Paddling Team (chapter one)

Alex wasn’t known for being punctual, but this afternoon he made sure he was at the gym five minutes early. Today was the last day of tryouts, which meant he had to make damn sure he was on top of his game. For the millionth time, he cursed himself for procrastinating this long; now that time was running out, he was dangerously low on options…and the ones that were left didn‘t exactly play to his strengths. Sadly, aside from hiking and bike-riding he wasn’t too much of an athlete. He just hoped to god that he was enough of one to make the team.

The nineteen year old college freshman had gotten himself into a bit of a pickle. Due to his impressive grades and exemplary citizenship in high school, the institution was willing to waive 75% of his tuition…on two conditions. The first was that he maintain a Grade Point Average of 3.5 or higher; no problem, he was going for a history major. The second was that he participate in at least two official extracurricular clubs or activities per semester, one of which had to be a competitive, intramural event. This shouldn’t have been a problem either, had he not listened to the drunken frat boys who assured him that there were always plenty of open slots and that he shouldn’t hurry. Note to self: avoid the Greek scene from now on.

“Alex?” A female voice came from behind him. “Hi!”

Alex turned to see Jill striding up to the gym. Jill’s was a very distinctive appearance. She was the tallest woman Alex had ever met, her 6’2’’ frame giving her four inches over himself, along with almost everyone else. Hell, she was probably one of the tallest people he had met. With her blue eyes and long, platinum blonde hair, Alex thought she looked like a Valkyrie out of some Norse opera. The first thing he had said to her, when they met in Classics last week, was “Hello, I’m Alex. Wow, you’re really tall.” Jill had blushed and shaken her head at him, but she didn’t seem to take it in a bad way. She had continued sitting next to him, and usually provided conversation on the way out of the building.

“Oh, hey there!” Alex replied as she came up to the door. “Here for paddling tryouts?”

She shook her head. “I’m already on the team. Its, like, my favorite sport.”

She smiled broadly. Jill had this wide, full-cheeked grin and freckled, girlish face that looked almost out of place on her stature. Alex smiled back. “I used to be pretty good back in middle school,” he said, recalling his sea-kayak trips around Pudget Sound, “but…uh…its kinda been awhile.”

“Oh, don‘t worry, I‘m sure you‘ll do fine.” She sounded like she meant it, which honestly confused Alex a bit; his arms were not exactly bulging. “You want to work together?”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Together? They don’t have the new people together for tryouts?”

“What?” Jill gave him an incredulous stare. “Is that really how they do it in Washington? You can get really hurt if the top isn‘t experienced.”

Alex had never heard the word “top” used in association with paddling. Granted, it was several years since he’d touched a rowboat, but he could have sworn the two positions were “front” and “back.” Maybe it was an east coast thing.

“I guess I‘m just a super badass then,” Alex shrugged.

Jill chuckled, looking at Alex in what almost seemed an appraising manner. “I guess we’ll see.”

“So,” Alex said, deciding to change the subject before he made himself look too ignorant, “how‘d the cupcakes turn out?”

Jill’s eyes lit up. “Oh, they were great! I made that mocha frosting you told me about, and…here, I took a picture!”

She eagerly fished out her cell phone and showed him the cupcake platter she had been planning earlier that week. They talked about baking until the rest of the team started to arrive, at which point Jill started introducing Alex around. Strangely, almost all of them were girls. For a moment, Alex was afraid he had accidentally showed up for women’s tryouts, but there were a couple other guys. Finally, the gym door opened, and they filed in.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Jill pointed when Alex tried to follow her. Alex was confused.

“We‘re not changing up at the lake?”

“Lake?” Jill looked at him blankly. “Why would we go there?”

…

The men’s locker room was nearly empty - just Alex and two other guys, both of them upperclassmen. In it had been a hamper containing a number of one-size-fits-all uniforms that looked nothing like the wet suit Alex had worn in middle school. A white muscle shirt with a black number “05” on the front, a pair of skintight white polyester shorts that Alex felt embarrassed just looking at, and slippers. The hell? He had asked one of the older guys about the uniforms, to which he replied “what about them?”

No wet suits, and no lake. Were they just going to be paddling across the gymnasium swimming pool or something?

Alex looked at himself in the mirror before following the others out into the gym. The muscle shirt hung loosely around his torso, displaying his none-too-great arms and upper chest. The swimming trunks (or whatever they were supposed to be) were the exact opposite, squeezing his hips and upper thighs like a constrictor snake. Turning around, he saw a shamefully prominent bulge at the front; damn, it hadn’t looked so noticeable from above! The other two boys had the same problem with their own uniform bottoms, but they seemed nonchalant about it. Alex decided he should try and act the same, but it wasn’t easy. He just hoped he could avoid paying too much attention to the girls…

After trying in vain to adjust the front of his trunks, Alex gave himself one last look in the mirror. A tan-skinned (from his Mexican half) and reddish-brown haired (from his Irish half) young man, broad shouldered and on the tall side, was framed half-nakedly against the wall of lockers. His arms and legs were on the thicker side, and there was a bit of a pectoral bulge over the low collar of the shirt, but his torso could still hold a lot more muscle mass than it currently did; overall, he was a lot fitter below the waistline than above it, which did little for rowing a boat. The bits of white cloth and polyester didn’t look right on him - like he was too small for the shirt and too big for the trunks - and the bright white was too vivid against his complexion.

He shook his head. There were just too many things about this practice that didn’t add up.

…

Everyone paired up as soon as they entered the gym. Most of the girls were coupled with another of their kind, aside from the two who had snapped up Alex’s peers. It didn’t take him long to spot Jill, on account of her being almost half a head taller than the next biggest person. She smiled encouragingly as they crossed the room toward each other.

“It looks good on you!” She insisted.

Alex snorted. “I guess you‘re more into baking than fashion.”

She gasped in mock offense. “Oh, shut up!”

However ambivalent Alex was about his own uniform, there was no denying that Jill looked absolutely stunning in hers. Her shirt and trunks were pale gray rather than white, and fit her just tightly enough to show off her strong, buxom figure without squeezing too tight. As his eyes fell over her tall, well-highlighted body, Alex felt his trunks getting tighter; he carefully reminded himself to stop checking out his teammates and get back to worrying about tryouts.

Judging by the presence of Jill’s name emblazoned in black letters next to the number 09, this suit had been fitted for her. Hopefully, Alex would be granted the same privilege when he made the team. Well, if I make the team.

“What’s with the different uniform colors?” Alex asked as he peered around the room.

Jill gave him that incredulous look again, like she couldn‘t believe he didn‘t know this. “Gray is top, white is bottom.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. There had only been one hamper in the men’s locker room, and it had been full of white uniforms. The women, from what he could see, were divided pretty evenly between white and gray. While Alex didn’t especially care which side of the canoe he sat in, he couldn’t help but feel just a little discriminated against. Maybe the coach is some crazy feminist or something, and she wants the girls to steer? The more he thought about it, the less likely that seemed.

“Here she comes,” Jill whispered as the door opened again, “ready to blow Coach Johnston away?”

“I’ll blow out every candle on her cake,” replied Alex in the most ridiculously macho whisper he could produce.

Jill laughed, shaking her head and putting a hand over her eyes. “That sounded so dirty.”

“Well you sound like you’ve got your mind in the gutter.”

She rolled her eyes with a bit of a blush. Jill seemed to blush as easily as she smiled.

Coach Diane Johnston turned out to be an African American woman, big boned and thickly built, with heavyset features and an impressive musculature that showed through her full gym suit. Alex guessed her age at a very fit and athletic forty.

“Good morning,” her voice was deep and throaty, “welcome, newcomers, and welcome back team. I was very glad to learn how many new faces there would be for this year‘s women‘s paddling team, and I‘m even gladder to see you all for myself. As some of you know, this is only the third year we‘ve had a team, and I hope with this many of you we can finally go all the way to nationals.”

