She raised the paddle above her shoulder and brought it down with a twist of her hips, letting the Tester woosh around her body and SPLAT into April’s bottom with incredible force.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

April’s body shot up into a stand, raising herself up on her toes as she grabbed her ass in both hands. As the other girls chuckled nervously, she began beating her feet against the floor in a kind of dance.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Courtney looked at Sandra and shook her head in mock-disappointment. Sandra put a hand on April’s shoulder.

“Stay in position. If you do that again, Sister Aniksos will have to repeat the stroke.”

“You don‘t want me to hurt my arms, do you?” Courtney asked sweetly.

April looked back over her shoulder. Her five pledge classmates looked nervous. If they were interpreting Sandra correctly, their own entry into Sigma Phi Kappa was hinging on April’s ability to take this. She had to do this. For herself, and for them. But good god, the pain in her already stinging bottom was more than she could have ever imagined coming from a single blow from anything - and she still had five left! Memories of her first punishment spanking from Sara came to mind. April recalled the fire that wouldn’t go out, the agony that left her helplessly sobbing on the carpet for fifteen minutes and unable to sit down for days. Was she going to end up that way again, this time in front of her entire peer group?

Her mind reeling with mortification and shame, April bent back over (grimacing as she had to stretch her injured gluteal muscles) and grabbed her legs again.

“Good girl. You know this hurts me much more than it hurts you.”

The room erupted in chuckles. Courtney was a funny girl - it was an endearing quality in her Big Sister - but April had never been the butt (hahaha, get it?) of her jokes before.

“Ready?”

Before she had time to reply, she heard the paddle whistle through the air again, and another explosion of pain tore through her lower body. April reflexively tried to straighten, but she kept her fingers locked around her knees. She sucked in a long, harsh breath through her teeth as the agony in her situpon grew and flamed as her nerves got over the shock.

“Much better!” Courtney congratulated her, giving her bottom a little pat with her palm., “You‘re good at this. Ready for three?”

April started to shake her head no, but was interrupted by the third paddle stroke biting into her ass.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

April screamed. She couldn’t help it. Tears started to flow. She was bending and unbending her knees in a futile effort to diffuse the energy, her bottom dancing up and down like a piston in front of her audience, its mane of pink gauze fluttering. A chorus of laughs ensued, and intensified when Courtney put a hand under April’s lower buttocks (ow, did she have to squeeze that hard?) and held them in place until April was done bouncing. April felt her fingernails cutting into the skin of her knees. And she was only halfway done…

Mercifully, Courtney waited a bit longer before delivering the fourth dramatic blow to April’s sacrificial hindquarters, pulling the paddle quickly away so she could see as much of the bounce and jiggle as possible. She had been curious to see those chubby buns out in the open since she and April had first been assigned to each other. Sure, there was a thong, but it covered so small a percentage of April’s expansive target that it didn’t bother her a bit. On a further note, Courtney was more than a little curious about April’s initial redness. She had mentioned a boyfriend before (at length, actually). Courtney decided that she would have to learn more about their relationship dynamics in the near future, in the name of science of course.

The fifth lick was like the fourth, April somehow managing to stay bent over even as she yelled in anguish and trembled like a leaf in the wind. Courtney waited about twenty seconds before reaching up and, making sure she was putting as much into the last stroke as she could…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

April stood up so abruptly that she nearly fell over backwards. The SPK sisters got to see the flesh explode in a great, rippling shockwave around the wooden paddle for just a split second before April’s hands flew to her buttocks and grasped them tightly as she wailed and stamped her feet.

“We‘re gonna have to do that one over,” said Courtney. Her voice was sorrowful, but her eyes betrayed her (fortunately, April was looking in a different direction).

“Repeat the final stroke,” Sandra agreed.

“No!” April squealed, having forgotten herself entirely., “I can’t! I can’t do it! I ca-”

Courtney put a big hand on April’s back and pushed her back into position. “Not hard.”

