The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC
EC's Erotic Art & Fiction - http://www.ecgraphicarts.com/

(warnings: corporal punishment, erotic discipline, public nudity, sex between 
adults, references to drug use, references to violence, language)

Chapter 25 - Two freshmen and two mistresses

Jason spent a very bleak New Year’s Eve, sitting alone in the house. His parents 
and sister went to the country club to celebrate New Year’s, in a bizarre fa?ade of 
family unity. Jason couldn’t stomach spending a night at the country club play-
acting with the other members of his family, nor did he have any desire to risk 
running into someone from his high school. He would spend the night alone, since 
not even the maids would be in the house. 

At first Mrs. Schmidt wanted to insist that Jason accompany the rest of the family 
to the country club, but her husband was willing to let the teenager have his way. 
As he put it: “That kid’s a fucking embarrassment, and if he doesn’t want to 
come, that’s fine with me. Let him sit at home and do whatever it is that he does 
when he’s by himself.”

The elder Schmidts and their sullen daughter left the house at about 8:00 p.m. 
Jason, in his normal manner, immediately stripped off his clothes. He was very 
stressed and decided to calm himself down with some exercise. He put on his 
athletic shoes and went running on his father’s treadmill for a full hour. He 
decided to run 10 kilometers and enjoy the feeling of the cool air of the workout 
room on his bare skin. Halfway through the run he stopped to open a window and 
turn off the heat to the room, to feel the cold winter on his unprotected skin. He 
enjoyed running in the cold, although he knew that as soon as he stopped he 
would want to shut the window and warm up. He stretched and then used the 
sauna and hot tub. He finished with swimming for over an hour in the pool, both 
to exercise his muscles from the run and relax. By the time he was finished it was 
past 11:00 p.m.

He went into the main hallway, where there was a full-size mirror mounted on 
one of the closet doors. He studied himself, admiring his attractive body. He felt 
some regret knowing that as far as his health and attractiveness were concerned, 
this was it. He was at the peak of his health. It wasn’t going to get any better. For 
the next 60 years he faced a slow steady decline, which at best he could delay if 
he took proper care of himself. 

He turned around to study his backside in the mirror. His bottom had received 
plenty of attention from his girlfriend over the past semester, ranging from loving 
caresses to savage swats of the belt. His naked backside also had been on display 
to just about everyone in the university, whether in the art classes, or during the 
Tri-Alpha run, or just running up and down the hallway of his dorm. He felt no 
regret or embarrassment that so many people had seen him, because he enjoyed 
being naked in front of other people. He especially enjoyed situations where he 
was the only nude person among a bunch of other people who were dressed. 
Before entering college he had constantly fantasized about that. The year before 
he had felt guilty but, having fulfilled part of his fantasy life, he now had accepted 
that part of himself. 

He ran his hands over his bottom, gently caressing his skin. It felt good, but of 
course it felt so much better when Cecilia was doing it. He thought about how 
much he loved submitting to her, presenting himself and his body for her to spoil 
or discipline, as she saw fit. He became erect as he thought about both Cecilia and 
the exposure of his body to public view. He became even harder as his thoughts 
wandered to her discipline.

So Jason, are you a bad boy? Oh yes, I’m bad. And what do bad boys get, Jason? 
They get punished…punished on the bare bottom…the bare, naked bottom. That’s 
right, Jason, and I’m gonna give you what you need. Yes, what he needed. He 
began massaging his penis with one hand and his bottom with the other, much in 
the same way Cecilia massaged him when she was getting him aroused. 

Over the past semester Cecilia strictly prohibited Jason from masturbating, 
because she wanted to enjoy his sexual energy in its entirety. As she put it: “I’m 
not sharin’ you with a fuckin’ toilet. You’re keepin’ all of it for me.” However, it 
would be another 10 days before he would see her again and he just had to relieve 
himself. He continued massaging his bottom and stroking his erection in front of 
the mirror, as he fantasized about sex, nakedness, and punishment. His mind 
wandered from fantasizing about the erotic spankings she was giving him with the 
leather paddle, to the real thing, the very painful experiences he had endured 
submitting to her belt. 