Alex did a double take. Did she just say women’s paddling team? He could have sworn she said that. He quickly looked around at the other two guys; they looked kind of nervous and jumpy, but they hadn’t left the room. And there was a hamper of uniforms in the men’s locker room, wasn’t there? Alex felt the uncomfortable, visceral sensation that comes with not knowing if you’ve just made a major screw-up.

“Most of you know that we compete in three separate events,” Coach Johnston went on, pacing in front of her lined-up protégés, “timed, endurance, and skit paddling. Every pair is expected to participate in at least two of those events, but as your coach, I‘ll appreciate it if you try for all three. There are some different skillsets involved in each one - especially the skits, which take a little drama acting - but when you‘ve gotten yourself into the right headspace, you‘ll find they can all be mastered.”

Alex wasn’t sure he understood three consecutive words that she was saying. All this talk of acting skits and headspace, and still not a drop of water in sight? The writhing in his stomach got worse when Johnston walked past him. The more he watched her, the more Alex realized what an impressive figure of a woman Diane was. Her very dark complexion and classic, African lips worked a strange kind of chemistry with her domineering voice and body language, reminding Alex again of just how tightly his trunks fit him. Great, Alex thought as he tried to get ahold of himself, my arms are skinny, I look like a dork in this suit, and now if I‘m not careful I‘m going to burst out of these goddamned hotpants things in front of the whole bridge club, or whatever the hell this is.

Alex was grateful when Diane clapped her hands sharply and told them to start doing warmups. After however many stretches, pushups, jumping jacks, and situps, Diane told them all to pair back up, each veteran team member making sure that there were no free neophytes before picking another of their own. Jill happily took Alex by the arm and led him to the right side of the gym, where the other newbie teams were concentrated. Leaning against the bleachers were a number of armless folding chairs, and before them was a large, white box. Diane positioned herself by these before speaking again.

“Since some of you haven‘t done this before, I‘m going to demonstrate before you start. Everyone watch me very carefully, especially prospective tops. If you don‘t pay attention, you could end up hurting your bottom, and then its off the team.” She looked much more serious as she said this bit, looking back and forth to make eye contact with every single student. Despite apparently being a “bottom,” Alex recoiled a bit from her stare.

“Courtney, come here.”

A big, slightly chubby girl in a gray uniform reading “01: Courtney” came forward. She was only around average height, but with a very thick, heavy figure; a stocky mixture of muscle and pudge. She was cute, in an unconventional way: Greek features, big bust, and - most apparently from where Alex was standing - what had to be the largest rear end in proportion to the rest of her body that Alex had ever seen. Despite having a fitted uniform, her gray trunks were tight in the back, making each mighty bounce and wobble only too visible as she walked. Alex mentally slapped himself again and looked back up. He noticed Jill watching him coyly out of the corner of her eye. It was now his turn to blush.

“Courtney Aniksos is your team captain. Courtney’s normally a top, but as captain she’s going to play the bottom for me.”

Courtney grinned and curtsied. A few people laughed.

“Since this is our first practice of the term, we‘re going to spend most of today doing counting exercises. Courtney, set up a chair.”

Courtney grinned sheepishly and looked at the floor. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, before taking one of the folding chairs from the wall and opening it facing the others.

“Ma‘am,” the coach repeated meaningfully, looking into everyone’s eyes again, “from the moment you start the routine, bottoms must address their tops as ‘ma’am’ unless they’re told to do something else. That’s going to be very important for skits, so you’d better get into the habit now.”

As Diane seated herself on the chair, Alex turned his utterly bewildered face up at Jill.

“What the hell is this?” He whispered.

“Shush,” Jill shushed him, looking surprised at his interruption, “this is important, watch!”

Before Alex’s disbelieving eyes, the older woman gave Courtney a cross look and urgently patted her thigh. “Bend over.” Still grinning sheepishly, Courtney leaned over Diane’s lap and planted her hands on the floor, so that she was arched over the coach’s thighs. With a bit of help from Diane, she was soon positioned so that her oversized bottom was resting right over the center of the coach’s lap, its immense, tightly-clothed underside open to Diane’s right.

“Over-The-Knee is the standard position used in American Paddling Association meets. OTK is comfortable for the bottom and gives the top plenty of room to work. If the bottoms can‘t hold still, their tops can restrain them by resting their left arms on the lower back, like this, and leaning in. As you can see, I don’t lean too hard; I want to hold Courtney down, not crush her.”

Leaning over her “bottom,” Diane’s face was held closer to her audience, giving her powerful body an almost predatory silhouette. Courtney was taking deep breaths, as if preparing herself for something strenuous. Diane waved her free right arm a few times to warm it up.

“For longer exercises, we‘ll use a safe word, but to start we‘re just going to do a thirty count warmup and a ten count paddling. For warmups, you cup your hand just a little, and bring it down while flicking your wrist, like your arm is made of leather.”

And then, before Alex could convince himself that this was really happening, Diane brought her slightly-cupped right hand down against Courtney’s upturned buttocks.

Snap!

Courtney jerked a little and let out a soft “ooh…” Alex’s eyes snapped open wide. He looked around at the others. Everyone else was either watching closely, with a mystified excitement or apprehension, or (in the case of the veterans), tapping their toes waiting for the demonstration to be over. Paddling team, Alex thought, paddling team. On the website there was a boating team, and there was a paddling team.

Damnit, I thought it was a typo!

“Remember, the warmup starts out light, just hard enough to sting. Each slap should be just slightly harder than the one before. For beginners, its good technique to switch cheeks every time you slap. Like so.”

Snap! The other side of Courtney’s bulging ass was paid a visit by Coach Diane Johnston’s palm. Courtney’s body shivered again as each ample bottom cheek shook and jiggled under her gray trunks. Alex felt his eyes gluing themselves to Courtney’s besieged backside as its owner gasped. The way Diane made it shake was hypnotic.

“Count your strokes,” Diane advised, “if you have trouble doing that, count out loud. Start with two seconds between strokes - one Mississippi, two Mississippi - and speed up after fifteen. Remember,” she slapped Courtney’s bottom again, “each stroke is just a little harder than the last!”

Her hand came down again on the opposite cheek, and then - almost exactly two seconds later - revisited its twin. Courtney’s trembling and gasps made it clear that these were getting more painful. Five…six…seven…

Alex looked up at Jill. She looked excited, and impatient. Oh god. He was a bottom wasn‘t he? It really was a women‘s paddling team; only women could do the paddling! For Alex, everything seemed to slow down into a waterlogged dream-time. His brain was locked in disbelief. His heart was racing. His eyes were captivated. The only sensation in his body was a growing discomfort down below, as his penis fought to stand up against his tight shorts; he tried to avert his gaze from Courtney’s bouncing ass and Diane’s domineering face, but they wouldn’t obey.

At fifteen, Diane doubled her speed, striking the captain’s big ass every second. Courtney was writhing now, gasping sharply after each loud slap set her immense buttocks dancing. The spanking grew harder, as did the resulting vibrations, and soon Courtney was kicking her legs a little and wincing painfully. The younger girls present all pressed in, eager to see the details of their captain’s chastisement. Some gray-garbed applicants looked excited. Their white-clad counterparts did not. When the thirtieth smack landed, Diane left her hand on Courtney’s quivering, oversized ass and addressed her.

“Fetch me a paddle and get back in position. No rubbing!”

While Diane explained that rubbing or grasping one’s own hindquarters was not permitted during the exercises, Courtney opened the box and took out a big, plastic spanking paddle. It was rectangular, about twelve inches long, and had “American Paddling Association” printed on the blade. Her face hardly betraying the sting she must have felt, Courtney handed the paddle to Diane and climbed obediently back over her lap.

“I want you to count these,” she commanded her victim. Courtney nodded reluctantly. Before Alex’s still-widening eyes, Diane raised the paddle and brought it down right on the very center of Courtney’s fat bottom.