April squeezed the tears out of her eyes. She felt the flesh of her behind bruising, she knew it. She would have thought she was bleeding if she hadn’t had a chance to feel back there. Somehow, she managed to raise a part of her consciousness above the infernal pain and think clearly. That part of her consciousness decided that rushing SPK was still worth it, and commanded her fingers to grab, fumblingly, onto her knees).

SPLAT!

She let go of her knees again, came close to straightening up, but managed to bob back down before she could get herself into any more trouble. For an awful, pain-blinded moment, April wasn’t sure if they would count this one or not. Then, she felt Courtney and Sandra pull her upright and Courtney wrap her in a bear hug against her thick, soft body.

“Welcome home, honey.”

April sniffled as she squeezed Courtney’s midsection. Once she pulled away, April stood dazedly in the middle of the room as her pledge mates ran up and chatted at her excitedly. She had forgotten about sucking in her belly; her pudginess was out for all to see. Her carefully styled hair was all over the place, a few strands sticking to her face. Her ample bottom glowed red even through the pink fabric.

Once this had ended and the afterparty was underway, April quickly popped into the bathroom and lifted her tutu with her back to the mirror. Livid red weals ran across her fiery cheeks. The letters “SPK” were highlighted in white in several places on the swollen crowns of her buttocks, like a cattle brand. As April grimaced, she heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“Hurry up,” said Courtney’s voice, “the pledges serve the refreshments.”

Moaning, April fixed her hair as best she could and quickly splashed some cold water on her ass (ow!) before putting the tutu back and walking tenderly out. The other pledges had already changed back into their civilian clothes. April was about to go back upstairs to do the same when Courtney grabbed her arm.

“Keg‘s in the kitchen, snacks are on the table. Would you be a doll now and get Sandra and I a couple of beers?”

April nodded reluctantly and turned around toward the kitchen. The sisters cheered and catcalled as the scantily clad new member walked by. As she passed one of the couches, another SPK sister grabbed the hem of her tutu and lifted it.

“Damn, Court, do you play baseball?”

April blushed as she tried to pull out of the older girl’s grasp, but she held on tight.

“Big target,” said another girl sitting next to her, “hard to miss.” And she gave April a hard slap under the lifted tutu. April jumped into the air and yelped, yanking the hem of the tutu down a few inches and causing much laughter and applause around the room.

“Go get your big her beer now,” said the first girl, letting go of the tutu, “and fetch some carrot sticks while you’re at it.” She gave April’s bottom a couple of pats (ow!) over the tutu and let her go, averting her eyes from the room full of amused grins.

It was half an hour until April was given a minute to change back into her cocktail dress, and by that time she had endured countless jokes and comments and not a few painful slaps to her shamefully exposed and ruby-red bottom. She almost couldn’t bear to pull the dress past her hips; even after loosening it as much as she could and running her sizzling cheeks under more cold water (she could swear she heard the hiss of steam when the water touched her ass), it was still an agonizing process. Once she was dressed again, she found that every step caused pain as the dress was stretched against her rear. Generally speaking, April was proud of her big butt (it was one of the places where she didn’t want to lose weight), but right now she would gladly trade it in to make the back of her dress less tight. April drank and socialized and tried to laugh off her pain and embarrassment, but her sisters were gleefully aware of the fact that she wasn’t walking more than she had to and not sitting down at all. The beer helped reduce the pain, but when she was ready to go home two hours later it was still a less than comfortable walk.

…

When April got back to her room, the sound of the TV told her that Sara was home. The smell of marijuana told her that Sara had been doing some deep thinking.

“Good evening,” said Sara as April came in. Her dark red hair was hanging loose and wavy around her shoulders, and there was a smile on her face.

“Hi,” April replied quickly on her way to the bedroom. Sara kept watching the screen as April passed, raising her eyes only after she had gone by. Her expression was quizzical, as if she was trying to make a difficult decision. Her smile continued, but it was very soft.