At that moment he wanted the belt. He wanted to be on his elbows and knees on 
her bed, his bottom properly presented and the heavy leather fiercely biting into 
his sweaty, unprotected skin. He wanted  to be properly punished so he could 
have a good cry. Then, after a good cry, he would kneel and put his arms around 
her while she gently stroked his hair and his teary face. She would tell him that 
everything was OK, that she had forgiven him; that he had been a good boy for 
having taken such a cruel punishment so bravely. Then she would reward him for 
being so brave, gently touching him and granting him permission to enter her. It 
had happened that way a couple times already, and he desperately wanted it to 
happen again. 

He finally went to the closet and got a towel. He returned to his spot in front of 
the mirror, laid the towel on the floor, got back on his knees, and proceeded with 
his orgasm. Again he ran his hand over his bottom as he stroked himself and 
watched his reflection. Yes…Yes…what he needed was another session with the 
belt. Finally he did climax, shooting jets of semen all over the towel. The orgasm 
spent itself as he stopped stroking and caught his breath. However, the fantasy, or 
rather the desire, of submitting a to belt-whipping remained in Jason’s mind. He 
was determined to get his girlfriend to strap him as soon as he got back to 
Huntington Hall from Wisconsin.

The dilemma Jason faced was that Cecilia would never whip him unless she felt 
she had a very good reason. At the same time he didn’t want to do something 
deliberately stupid just to earn a punishment. Then, he figured out there was 
something that most certainly would get her to punish him. He remembered the 
CD of X-rated images saved from his hard-drive taped to the back of the drawer 
of his desk. All he needed to do was pull the CD off the back of the drawer, hand 
it to her, and confess that he had hidden it instead of getting rid of the images. He 
knew what would happen, she wouldn’t exactly lose her temper, because he was 
confessing to something on his own. However, she still would discipline him, 
because he had deceived her. So, that was taken care of. At some point after he 
got back in January he would submit to his third severe punishment.

The thought of another belt-whipping totally terrified him, but it was partly that 
terror that made the need to be punished so vivid and real in his imagination. He 
actually needed to have his bottom severely strapped; to feel real pain and be 
forced to cry. The experience would overwhelm him and allow him to could break 
free from the emotional contamination that had collected in his soul as a result of 
his time at home with his dysfunctional parents. He needed the release a good 
punishment could provide him from this hideous Christmas vacation he was 
enduring with his screwed-up family.

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The week after New Year’s Day was anti-climatic for both Jason and Cecilia. For 
both of them the week was a period of down-time during which they simply 
waited for the university to re-open and to be able to get back together.

Jason spent most of the time alone at home, exercising and swimming while his 
father was at work, his mother was at the country club, and his sister was at 
school. In spite of spending New Year’s Eve together, Jason’s father, mother, and 
sister were not speaking to each other. If any of them had anything to say to one 
of the others, they relayed it through Jason. However, there was little for him to 
relay. He could not imagine his parents communicating very much after the 
confrontations in December. 

Even more worrisome was what had happened to Cassie. Before being so 
thoroughly humiliated by her own father she had been outspoken and boisterous. 
She never had been a very nice person because the influence of her clique, but she 
was someone who was easy to talk to and could express what was on her mind. 
Christmas changed her. She became very quiet, looking at everyone with side-
long glances of sullen resentment. Something in her died that night, and Jason did 
not see how whatever it was that she had lost could be brought back.

Cassie’s relationship with her boyfriend had indeed ended, not so much because 
Mr. Schmidt had insulted him, but because he simply ran off. She couldn’t respect 
him after his display of cowardice, so at one level her father had accomplished 
what he wanted, getting rid of that pothead. However, because he had so brutally 
stamped out her effort to rebel by humiliating her, his daughter now was lost to 
him. Never again would she want to talk to either of her parents nor have any trust 
in them. Instead of rebelling to their faces, she would rebel in secret, not letting 
anyone else in the family know what she was doing. As for the boyfriend, he was 
replaceable. It was not as though the world lacked pot-smokers and useless guys. 
She would find another guy just as useless within a few days and continue her 
downward spiral.

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Cecilia and Suzanne never repeated their sexual encounter. The opportunity to do 
anything outside the RA’s room disappeared with the return of the dorm director 
and the other dorm staff members the day after New Year's. The privacy the two 
women needed for the unique mood that had spurred them to make love had come 
and gone, so their moment of experimentation was over. 