“ONE!”

Courtney’s entire body buckled under the paddle as her massive tush shook like two scoops of jello in a tight, gray wrapping. She was still grimacing with pain from the first stroke when the clear plastic cut into her bottom again, sending the flesh splashing away from the part that it flattened in a great wave. The instant the paddle cracked into her ass, Alex felt the tension in his shorts skyrocket. He tried to stand at an angle that made the bulge less visible, as the coach raised her arm again.

“TWO!”

Diane delivered each paddle lick as soon as Courtney was finished counting the previous one. After five, she stopped for a moment and gently fondled her student’s ass with her left hand, taking her weight momentarily off of Courtney’s back.

“This is why the warm up is important. If I swing like this without getting the blood flowing, I could bruise her for weeks.”

She emphasized this point by making the sixth stroke the hardest so far. Alex’s eyes were glued to the scene as the demonstration came to its end. He had actually lost the sensation in most of his body by the time Diane lifted the paddle after the tenth stroke and told Courtney she could rub now. Jumping to her feet, the team captain quickly enjoyed her new privilege.

“Owww…” she muttered, giving her mentor a look of half-serious reproach as she furiously kneaded her own behind. There was some deliberate drama in the way she conducted herself, but the pain was clearly genuine. Alex winced. Jill looked frighteningly peppy.

Diane stood up and placed the paddle back in the box. “Set up the chairs in a line. New people on this side, veterans over there. There’s enough chairs and paddles for everyone. I’ll be walking past to help you out.”

Courtney hotfooted it back to her partner, hands still clutching her hindquarters. Before Alex knew it, Jill had unfolded a chair toward the end of the line, and was beckoning him toward it. She was already holding a standard issue APA paddle.

“Come on,” said Jill, smiling coyly as she pushed some platinum blonde bangs out of her eyes, “you‘ve got some birthday candles to blow out.”

Alex stammered. Around them, other duos were getting themselves into position. One of the veterans was already positioning someone over her knee.

“Um…”

Jill raised an eyebrow. “Are you feeling alright?”

For a moment, Alex was stuck staring into Jill’s concerned face, trying to articulate the many, many problems he had with this situation. Her large, blue eyes were waiting.

“I…um…I think I may have come to the wrong practice.”

“What?” She gave him a funny look. “You told me you did this in junior high!” She thought for a moment. “Do you mean you thought it was coed? I know, there should really be a boys’ team, but the board of-”

“No,” he said sharply, making her recoil a bit, “I didn‘t think that.” He felt momentarily bad about interrupting her, but the fact that she was about to gleefully beat him with a paddle made Alex less concerned about cordiality. Alex just hoped she didn’t notice that his penis was doing its best to rip his shorts out of its way; watching the demonstration had effected him in a way he wasn‘t comfortable with watching someone in pain effecting him. “I…”

As he looked up into Jill’s curious, blue eyes, he thought carefully. If he explained his mistake, it was doubtful that he would be able to switch into a different team in time for the scholarship cut. While he could probably stall for a few days by visiting the office and making appointments with whatever Dean was in charge of this stuff, that would mean a LOT of hours dealing with the bureaucracy and an even metric fuckton of frustration and headaches. He could tell Coach Johnston his problem and hope she would let him stay on the team without participating until he could switch into something else, but something told him Diane would not appreciate that. And really, it was his own fault he was in this situation. He hadn’t bothered reading the description of this so-called “sport” before signing up for it, and he hadn’t bothered getting his extracurricular taken care of back when everyone else was doing it. Did he really want to start off his college career by throwing his stupid mistakes at other people?

“I…”

Jill looked like she was starting to worry about his health.

“…I didn’t think they were birthday candles. I was expecting more of an anniversary cake.”

For a moment, Jill stared at him in open mouthed disbelief. Then, with a most unladylike snort, she doubled over and started chuckling into her palm.

“I don’t even…” she said between chuckles, her platinum hair rippling around her head, “oh, I‘m going to make you sorry!”

Still giggling and shaking her head, the brobdignagian blonde seated herself in the folding chair, put the paddle down on the floor, and pointed at her lap. “Bend over, goofball.”

Alex stared at her thighs like a political idealist at the guillotine. Was he really going to be…beaten…paddled…oh, enough beating around the bush…spanked by one of his fellow students? By the cupcake girl? Unfortunately, “yes” was the only answer that wouldn’t put his life plans in jeopardy.

Trying not to betray his shame and trepidation, Alex stood to Jill’s right and awkwardly lowered himself over her thighs. He hesitated before putting a hand on her exposed knee (her shorts stopped just above them); she nodded encouragingly, so he put down his hand on her skin to support himself. Just before lying down, he stealthily pulled out his waistband so that his dick could uncoil itself and rest along his belly. Damn, the head was poking out from his waistband, wasn’t it? Praying to every god he had ever heard of that Jill wouldn’t feel that, he put his hands on the floor and let his body rest on her lap. I hope all this blood rushing to my head will drain some out of my cock. After a few seconds, Alex was mortified to learn that it wouldn’t.

“Alright you bad little boy,” Jill chimed as she shifted him over her thighs into just the right position, “I hope you‘re ready for this.”

“Don‘t worry, I want that cake too.”

“Oh please…”

She pushed him a little bit further forward, so that the mysterious protrusion wasn’t digging into her thigh as much. The ill-fitting trunks held Alex’s nates high above his thighs, forming a prominent dome that pointed at the ceiling. His legs and butt really were better toned than the rest of him; Jill had caught occasional glimpses of this in Classics class, but this was the best look she had gotten. She caught herself humming a bit under her breath, and hoped Alex didn’t notice. For his part, Alex felt himself being ground against Jill’s thick lap, her soft skin and the taught musculature beneath very perceptible under the thin fabric. His erection wasn’t going away - being mashed against her legs just seemed to stimulate it. Alex winced. Getting a boner during a presentation in class or something was an acceptable hardship that came with growing up male, but in this situation? Much more unfortunate.

“You comfy?” Jill asked as she rested a firm hand on his back.

“As close as I‘m going to get,” he replied, holding his head a little higher to minimize the dizziness. He was becoming aware that his buttocks were currently the highest part of his body, making them just embarrassingly conspicuous. And vulnerable. A strange shiver whose nature Alex couldn’t quite grasp ran through his flesh.

“Alright!” She said excitedly, “Warm up time!”

The first, forceful handprint appeared on Alex’s right butt, sending a wet, smacking sound into the air. He jumped a little in place; he hadn’t been expecting it yet. The burn took a second to start, but once it did his first impulse was to reach back and grab his mistreated cheek.

“Hey, that‘s not allowed!” Jill intercepted his hand and gripped his wrist, startling him with her strength. “Hands stay on the floor until I say.”

She released his hand, leaning more strongly on his back to remind him who was in charge. As she leaned in, Alex felt a faint glimmer of warmth on his back, which he knew was body heat from her overhanging chest. His face burned as he replaced his hand on the hard floor, but his manhood grew stiffer against her meaty lap.

He was more ready for the next slap, which imparted its sting on his left cheek, and for the third which came again on the right. After that, Jill started spanking harder, and the two Mississippi’s that Alex was counting in his head started being cut off as her pace increased.

“Hey, you‘re speeding up!” He protested, looking back over his shoulder to see her smiling over his helpless body.

“Oh, that‘s just my technique. Diane has the new tops start with doubling speed after fifteen, but once you‘ve learned that you can do all kinds of things.”

She then slapped him three times, very fast, in a row, presumably to make up for the interruption. Alex almost grunted out loud - it was really starting to hurt!