April’s first action once she had the bedroom door closed behind her was to ditch the cocktail dress, breathing a sigh of relief once the pressure was off. She pulled off her panties as well, grimacing as the waistband constricted her inflamed cheeks on their way down. She looked at her ass once more in the bedroom mirror. The welts had mostly gone down, but there was still a dark, unhealthy redness that bordered on maroon, covering her entire derriere. It looked like a couple spots were starting to bruise.

She was tempted to just lie down on her bed and fall asleep, as the evening had left her incredibly drained. Unfortunately, she remembered that she was expecting an email from Professor Johnston the PE teacher about getting that personal weight trainer. Groaning, gingerly rubbing her posterior, April put on her loosest, lightest short skirt and went back to the living room where her laptop was stationed.

Sara was sitting in the same position, looking even more pensive than before. The smile had been replaced with a poker face.

“How was initiation?” Sara asked as April stood at the desk behind Sara’s back.

“Huh? Oh…um…it was great! It was like, a bit party, and everything was really wild.”

“That sounds really nice.” Sara turned back toward April and smiled encouragingly. “And now you’re a sister.”

“I know, right? Finally!”

Sara waited for a few moments. Then, “we lost the tennis game ten to six.”

“Oh,” April said distractedly as she logged onto gmail, “that sucks.”

Sara sighed and turned back to the TV. She kept thinking as April typed away, now seeming a little more sure of whatever idea she was considering. The room was silent until April logged off and started back toward the bedroom.

“It was your turn to do the dishes,” Sara said as April walked by.

April froze in her tracks. Her heart sank halfway down her midsection as she remembered throwing her dishes on top of the others that afternoon before starting on her wardrobe.

“Shit! I’ll do it now.”

“Too late,” said Sara as April trotted toward the kitchen, “I already did.”

April’s heart sank the rest of the way. No. Not now. Not after everything else…

Sara switched off the TV with the remote and turned toward April. “It seemed like you were going to make it two whole weeks without needing this. So much for that.” She patted her thigh.

“No, please! Not tonight! Please!”

Sara shook her head, her mouth forming the cruel smile that April had become all too familiar with in recent months. “I’ve never let you put it off before. What makes tonight any different?”

April looked from her waiting roommate to the bedroom to the door. Then, she started crying.

“April?” Sara got up from the couch and walked up to her. April never seemed exactly thrilled when Sara announced it was punishment time, but this was a bit more extreme. “April, are you alright?”

“No!” barked April between sniffles, “I’m not!” And, with her self-control and sense of propriety eroded away by a combination of beer and tonight’s taxing events, she tearfully told Sara everything.

“Kevin spanks you?” Sara interrupted when she got to that part.

“Y-yes. Ever since you let him watch you bitch!”

“Hmm,” Sara chewed her lip, “yes, that would fit.” There was a subtle look of triumph in her green eyes, as if something she was hypothesizing had just been confirmed.

April’s wet eyes narrowed in confusion. “Never mind,” Sara waved her on, “keep telling me.”

April knew she wasn’t supposed to talk about Sigma Phi Kappa’s secret rituals, but her filter had been paddled out of commission. Sara seemed taken aback by the reports.

“Do you mind if I see?”

April turned around and lifted the back of her skirt, leaving her swollen, multicolored rump completely naked before Sara. She looked at Sara’s face over her shoulder, hoping for sympathy. It was there for a moment, but then the poker face returned. There was something a little different about Sara tonight.

“Ouch.”

“So,” April said as she let go of her skirt and wiped her eyes, “can you please, please not spank me for the dishes? I’ll do them for a month.”

She screwed up her round face and gave Sara a look of utmost sorrow with her wide, blue eyes. Sara shook her head.

“If I let it go this time, it sets a bad precedent.”

April opened her mouth to argue, but Sara continued.

“But, if you don’t make a fuss, I’ll do it very, very lightly; it‘ll barely even hurt. And afterward I’ll get you some ice.”