In fact, Cecilia spent New Year’s Eve alone, because Suzanne went to a party 
with a guy from one of her classes. Out of courtesy the photographer had invited 
her, but she could tell that her friend was secretly hoping she would not accept. 
Fine, let her get mixed up with yet another loser, thought Cecilia to herself. 
Anyhow the party was one of those art department get-togethers and she really 
could not stomach the art crowd. Suzanne was OK, but the others… 

Like Jason, Cecilia spent New Year’s Eve masturbating alone. As badly as she 
wanted to call Jason and talk to him, she decided not to, because hearing his voice 
without being able to see him would only make things worse. Ten days…ten more 
days to go before she would see him again; and she was going nuts.

After New Year’s Day, Cecilia continued to model for Suzanne. The nude forays 
around Huntington Hall came to a stop, because the dorm director returned to 
work on January 2. Other RA’s began trickling back, so Cecilia’s last day as duty 
RA was January 5. Instead of modeling around Huntington Hall, Cecilia put on 
her workout clothes and went with Suzanne to the gym to sweat and have her 
pictures taken while working out. Apart from a few pictures taken in the women’s 
locker room, Cecilia kept her clothes on while Suzanne was photographing her.

Suzanne gave her friend some impromptu lessons about picture developing and 
explained what she was after in her photography. She was searching for the sexual 
soul of the ordinary person, attempting to find the inner sexual being of her 
models. She was not interested in photographing anyone who had undergone 
plastic surgery or who was wearing makeup. She wanted to natural, uncovered 
individual, because what she wanted was to capture personality and emotion. 

Cecilia suspected the blatant eroticism in Suzanne’s work was actually an outlet 
for her own sexual frustration. In some ways the photographer fit the description 
of the “tormented artist”, because her chronic bad fortune in relationships was 
vented in her images. Cecilia wanted to point that out to her friend, but did not 
know how to phrase her thoughts to avoid sounding offensive. Besides, what 
Suzanne was putting out was extremely powerful. Cecilia knew that if she were at 
peace with herself the tension in her pictures would be absent.

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Cecilia thought about her own future, and what she wanted to accomplish in the 
spring. As various dorm staff meetings indicated university life shortly would be 
returning to normal, she decided that one issue she wanted to tackle was her 
grammar. There was nothing about her; not her manner of dressing, not the way 
she wrote, and certainly not her tastes in music and popular culture that would 
indicate where she was from. The mean streets of New Jersey were fading into a 
distant memory in Cecilia’s mind after having been away for a year and a half 
attending college classes. 

However, as soon as she opened her mouth…

A year and a half of reading and writing scholarly material in English had done 
little for the Domincan’s manner of expressing herself when she spoke. She was 
becoming frustrated when she noticed snobbish people wincing at her strong East 
Coast accent and occasional lapses in her speech. She had hoped that classes at 
the university would change that, but the biggest improvement had been her 
vocabulary, not the way she spoke. If she really put her mind to it she could tone 
down her accent and grammar, but normally her speech remained stubbornly 
stuck with bad habits acquired from her years growing up.

She decided to tackle the problem of speaking from another angle. If it was so 
hard to improve her English, then why not try improving her Spanish? Cecilia had 
grown up with Spanish in her household and spoke it on a daily basis, but if 
anything, her Spanish was even worse than her English. She had never taken a 
formal class in the language, so her speech was full of Dominican and New Jersey 
street slang and populated with anglicized words. What if she were to take a 
Spanish class at the university level and learn correct “Castillano”, as they put it? 
It was worth a try.

She brought up the issue with Ruth Burnside in an e-mail, asking permission to 
enroll in a third year Spanish grammar class being offered in the spring. The 
economics department had to approve any class Cecilia wanted to take as a 
condition of her scholarship, hence the e-mail. Burnside would have to justify 
allowing her student to take a class outside the department to the scholarship 
committee, but it seemed to her a reasonable request. 

Cecilia finally received the go-ahead to take the Spanish class. She would show 
herself no mercy, deliberately choosing a professor from Madrid who had a 
reputation for harsh grading. When she bought the books and saw what she 
actually would be studying, she had second thoughts about the language project. 
She rebuked herself, thinking no, I’m gonna see this through, even if I do have to 
bust my ass for a Spaniard.