Ten…eleven…twelve…by fifteen, she wasn’t even waiting a second between wristy slaps. Alex grimaced as he felt his body starting to involuntarily cringe away from her hand, grinding him forward into her lap. The thin, soft fabric of their uniform bottoms tickled him as he rolled over it, and the topography of her thighs created an uneven surface that created a kind of massage. If it weren’t for the pain in his ass, the sensation might have even been pleasurable. Seventeen…eighteen…Alex thought she must have been using her full strength now, and Jill was every bit as strong as you’d expect a towering Viking lass to be. He felt her weight crushing him against her thighs as she leaned on her left arm, locking him in place as her right arm swung harder and faster, each burning palm falling on the ones before.

“Awww,” she said as she slapped him twice, very hard, right in the center of his sit spot, “didn‘t - SLAP - you say - SMACK - you‘ve been - SMACK - doing this - WAP since middle school?”

Alex tried to think of a snappy answer, but the merciless smacking and growing pain interfered with his thoughts. By the time she reached thirty, he had lost count; it was all he could do not to cry out or start struggling like a baby.

“I’ll bet your all warmed up,” Jill said, teasing the undersides of his buttcheeks with a gentle fingertip, “now we do some paddlin‘. You ready?”

She leaned over toward his head, causing her thighs to shift under him, which made him twitch electrically. He felt her soft, blonde hair falling lightly on his upper back, and just a trace of breast grazing him further down.

“Um…yeah, ” he shifted his hands around, trying to get his confused body back under his control, “paddle. Like we‘re going up the Mississippi.”

Jill didn’t catch the bitterness or wishful thinking in that last sentence. She just affectionately ruffled his hair and leaned over further (ooh, yes) to grab the paddle from the floor (oh no…). He had an obstructed, over-the-shoulder view of the transparent, acrylic blade being lined up behind him before he felt it press against his stinging buns. The flat of the paddle pushing against his beaten cheeks felt good, for a moment; the pressure helped keep the sting away. An instant later, however, the pressure was gone, and Jill was lifting the American Paddling Association Standard Issue up to shoulder height.

“Playtime’s over,” she half said, half sang as she pushed her considerable weight back onto her left arm, holding him down, “hope you‘re nice and warm back there!”

Alex reflexively tensed his buttocks when he heard the paddle whoosh through the air. When its unbreakable surface impacted his taught flesh, he was immediately sorry he had done that.

CRACK!!!

Alex immediately raised his body like a cobra, legs twitching with the force of the impact. He heard Jill announce “one!” and barely had time to register the second whoosh before a second CRACK landed. The spanking had been painful, but being beaten with something hard and flat on top of already burning flesh?

The third crack came quickly afterward, flattening his buttocks against his hips and forcing those down into Jill’s thighs, crushing his manhood against her thinly-garbed legs more strongly than ever. He felt a shock of stimulation, but it was drowned out by the pain from the other side as she landed another paddle lick, and then another. Alex looked over his shoulder, then around the gym; everyone was busy with their own exercises. Thank god at least no one was watching him like this…

“How are you two doing?” Coach Johnston’s voice came from behind him.

“Great!” Jill exclaimed, mercifully giving her right arm a rest as she looked up at her mentor. “Alex is as a great bottom.” She took her left hand off his back to give that part of his body a playful swat, making him gasp and tighten up. Even a light smack was like pouring gasoline on the raging fire. His eyes felt watery.

“Hmmhmm,” he heard Diane chuckle, “careful you don‘t overdo it. Pace yourself more; give him another second after each lick.”

“Right. I’m sorry, I know this; its been all summer, and I’m out of practice.”

“Don’t worry,” Alex saw Diane flash a brilliantly white smile at Jill, “everyone is. You‘re one of the bests on my team, you‘ll do fine.”

“Thanks.” Jill did her cute, easy blush again.

Alex was about to report on how he was doing, but, at a motion from Diane, Jill raised the paddle again and brought it down for the seventh stroke.

“OW!!!” He finally lost it, shouting in pain at the unexpected, full-force lick. Jill giggled. Diane glared at him disapprovingly for a second, making him turn his burning face back to the floor, before speaking to Jill again.

“Give it a moment now. One…two…eight!”

CRACK!!!

Alex shut his eyes, not wanting to know if the pitiless, older woman was still standing beside his upturned bum, watching it head on as Jill introduced it to the paddle for the ninth and tenth times. His elbows were trembling. His eyelashes felt wet. His underside felt crushed and winded, and his backside was a holocaust of fiery pain.

“Get up and rub.”

Alex awkwardly pried himself out of Jill’s lap and put both hands on his ass. The skintight fabric was holding in the heat, further irritating his inflamed skin with its pressure. It was only a moment before he looked down and noticed that the waistband of his shorts wasn’t quite touching his belly in the very front. He turned his side to jill, praying she hadn’t noticed. How the hell could he still be erect? Perhaps more to the point, why?

“How did I do?” Jill asked excitedly as she stood up.

“Ahhh…” he continued to ruefully rub his ass, turning so that his front was facing the wall, “…great. Best top I‘ve ever had.”

“Awww. Think we can paddle up the Mississippi?”

More like the Amazon.

“Yeah. And back. In..ow…in an evening.”

Alex was relieved that they were given fifteen minutes to recover before the next exercise. He was much less please, however, at the end of that period, when Diane marched in front of her lined up team and announced that it was time for “thirty-lick technique paddling.” No practical demonstration this time; she just explained what had to be done and set them back to work. Once again, Alex found himself across Jill’s ample lap, this time for an unbearable thirty swats from the acrylic paddle. He thought his bottom has been on fire before; now, it was almost numb. On the bright side, his boner at least was starting to lose its enthusiasm. On the dark side, Jill was doing the exact opposite. Toward the end of the exercise, Diane reappeared to watch Jill beat his helpless ass and tell him to keep up the good work. Goddamnit, why did she have to sound so smug when she commented on the mistreatment his lewdly presented butt was enduring?

For the final ten strokes, Jill stood up and put her foot on the chair, making Alex bend over her thigh so she could paddle him over her knee. When she was done, he veritably flew to his feet, stamping his feet and furiously kneading his ass, almost crying with embarrassment. Thank god Diane wasn’t watching at the moment, and everyone else was occupied.

“That’s it for this afternoon,” Diane announced, “I’m happy to say all the newcomers have made the team; you’ll get an email asking for your measurements so we can order fitting uniforms. Bottoms, you’ll each find a cushion in the locker rooms that you can bring to classes with you while your booties are still stinging. I’ll see you all next week!”

…

Alex avoided the other two guys in the locker room. He retreated into one of the shower cubicals and inspected his hindquarters in the mirror. Pink. His skin was bright pink and swollen, with lines battered into the flesh where the edge of the paddle had left its impression. Most embarrassingly, he thought he could make out a number of large, reddish handprints, like some personalized cattle brand, spread out across the rounded undersides of his burning nether cheeks. The shower water stung his beaten ass when he turned on the cold, and burned it when he turned on the hot. He had to grit his teeth and suck in his breath as he quickly went through the shower. Getting dressed again was no fun either; it was all he could do to avoid yelping when he pulled his jeans back up.

As he hurried out of the gym, he thought frantically about how to get out of this. Will they let me switch out before next practice? It’s the early season, people are still adding and dropping activities, right? I swear to god the next time someone tells me the deadlines aren’t important…

On his way out the door, Jill appeared beside him.

“Hey, do you feel like dinner?” She asked, playing a bit with a strand of light blonde hair as she gave him a sideways look.

“Maybe tomorrow. I…uh…have homework.” He avoided making eye contact; he was too humiliated to meet Jill’s gaze after what she had just done to him.

“Oh. Okay.” If he had been looking her in the face, he would have seen her disappointment. “I‘ll Facebook you.”