April shook her head no. Sara raised her voice a little and said, sternly, “if it doesn‘t happen tonight, then it‘ll happen tomorrow, and I‘ll use the brush. It‘ll be the hardest butt-beating you‘ve ever gotten, including your initiation.”

April stared at her for a moment. Would Sara really make good on that threat? She didn’t doubt her ability to do so (her first punishment spanking from Sara had left her bawling like an infant, and that had been with just her hand), but would she really? Just over the dishes? April decided, reluctantly, that she had better avoid finding out.

“Do you promise to be really gentle?”

“I promise to be gentle.”

That would have to be good enough. April stalked over to the couch and waited for Sara to sit back down, but Sara surprised her by saying “let’s sit on my bed.” April followed her into the bedroom, where Sara sat down and guided her compliant counterpart over her lap. April was wearing nothing besides a bra and skirt, so her soft midsection was lying directly on Sara’s exposed thigh (Sara was still wearing her gym shorts). With a soft grunt, April positioned herself so that she was lying along the side of the bed, with her hips raised over Sara’s lap. Sara flipped up her skirt, revealing her beaten backside once more.

“Your big must have really given it to you,” Sara said, tracing her index fingernail very gently across April’s hindquarters, “I can see the paddle marks. Heh, are those letters?”

April nodded, blushing for the millionth time that night as Sara’s tickling fingernails outlined a faded “SPK” on the middle of her right buttock. Her touch stung a little, but it also tickled. April tried not to make any sounds. A moment later, she felt Sara’s palm rest itself very lightly against the side of her rounded bum, and Sara started rubbing her without applying any pressure.

“You know,” Sara said slowly as she rubbed April’s cheeks, “I never thought I‘d find myself here.”

“At school?” April asked sarcastically, breathing in at the relief the gentle rubbing was bringing but wary of what might follow.

Sara chuckled. “With your naked ass in my face.”

April wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Sara rubbed her fanny in a wide circle before lifting her hand and giving a firm pat to her left flank, making it jiggle and vibrate just a tiny bit. April grimaced at the burning sting.

“I‘ve been thinking about our living situation. There‘s a lot that doesn‘t make sense about it, but might.”

She rubbed another circle, going the other way, before patting the same cheek a little harder. April sucked in a pained breath.

“Why do you think I spank you?”

She gave a very light slap to the underside of each cheek as she asked, making April whimper and roll back and forth over Sara’s lap.

“I dunno,” April said despondently, “because you’re mean?”

“Hmm.” She gently tickled April’s buttocks with her nails again, right over the undersides where she had slapped. “That‘s probably part of it. Did I seem like a mean person before the thing with Stan?”

April twitched as she tickled a very sensitive spot on the crease of her left buttock and her fleshy thigh. “I dunno, not really.”

“Right, I didn’t think I was.”

SLAP!

April reared up into a cobra-like position as Sara delivered the first real spank to the center of her lower bum, making both maroon cheeks bounce and splash away from her hand.

“OW!!!”

April made as if to get up, but Sara put a firm hand on her back and slowly, as if making a wordless argument, pushed her front back onto the bed. As if to atone for her last smack, she began an even gentler rubbing of April’s inflamed bottom with her other hand.

“Any ideas about why I do this to you?”

April looked over her shoulder for clues. Sara’s face said nothing. April shrugged.

“I‘ve been psychoanalyzing myself lately,” Sara went on, “I never thought there‘d be so much I didn‘t know.”

A few firmer pats, not as hard as the last slap, but painful, fell in a ring around April’s bum.

“You have such a great ass.”

SLAP!

April spasmed and yelped, then looked back over her shoulder in disbelief. Had she really just said that? Sara was smiling in an odd way.

“Really. I love how it jiggles when I smack it. Like that!”

Two hard smacks landed on the centers of each cheek, reignited some of the fire that was smouldering under the surface. April kicked her legs as the pain resurged, hot and fierce. Fortunately, Sara followed up with another gentle rubdown.

“Its so funny. Its like playing with jell-o. I don’t blame Kevin for picking it up from me; I’ll bet he gets really turned on when he spanks you, doesn’t he?”

April was aghast. There were so many things running through her mind right now she wasn’t even sure how to begin processing it. Despite having had her bare bottom over Sara’s knees many times before, she suddenly felt very naked and exposed, and totally out of the comfort zone she had been forced to build.

“Doesn’t he?”

Sara pinched April’s tush hard, making her thrash again. April quickly nodded yes.

“Heh. I thought so.”

Sara very gently rubbed the place where she had pinched before getting friskier again. Pat. Pat. Rub. SMACK!

“I have another question for you,” Sara began another very long and conciliatory rubbing and tickling period, “why are we still roommates?”

April shrugged, not daring to look Sara in the face.

“You could switch rooms any time you wanted. If you were really upset at me, you could report me to the Dean; I always leave plenty of physical evidence.” She chuckled her as she traced the fading white handprint she had left over the deep redness of April’s posterior. “I would be expelled. And probably arrested.”

April wanted to crawl under a rock. Sara’s tickling fingertips began to creep toward the center of her ass, running up and down along the sides of her crack. It was very sensitive in there, and not nearly as spanked, so the tickling was stronger and less painful. April almost giggled despite herself.

“But for some reason, you don’t.”

Suddenly the tickling was gone, and ten full-fledged spanks landed without warning on April’s fat behind. Each one was like a firecracker, fueled by the pain of the one before. Her bottom was roasting in its own heat, and Sara was languidly stoking it back into a full inferno. She had to concentrate on holding April down for a few moments until her kicking and struggling ended before she could start rubbing the burn back out again. There was a long, silent stretch as Sara carefully fondled and caressed April’s much-abused flesh. April was hoping the dialogue was over for good. But she knew she was still vulnerable, until-

April felt something cool, smooth, and hard rest against her left butt. She recognized it immediately.

“NO!” She tried to bolt upright, but Sara was expecting it and held her clumsily down. “NOT THE HAIRBRUSH! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T USE THE HAIRBRUSH!”

Sara removed the brush and waited for April to settle down. Then she said “ten. Just ten with the brush, not very hard. Then I’ll get the ice. I promise.”

April looked hard and desperately into her disciplinarian’s face. Sara looked so confident, so much in her element. April met her gaze very carefully. After about ten seconds, she slowly nodded yes, and lowered her head back into position.

The plastic hairbrush moved up and down her cheek, its weight resting on the inside of her crack, its bristles tickling the inside of the opposite buttock and making April suppress another giggle.

“Behave yourself now, and I‘ll make it feel better. Otherwise, I‘ll spank you every day for a week. Hard.”

And with that, the hairbrush vanished from April’s crack before returning - at a much greater velocity - to her left sit spot. April yelled and lurched, but Sara kept her down while the hairbrush repeated its forceful kiss on the opposite cheek. Three seconds later, another splat, exactly on top of the second one. The fourth came faster, and again on the same side. April’s right cheek felt like it would burst open at the next spank, but the next one landed on the left. Sara increased the speed of the paddling, thoroughly enjoying the sight of April’s fat ass - already so bruised and welted - wobbling madly as she punished it hard and fast. After the ninth stroke, she waited for a moment before bringing it down at full force on the center of her bum, making both cheeks bounce aside and making April screech over the loud, fleshy CRACK! of the hairbrush. Then she was done.

Sara replaced the hairbrush on her bedside table and began petting April’s dark blonde hair. April was sobbing again; not too hard, but clearly in a lot of pain. Sara stroked the back of her head like a kitten and massaged her back while April made occasional attempts to rub her backside, but gave up when her hand hurt more than helping.

“There’s a tray of ice cubes in the freezer,” Sara said when the sobbing had ended, “bring ’em over.”