Jill joined up with Courtney and some of the other girls and headed off in a different direction. Alex power walked back to his dorm, looking around to make sure there was no one looking so he could rub his bottom from time to time. Before he rounded the corner away from the gym, however, he looked back over his shoulder. Jill was walking away with some of the other girls, her tall, broad-shouldered silhouette, trailing platinum hair, and rather large, fleshy bottom bouncing as she stepped. As he watched her retreat, a number of conflicting sensations were felt in Alex’s body. He saw her innocent, girlish smile in his mind’s eye, and then felt the sting of her palm against his ass as she held him down and teased him. For a moment, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was thinking.

He rounded the corner and shook her out of his mind. When he got home, he was going to spend the afternoon on his laptop, trying to determine how and if he could switch out of this so-called “sport” before next week’s butt burning session. After that, he would try and get some sleep. On his stomach.

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.

Backfire 2

I decided to alternate sexes when throwing a new spanker at April. That means chapter 3 is going to have another woman, and 4 will have another man.

And yes, Crazy Dave is someone I actually went to college with.

...


The four of them were sitting in Sara and April’s room. It was the first time all four of them had been together for an extended period, so it was a nice bonding experience. Sara and Stan were sitting next to each other on the couch. Sara was a tall, redheaded tennis champ with a slim, athletic figure. Stan was an equally athletic young man with brown hair, bright green eyes, and a tan. Seated opposite them on a chair was Kevin, with April sitting contentedly in his lap. April was her roommate’s opposite; a short, full-figured, slightly chubby girl with dirty blonde hair that she wore in curls. Kevin was a tall, broad-shouldered African American boy with a distinctive, soft smile.

“And that’s why they call him Crazy Dave,” finished Stan.

“Wow,” said Kevin, shaking his head in disbelief, “I heard a little bit about him before, but that…that‘s just crazy.”

April rolled her eyes. She was the only one in the room who didn’t know Crazy Dave, and this topic of discussion was boring her.

“I just got assigned my Big,” she said, leaning back into Kevin’s chest, “did I tell you?”

Everyone exhaled softly.

“Yeah,” said Kevin, “I think you mentioned it once or twice.”

“Mmhmm. I’m so excited! Sigma Phi Kappa is such a great sorority!”

She danced a little in place, grinding her ass into Kevin’s crotch. This had the effect of reducing his annoyance with her. The other two were less satisfied, though. In particular, Sara was biting her tongue. If April didn’t stop hogging the conversation and talking about herself nonstop, she might be in for a reprimand later on.

Sara and April had been friends since freshman year. A month and a half ago, their roommate relationship had taken an unconventional new direction. Specifically, Sara spanked April. It started when Sara began dating Stan, who April had had a crush on. April didn’t take that too well; she was prone to occasional petulant moods and immature behavior, and the fit she threw over Sara and Stan was nothing short of ridiculous. When all else failed, Sara solved the problem by wrestling her to the ground, ripping off her panties, and giving her the spanking of a lifetime until she was crying like a baby and couldn’t sit comfortably for days. That was Sara’s first (and most severe) disciplinary action toward her roommate, but it was far from the last. Since that day, any selfish or unruly behavior on April’s part had been handled with a session over Sara’s knee. Bare bottom, hand, and-if she had really pissed Sara off-a hard plastic hairbrush. It happened pretty often, at least once a week and usually more often than that. That was one of many reasons why April was glad to have found Kevin; the more time she spent in his dorm, the fewer opportunities Sara had to punish her.

Sara looked at the clock. The pizza should arrive in about ten minutes.

“Hungry?” Stan asked her.

“Just a little.”

“Mmm.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against his body. She murmured softly and played with his hair. Sara missed being able to spank April as often as she could find an excuse. She had been dating Kevin for three weeks now, and was hardly ever around. Sara was happy for her. Kevin was an exceptional catch, and it was good that she had gotten over Stan and found a hotie of her own. But on the other hand, Sara had developed a fondness for spanking her roommate’s wide, jiggly bubble butt. Sure, she had great fun giving it to Stan (her latent dominant inclinations were a big part of what attracted him in the first place, and she didn‘t disappoint), but his ass just wasn’t the eminently spankable cushion that April’s was.

Oblivious to their annoyance, April blabbered on about her new Big Sister for a minute or two until she had to go to the bathroom. Excusing herself, she got out of Kevin’s lap and stalked into the bathroom. All three of the others covertly watched her massive, protruding buttcheeks wobble under her shorts as she went.

“That girl,” said Kevin, smiling and leaning back in the chair, “that girl.”

“She‘s way too into the sorority thing,” said Sara, “I‘m kind of impatient for pledging to be over.”

“Then she‘ll brag about being in,” said Stan, shaking his head a little.

“Hmm,” said Sara, “maybe she needs a spanking.”

Stan blushed and turned his eyes away when Sara uttered the S word. Kevin’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at her curiously.

“A spanking? What?”

“Spanking,” she repeated, “you know, smacking her butt until she learns when to shut up.”

Stan’s face was burning scarlet despite his tan. He was more than aware of Sara and April’s domestic arrangement, and didn’t feel comfortable having it discussed around others. After all, it might lead the conversation in the direction of Sara’s other flagellatory pastimes, which he’d rather the guys not know about. Kevin, however, wasn‘t changing the subject.

“Okay,” he said, half-grinning, “you wanna’ bend her over and spank her, you go right ahead.”

“I think I will.”

Kevin waited for her to laugh. When she didn’t, his eyes widened a little further.

“Wait…you‘re SERIOUS?”

“Yep,” said Sara, “I spank April all the time. Isn‘t that right, Stan?”

She reached around behind Stan’s neck and petted the crook of his chin. Silently cursing his sweetheart, he managed to stammer “yeah. I saw it once.”

Kevin was understandably shocked. He was the first to admit his girlfriend could be a bit childish from time to time, but spanking her? She was a twenty year old woman! As her boyfriend, he felt like he should speak up in her defense, call Sara a pervert or a sadist or something like that. But on the other hand, the image of April getting spanked had a peculiar reaction in his mind. Kevin adored April’s bum. Even with her huge, spherical breasts and soft, creamy, dark blonde hair, it was her best feature. When they were intimate, he always loved fondling, squeezing, and lightly slapping it, and the way it jiggled and rippled when they were going at it doggy-style was nothing short of hypnotic. Now that the idea of April’s naked ass getting spanked by her roommate was in his head, it wouldn’t easily go away.

“But…” Kevin stammered, “…that‘s like…abuse.”

Sara shrugged. “She hasn't called the cops on me yet. And she does behave better afterwards. For awhile, anyway. Here, I‘ll show you.”

The bathroom door was opening. When April came back out, Sara stood up.

“April,” she said seriously, “there‘s something we need to discuss.”

April looked from Kevin to Sara to Stan, her round face wearing a blank expression. “Huh?”

“You've been going on and on about rushing SPK. Nonstop. For weeks. Everybody‘s told you they get the point already, but you still keep derailing our conversations to talk about yourself.”

“Okay, sorry, I‘ll stop.”

“You said that a week ago. Your promise isn‘t enough.”

Kevin watched the proceedings in dazed disbelief. This was a joke, right? Sara was just messing with his mind. She had to be. But then why did Stan look like he wanted to crawl under the bed and hide?

“Um…” April began to look very timid. “Sara,” she stepped closer and leaned in to whisper, “there‘s people over.”

Sara shook her head. “Everyone here‘s seen your ass at least once. I‘m not going to wait and let you spend the night at Kevin‘s until I forget about it.”

April looked mortified. Sara had to suppress a grin. Why the hell was she doing this? For some reason, the prospect of disciplining her unwilling roommate in front of two attractive men gave her an incredible naughty thrill. She hadn’t actually been intending to do it when she raised the subject. But when April came back in the room, her body just took over. Sara thought about dropping it and sitting back down as if nothing had happened, but it was too late to back down now.

April had a total deer-in-the-headlights look. She was positively mortified.

“Here,” Kevin said, starting to stand up, “baby, let‘s go to my room.”