Sniffing the last of the tears and snot back into her nose, April got up and (after discarding the skirt, as even it was now painful to wear) walked delicately out of the room, Sara eyeing her mottled red and purple fanny as she stepped. When she returned with the ice, Sara pulled her back over her lap. April gasped when Sara gently touched an ice cube to the lower middle of her left cheek, where the bruising was worst. She wriggled and breathed loudly as the melting ice was brought, slowly and gently, around the extensive surface of her rear, leaving a trail of instant relief that slowly melted back into pain in its wake.

“Feel good?” Sara asked as she spread the ice over both of April’s immense hemispheres. April nodded, her body trembling as icemelt trickled down the valley toward her anus. Noticing April’s strong reaction, Sara moved the ice cube itself down toward the crevice, making April kick a little as the freezing object pushed against some sensitive skin.

Sara chuckled. “No kicking.” She gave April a light spank with her free hand that convinced her to try to keep still.

When Sara was done cooling that area, she moved down to the sit spots, quickly melting an entire ice cube over those purple, lower chubs and starting on another. As she worked at her lower buns, she leaned a little further over and peeked between her legs.

“That didn‘t all come from the ice, did it?” Sara whispered knowingly, mischievously. April groaned in embarrassment and started to close her thighs, but Sara put her hand in between.

“Let me see.”

April felt a finger trace around the perimeter of her clean-shaven vagina, pulling itself away across her skin to spread the warm fluids before returning. Sara ventured a little deeper toward the middle, and April shuddered involuntarily across her lap.

“That’s pretty naughty of you, April,” Sara said as she continued applying the ice with one hand and venturing into April’s damp folds with the other, “but it explains a lot.”

Suddenly, Sara touched the ice to April’s open vulva, making her jump an inch off her lap. Sara laughed heartily and moved her probing arm upward to press down hard on April’s back. With her roommate securely pinned, she started tracing around her vagina again, first with her cool fingertips, and then with the freezing ice. The mix of sensations dazed April. She couldn’t think clearly at all, and she had no idea how she was supposed to react.

“You’re such a sexy little girl. And so submissive. I bet you’ve been making me mad on purpose, haven’t you?”

April didn’t answer. She honestly didn’t know the answer. Avoiding the question, she just let herself slide back into a world of pure sensation as Sara’s fingers stopped playing around and made their way into her waiting tunnel. The horniness she had left over from Kevin’s spanking had resurfaced. This was a moment of weakness, and Sara was taking full advantage of it.

April’s moans took on a different tune when Sara’s fingering was accompanied by the tip of an ice cube being pressed against her back door. April looked back around at her leering companion and started to protest, but Sara gave her a look that shut her up. Gasping, bouncing hilariously around to deal with the cold, April shut her eyes and was introduced to a strange new feeling as Sara slowly, rhythmically pushed the ice cube into her anus, while she fingered and probed her vagina with her other hand.

“That’s right, keep bouncing,” Sara said as April’s bobbing lower body created friction around her fingers and helped the ice cube work its way into her ass, “pretend like I‘m a couple of guys. Or something.”

April was barely hearing her. She couldn’t stand the freezing inside of her sensitive innards, the burning heat that was coming back in her bottom cheeks, the gyrating invasion of her female orifice…she needed it to stop, to continue, to…

With a loud moan, April’s body seized up. Sara kept pushing in and out of both openings without breaking pace, pushing her roommate over the edge and all the way down into the soil at the bottom of the canyon. Finally, when April started shivering in real pain, she removed the ice cube and used both hands to gently fondle her bottom. April lay across her knees, twitching, as she recovered from the strangest, most painful orgasm of her young life.

“You’ll sleep in my bed tonight,” said Sara.

April turned over on her side and let Sara spoon her in her taller, muscular body. Sara’s pubic hair was scratching her sore ass, but April knew better than to make an issue of it. As Sara’s hand reached over her body and started pulling off her bra, April remembered that she had promised Kevin she would see him again tonight, and realized that he wouldn’t be happy with her negligence. She whimpered in dread at what the morning would bring.

But for now, she fell into a contented sleep.