Sara had to think quickly to salvage this situation. Still not sure what exactly had gotten into her, she managed to come up with a response.

“If you let me do it now, I‘ll use my hand on your panties. If you make me wait, you‘ll get the hairbrush. Bare-assed.”

April looked almost ready to cry. Stan was sitting very quietly, not saying a word. As for Kevin…well, he wasn’t at all sure what to do.

“April?” He asked.

April looked desperately around the room, her light blue eyes getting panicked. There was no way out. Either get spanked in front of both their boyfriends right now, or condemn herself to a complete butt-blistering after hours. What the hell was Sara doing? Over the course of the last couple months, she had turned into a complete sadistic bitch, but this was a step beyond even that.

Well, April thought, Sara can spank really hard with her hand, but its not as bad as what she can do with that goddamned brush. They all had seen her naked ass before, hadn’t they? I mean, Kevin loved playing with her ass; he might even enjoy watching this. And Stan…well, this would be nothing new for him. Anything to avoid that hairbrush.

“Okay,” April said timidly, looking at the floor, “you can spank me now.”

“What? April, are you s-”

She cut her boyfriend off. “Yeah yeah, I‘m sure.”

April was blushing even redder than Stan. She looked adorable when she was embarrassed, with her cute, round face screwed up and framed by her dark blonde curls. Grinning evilly, Sara sat down on the couch and patted her thigh. Reluctantly, April dragged her feet over to the couch and, shutting her eyes, laid down over Sara’s lap. Stan got out of the way, making room for April’s legs as she stretched herself across the length of the couch, her enormous bottom raised over Sara’s thighs. April had extremely wide hips for her height, which supported a pair of huge, hemispherical buttocks that now jutted lewdly into the air. If April gained any more weight, she’d be actually fat. As it was, though, she was right at the sweet spot where most of her few extra pounds were carried in her breasts and backside, and just accentuated her voluptuousness.

Sara patted her roommate’s bottom, admiring how it looked in those shorts.

“Aren‘t we forgetting something?”

Groaning, April stood back up and unbuttoned the front of her khaki shorts. Blushing anew, she put her thumbs under the hem and pulled them down, revealing nothing but a lacy black thong underneath. Sara gave an extra-wide smirk before putting a hand on her roommate’s shoulder and gently pulling her back over her lap.

“I…um…” Kevin knew he should leave. He shouldn’t be watching this. He got up to go, but April gave him a pleading look out of the corner of her eye. Right. She’d want his moral support. Biting his lip, Kevin sat back down in the chair, hoping no once could see the outline of his growing erection inside his pants. He felt terrible for enjoying this scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything he could do. He shot a resentful look at Stan, but was surprised to see that Stan was already averting his eyes. Well, at least he was a gentleman.

SLAP!

The sound of hand striking flesh brought Kevin’s eyes back to his girlfriend’s chastisement. April’s right buttock had just been slapped heartily, and was bouncing and jiggling from the force. A second later, Sara had raised her hand again and was swinging it into April’s left cheek.

SPLAT!

Her other buttock now trembled in place. It was a bad day to wear a thong; that thin stripe of cloth wasn’t remotely protecting April’s skin. April grimaced and wriggled a little after each smack, but kept bracing herself for the next. She knew it was about to get much worse.

SMACK!

Sara alternated cheeks, letting her hand fall about once every second. Kevin was sure it hurt; an Amazon like Sara could pack quite a slap. But it didn’t seem to be that bad...

After five smacks to each of April’s wobbling cheeks, all that changed.

Sara suddenly sped up, raising and contracting her arm seemingly as fast as she could. At least two strokes per second, and considerably harder. Sara clenched her jaw and leaned in on April’s back with her left hand to hold her down. This was a necessary precaution, as April had started really writhing and struggling.

“Sara! Ow! No no, I-OW!”

Kevin was transfixed. April’s butt was like a pair of full, fatty moons, whose pale white surfaces were being quickly turned strawberry red. Sara’s hand rose and fell too fast to let the jiggling from the last blow subside by the time the next slap came crashing down. The result was a voluptuous, perpetually bouncing pair of reddening mounds.

“Will you stop babbling about your sorority?”

SMACK! SLAP! SPLAT! SLAP!

“OW! OW! Yes, I‘ll stop! I‘LL STO-OW!!!”

Sara gritted her teeth and leaned in hard with her left arm, holding April securely down. Her right hand was a blur, getting in as many spanks as she possibly could. She abandoned her pattern of alternating cheeks, instead going for a more random assault on April’s fat behind. She gave each swelling, wobbling cheek anywhere from one to seven smacks before attacking the other one, spreading the fire unpredictably into her good friend’s ample, shapely seat. Each palm fell right on the thickest, fleshiest part of each buttock, right where April would have to apply pressure if she wanted to sit down. This was to ensure maximum pain, and maximum jiggle.

“You also haven‘t been doing your chores,” Sara scolded, not breaking pace as her hand continued to demolish April’s tush, “I told you to get paper towels yesterday, I got them last time. You still haven‘t done it!”

SMACK! WAP! SMACK! SPLAT! SPLAT! SMACK! SLAP! The sound of each slap faded into the ones before and after it, the sound of April’s spanking reaching a machinegun rapidity. April couldn’t answer Sara’s accusation; all she could do was hump her body and flail her limbs and cry out for her to stop.

“AAAAHH! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE!!!”

The smacks kept falling at the same pace for well over a minute. Sara’s arm was getting pretty tired by now, so she slowed down, reverting to the one smack per second pace that she had used at the beginning. Each time her hand made contact with April’s big, burning cheeks, she stopped and grabbed her for a moment, groping and feeling at the swollen flesh that she had brought such pain too. Finally, the last two strokes came on either cheek, and Sara took her hand off April’s back.

“All done.”

April was sniffling a little, her eyes starting to get dewy. Her huge butt had two, cherry-red circles on the lower middle part of each cheek, fading away to light pink boundaries on the centers and at the creases of her thighs. As she stood up, Sara raised a hand to gently rub her roommate’s ass, dragging her fingers in a circle across the roasted meat.

“Have we learned our lesson?”

April nodded fervently, both her hands going to her blistered backside. As she rubbed her reddened flesh, she sent more ripples through it, keeping her audience’s attention. When she bent down to pull up her shorts, Sara couldn’t resist giving another hard slap to her outstretched bum, sending an awesome bounce through her flesh and making April yelp and stumble away from the couch before pulling them gingerly back up.

“Well,” said Stan, “I think the pizza’s here by now.”

“Th-that‘s okay,” said Kevin, “I um, I‘ve got pasta in the fridge. Babe, you want to come with me?”

“Ow…yes.” April took Kevin by the hand and let him lead her out of the room. “I‘m…I‘m not really hungry anymore.”

As they went through the door, Kevin looked back at Sara and Stan.

“Well…I‘ll catch you two tonight. Dexter at nine?”

Sara nodded. “Season finale.”

“Right. Um…see ya.”

He gave one last awkward glance at Sara before closing the door behind them.

When the other two were gone, Stan turned to Sara and stared in disbelief.

“I can‘t believe you just did that.”

Sara grinned teasingly.

“I guess we‘re both learning things about me.”

He shook his head.

“You‘re crazy.”

“Mmhmm. You want a turn?”

“Was that a question?”

“Get the brush.”

---

After watching the escapades, Kevin had a rocklike boner to deal with, and April needed some cheering up. Fortunately, both problems were easily solvable.

“Oh yeah! Harder!”

Kevin thrusted his hips forward again, losing himself in the feeling of April’s tight vaginal walls as they constricted around his shaft to the hilt. Despite her wide hips, April’s female passageway was extremely tight. Sometimes, he almost had trouble getting it in. This afternoon though, her throbbing, heavily-lubricated vagina pulled him in eagerly.

“MMMM…!”

He pulled most of his eight and a half inches back out before thrusting again, his penis sliding exuberantly against her slick, hot membranes. There was a satisfying slap when his hips smacked against her hot, well-spanked bottom.

“YES! LIKE THAT!”

Chuckling adoringly at her reactions, Kevin grabbed her short, blonde hair in one hand and teased her massive, hanging breasts with the other. She was on all fours on his bed, with his tall, dark body encapsulating her from behind. She loved it when Kevin took her in this position. It was like being inside of a muscular, heaving castle of man, and having it inside her.

Kevin leaned his head in and nibbled at the crook of her neck, letting her damp hair fill his face. Leaving one hand on her big, squishy breasts, he slipped the other one further below her, feeling his way across her deliciously soft belly and toward her soaked clitoris. He found it, open and waiting for his fingers, and stroked it rhythmically while his penis ground against it from the other side. He was coordinated enough to keep up the thrust as he maneuvered his hands, flexing his big, meaty ass forward and backward against hers.

“Oh god! Yes! That’s it that’s it that’s it!!! AAAHHHHH!”

Her body trembled in convulsive bliss as his hands and cock worked together to push her over the edge. He squeezed and pinched her left nipple as she came, making her gasp abruptly in the middle of her orgasmic moans. Kevin loved her tits. Despite their impressive size and roundness, they weren’t at all saggy. All firm and bouncy, like rubber balls. And the feeling of her huge, fat ass against his crotch…he just didn’t think there was a word in English to describe that.

He pounded his hard, muscular body into her soft, curvy one until the pressure and friction got too much, and he felt her vagina squeezing his cargo loose. He thrusted deeper, each reentry sending a stronger spasm of pleasure through his cock and into his abdomen.

“Ohhh…Owww….AHHHH…!”

He grabbed each of her breasts and squeezed them tightly as his body reared up, hips pushing forward as he poured himself into her. April squealed and wiggled her hips in delight against his tight, muscular flesh as his warm semen spilled into her canal, filling her up. Breathing deeply, body glistening with sweat, Kevin pulled his wet, glistening cock out of her, watching with a sense of accomplishment as the first few drops of his seed came spilling out in its wake.

“Oh god,” whimpered April, collapsing forward onto her belly, “Kev, that was…ohmigod, I came twice that time.”

Kevin laid down on top of her, letting his still hard and throbbing penis rest between her buttocks and laying his hard, muscular torso against her back.

“Twice? I only heard one.”

She nodded insistently. “The second time my throat was dry.”

He chuckled and played with her hair, kissing and nibbling on one of her earlobes. Despite being much taller than her, he found a way to lay his body over hers that allowed all the important parts to touch. Kevin was also well aware of her hot, throbbing buttocks under his cock and lower belly. The heat they gave off in the aftermath of her hard spanking was a new sensation for him, and one that he was quickly coming to love.

Kevin thought he had solved a few mysteries about their sex lives. Normally, April had a very high sex drive, and was just about always ready for a little fun. But from time to time, she was mysteriously unwilling to take her pants off. She’d be as eager as ever to satisfy him with her hands and mouth, but for some reason would not let him reciprocate for anywhere from a few hours to a couple of days. Now he was pretty sure it was because she had just been disciplined by Sara, and didn’t want Kevin to see her candy-red ass. Well, the secret was out now. Despite his innate sense of chivalry, Kevin found himself wondering if April would be spanked again in the near future. There was no doubting that they were both more enthusiastic in the sack after he had witnessed today’s chastisement; he had never managed to give her multiple orgasms before.

They spent the late afternoon cuddling, listening to music, and talking. Kevin was glad when April didn’t mention her sorority a single time. Apparently, Sara was right; maybe April really did need her butt warmed up when she got annoying.

They were just starting to get curious with each other’s bodies again when Kevin happened to look at the clock.

“Woah!”

“Baby, you missed your study group!”

“Mmm?” April rolled over on her back and looked demurely up at him, “Yeah, I know.”

“What? But…April, you missed Monday too.”

April shrugged, smiling cutely. “Oopsie.”

Kevin sat up, looking at his girlfriend. Seeing his upset face, she went on the defensive.

“What‘s the problem? It isn't, like, I‘m going to fail my classes or anything.”

“I thought you joined that one ‘cause you needed help in chem?”

She shrugged. “So? I‘m doing okay this semester.”

“I thought that was because you joined the group?”

She rolled her big, blue eyes. “Ugh. Let‘s talk about something else.”

She moved her body closer to him and wrapped around his front, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing her face against his rounded pecs. Kevin stayed propped up on one arm, looking down at the top of her blonde head.

“Babe, you can‘t keep doing that.”

“Why not?”

She reached around his body and tickled his buttocks. Kevin had a round, West African backside, as tight and muscley as the rest of his body. April was almost as fond of Kevin’s ass as he was of hers, and loved pinching and tickling it when he wasn’t expecting it. This time, though, Kevin didn’t respond by pulling her hair or grabbing her big tits or any of his usual antics. Instead, he was thinking.

April squeezed his left butt cheek, murmuring approvingly at the resilient texture and mass. Slowly, she lifted her head to his raised side and ran her tongue along the side of his stomach, tickling and tingling his skin as it went over the contours of each abdominal muscle. She was trying to get him to forget about her negligence, but he had trouble doing that. The truth was, April really did benefit from those study sessions. She had told him at length about how much trouble she had had in her science classes before she joined the group. She had also mentioned that in the last week or so, her grades had begun slipping again. Kevin knew April could get lazy if she didn’t have someone reminding her of her priorities. Usually, that was easy to do. But this time she wasn’t listening.

As she cooed and rubbed her face in his tummy, Kevin came to a decision.

“April,” he sat up, ignoring her protests as he pulled his body out of her reach, “you‘re going to the next session.”

“Okay. Gee, what‘s the big deal?”

“You said that last time, babe.”

“Whatever. I will.”

Kevin shook his head.

“I don‘t think you mean that.”

She shrugged and reached for his crotch. Her hand never made it there.

Like liquid steel, Kevin sat up and planted his feet on the floor. April looked shocked at this sudden movement, but not nearly as much as when he grabbed her by the torso and hoisted her forward over his lap.

“Hey!” April squealed, “Kev, what are you doing?”

Kevin didn’t answer. Instead, he used one big, strong hand to push April’s back down, making her lie across his thighs. He felt her soft, lower belly rub against his semi-erect penis as she tried in vain to get up; the feeling was electric. However, that wasn’t the point here. Keeping her pinned over his muscular legs, Kevin lowered his other hand to her wide, frantically jiggling buttocks and let them rest on the left cheek. He marveled for the thousandth time at April’s fat, perfectly round and pronounced booty. The redness from Sara’s earlier mistreatment was long gone, leaving it pale white and begging for more color. And she was acting like a lazy little kid. It was a combination that worked to Kevin’s satisfaction.

“Kev, this isn‘t funny! Just let me-”

SLAP!

“OW!”

Kevin’s hard hand blasted into April’s bottom, burning a pale pink handprint against her white flesh.

“Ow! That hurt! Are you crazy? Stop-”

SLAP!

April’s other cheek was spanked, making her squeak and struggle harder. For a moment, Kevin considered stopping. She was a grown woman…wasn’t this abuse? On the other hand, she clearly didn’t much object to Sara’s frequent attentions…and the images Sara had burned into his mind earlier that day had had a profound effect on him. April was a girl who got spanked. Now that he knew that, it subtly changed his perception of her. It just made too much sense.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“OW! OOH! OW!”

She kicked her chubby legs frantically, her hips scissoring back and forth along his thighs. Fortunately, Kevin knew how to deal with this. He had been disciplined in this manner himself during his childhood, and he remembered what his father had done when he put up too much of a fight. Grabbing his struggling girlfriend by the waist and leaning his great bulk down on her, he pulled one leg out from under her and, using an arm, held her thighs down as he put it over her.

“Did Sara put you up to this?! That fucking bitch! No, let me go, you can‘t do this, I‘ll call the cops! I‘ll-”

Kevin now had one dark, well-toned leg over her fleshy thighs and one under her naked waist.putting his left hand on her back again, he returned his attention to her behind. It was cupped against his restraining thigh, its enormous, soft mass sticking teasingly up in the air. It kept wobbling and jiggling as she struggled to get away, making it even harder for Kevin to keep his eyes off those creamy mounds. He lost no time in getting back to work.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Kevin’s hands were much bigger than Sara, and he was stronger as well. Every time his palm exploded against her helpless cheeks, April felt like she had sat on hot coals. One of the things she had been physically attracted to in Kevin was his strong hands…she was regretting that now.

SLAP! WHACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each impact was loud, jarring, and elicited an anguished yelp from April. Kevin was entranced by the feeling of her vibrating flesh under his descending palm, leaving his hand on her ass for a second after each smack to grope and fondle it. But he didn’t go too slow.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Unlike Sara, Kevin didn’t alternate cheeks. He just let his hand burn one stinging rump cheek on and on for ten to fifteen slaps before changing, quickly bringing the other buttock to the same level of redness as its twin. As the spanking went on, April mewling and struggling helplessly against his legs, he began to lecture.

“Babe, you know you have to go to these things.”

His language was tender, though his voice was strict. As he talked, his hand kept beating away at her flesh without breaking pace. He was a basketball player; talking and dribbling at the same time was easy for him.

“Ow! You‘re a fucking psycho, let me-OW!”

He smacked her extra hard, his splayed, inflexible fingers landing on both cheeks at once. April’s ass was already much redder than it had been at the end of Sara’s punishment, with lines of sore crimson outlining the shape of Kevin’s hand.

“I want to make sure you do good.”

SMACK! SMACK!

April couldn’t speak coherently anymore; anytime she tried to open her mouth, the impact of Kevin’s hand forced her to cry out instead. She couldn’t believe this! It was bad enough that Sara had appointed herself disciplinarian, but now Kevin too? And yet…

And yet, being spanked by Kevin was different. Kevin’s strength and overpowering masculinity was something April loved about him. She liked feeling how much bigger and stronger than her he was when he carried her over his shoulder or took her forcefully from behind. She had thought about being spanked for pleasure before; she had even been willing to subject herself to it, when she was still chasing Stan. The pain was fiery and intense, but she could feel her body reacting to it in ways that didn’t make sense. Her tummy was tingling the way it did when he kissed her or nibbled at her neck. Below the searing pain of his chastisement, she thought she felt…aroused?

As April took in the feeling of his smooth thighs beneath her and his now rock-hard cock pushing against her belly, she stopped struggling as much. She wasn’t going to just give up and let him beat her ass with ease, but her heart was no longer completely in her escape attempts. And really, she should be going to her study groups, and this would certainly remind her to attend the next one. Maybe this would actually be helpful, in some weird way?

As April’s screams and cries lowered to a series of whimpers and soft “oh!”’s, Kevin decided to pick up the pace. On one hand, he knew his arm was stronger than Sara’s, and that April’s bum was already well reddened. On the other, he hadn’t been spanking as fast as Sara did, and he wanted to give that a try. Having gotten his fill of fondling, he stopped resting his hand between strokes, doubling his pace without decreasing the force.

SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!!!!

April’s body twitched and slithered every which way between his clamped legs, her writhing pressing his penis irregularly into the bed sheets on which he sat. Oh god, this felt great! He thought he had worshipped his girlfriend’s magnificent rump every way that a guy could, but this was something else. The bouncing and shivering of her rear flesh grew more exaggerated as he spanked her faster, captivating his senses of sight and touch as her dismayed cries massaged his hearing. Haha, he imagined trying to explain this situation to someone else. “Yo Kev, what‘s up?” “Giving my girlfriend a spanking.” "Kay, later bro." It was really a pretty ridiculous situation.

It didn’t seem ridiculous for poor April, though. The pain in her hindquarters had passed the breaking point into numbness, and he was now starting back at the beginning in bringing the agony back into her abused cheeks. The vibrations from his smacks made it all the way through her body, reaching her lush, wimpering lips and quickly tearing eyes. This colossus of manhood had taken control of her, and was having his way. She felt a warm wetness between her upper thighs as she wriggled reflexively under his abuse. Yes. Spank me. I’ve been naughty. Come on, whip my butt, make me sorry! She tried to shake these thoughts out of her head, but it was like trying to deny an emotion. Despite her best efforts, she felt her bottom push itself up against his thigh, trying to stick itself further out into harm’s way.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Oooh! Ahhh... Ow!”

The pain had broken through the numbness again, setting her rear once again on fire. The pain went all the way through her waist to her crotch, where it took the form of pleasure. She felt her thighs and Kevin’s under her get wetter as the spanking continued. Stop now, that’s enough, I’m ready for you! But the smacks kept coming down. The act of spanking April, and her reactions to it, had captivated Kevin in a kind of trance.

Twenty smacks later, he finally stopped. April’s ass was like a ripe cranberry, burned all the way across its considerable surface by Kevin‘s right hand. His hand stung from the seventy or eighty hard slaps he had delivered. April was wriggling and gasping like a fish out of water; Kevin had spanked her as hard as Sara’s worst. But she wasn’t angry at him. He had purged those resistant feelings out of her. She was just…ready.

“I love you, baby,” said Kevin, lifting his thigh off of hers.

April sniffed, blinking two more tears out of her eyes.

“Mmmm…oh god Kev,” she shakily pushed herself up with her arms and turned her tear-stained face to his, “fuck me. Right now!”

Grabbing her around the waist, he pushed her down on her back, relishing her yelp as he put her weight on her ravaged arse, and climbed over her. Helped by one of his hands and one of hers, he forced his cock into her own very wet vagina, penetrating her female center for the second time that day.

He spared no energy in working himself in and out of her as he grabbed her peach-sized tits and kissed her parched lips. April was torn between pain and pleasure as he pounded his engine of delight into her tight, eager vagina while pressing his great weight down on her tortured bum. She thrashed in pain and tried to take the weight off her roasted ass, but he wouldn't let her. He kept pumping down through her body and onto her sit spots, compressing agony and pleasure into one, nameless sensation. She gasped. Panted. Cried. Moaned. Waves of orgasmic energy crackled through her body like lightning, temporary banishing the pain as they painted a flush in her cheeks that almost rivaled the one in her bottom. By the time she felt his warm fluids explode inside of her, she had lost track of how many times she had came.

Kevin pulled out of her, letting her sore vagina recover from its heavy burden. After they had both rested a bit, he bent wordlessly over her parted legs and used his tongue to ease her aching privates. April flipped over on her stomach, taking the weight off her crimson ass and offering it too for Kevin’s ministrations. For ten minutes, he worked his tongue in and around her vagina and over and under her sizzling ass cheeks, bringing her to a mild orgasm once more by the time he was done.

“You‘ll go to your group on Monday?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what‘ll happen if you don‘t?”

“Uh…yeah.”

Kevin nodded, pulling her against him and gently rubbing her very sore ass. As they lay there together, Kevin’s phone rang.

“Yo, its Stan. You guys coming up for Dexter?”

Kevin looked at April. She was already falling asleep. Come to think of it, so was he.

“Nah,” he said, “we‘re tired.”

“Mmkay. Catch you tomorrow.”

…

Back in Sara’s room, Stan put the phone back on the bedside table.

“He says they‘re tired.”

Sara smirked.

“Oh shit, does that mean we’re playing the game again?”

“Ten whenever someone dies. Fifteen when he jokes about it at work.”

“Goddamnit.”

Stan lay over Sara’s lap, putting his already red and sore ass at her mercy. Goddamn Kevin and April. They had no idea…