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The day that Jason returned to the university there was another heavy snowstorm. 
Unlike the day after Thanksgiving when Mr. Schmidt managed to beat the snow 
and safely make it to his downtown refuge, during the January trip he and Jason 
were caught right in the middle of a white deluge. Jason’s father was in a totally 
foul mood from having misjudged the weather and spent a good portion of the 
journey savagely cussing out the National Weather Service. The worst part of the 
trip was at the very end, when Jason and his father sat in a long line of parents 
trying to return their sons and daughters to the university. The fact the university’s 
parking and driveways were restricted because they were only partially cleared 
compounded the normal beginning-of-the-semester traffic jam. Jason was hugely 
relieved to finally see the outline of Huntington Hall though the thick snow. His 
father cut off another driver to get a parking spot, exchanged insults with the other 
man, and told Jason to grab his stuff out of the car. Jason quickly complied, and 
with the briefest of good-byes, Mr. Schmidt began the arduous task of getting out 
of the university, after having spent so much effort getting in.

As Jason struggled with his bags in the snow, he could see the RA’s desperately 
shoveling the sidewalks. He thought he recognized Cecilia in the distance with a 
shovel, but knew better than to try to approach her. He would have to handle her 
carefully when he finally did get together with her that evening, because it was 
obvious she was going to be tired and not in a good mood.

The hallway was full of wet freshmen loaded down with suitcases, backpacks, and 
boxes. In spite of the unpleasant trip and the chaos in the dorm, Jason was 
enormously happy to be back. He was free from the confinement of his father’s 
house and the vicious tension between his parents. He would miss his 
grandmother, but she was the only person in Wisconsin he missed. 

As soon as Jason was back in his room there was a lot to take care of. He needed 
to get his things put away before Cecilia came by. That was priority. In contrast 
with his first hours in Huntington Hall during his first semester, his first concern 
was straightening his room. He called his girlfriend’s phone to leave a message 
that he was back, then decided to go to the gym. After a very stressful trip, he had 
plenty of tension to work off. 

Ken was back as well, and happy to go work out with Jason. While working out, 
the two freshmen exchanged their vacation experiences. It turned out the Ken’s 
vacation had gone extremely well in comparison with Jason’s time in Wisconsin. 
Ken had spent a lot of time with his father and obtained his parents’ approval to 
join the Tri-Alphas at the end of the semester. 

Ken also brought Jason a startling piece of news. 

“You know that Mike’s not coming back.”

“What!? But why?”

“He and Lisa split over Christmas. She’ll be back tomorrow, but he’s staying in 
Santa Cruz, and I guess transferring to Berkeley next year.”

Ken relayed what he knew about the break-up. Apparently Mike and Lisa’s 
relationship, while working just fine in California, had become strained in 
Chicago. As the fall semester had progressed, Mike felt more and more out of 
place. Finally decided that he wanted to return to California, where he felt much 
more at home. Lisa, meanwhile, had adapted to the university just fine. Over the 
past four months their interests diverged, and by December it became hard for 
them to even hold a conversation. Mike decided that Chicago was ruining the 
relationship and that he wanted both himself and Lisa to stay in Santa Cruz during 
the spring. Lisa flatly refused, telling Mike that he could do what he wanted, but 
she was going back to the Mid-West. That left Mike in an impossible situation, 
because he had given Lisa an ultimatum; either stay behind in California or break 
up. Lisa called his bluff and Mike had no choice but to tell her she’d be going 
back alone. He was a proud and stubborn person, and was not one to go back on a 
threat. So, Lisa was coming back by herself, without the guy she had been dating 
since she was in high school.

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It already was well after dark with Jason and Ken returned to the dorm. Cecilia 
had left a note on his door, telling him that she was back in her room waiting for 
him. He went to the bathroom, suspecting he might not have the chance to go 
again for a while, and then called her. In a flash she was over to escort him back 
to women’s side of the floor. She passionately hugged and kissed him, but said 
absolutely nothing other than “Come on, let’s get to my room.”

As soon as she had the door shut she grabbed him and kissed him hard. She was 
hot with erotic hunger. Three weeks had gone by since she had last seen him and 
two weeks had gone by since her sexual encounter with Suzanne. The time she 
had spent making love to herself just didn’t satisfy her anymore.

She unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants to his ankles. As usual, Jason wasn’t 
wearing any underwear, so he now was completely nude from his waist to his 
ankles. Cecilia continued to kiss him with complete desperation as she ran her 
hands over his bottom. She pulled at his shirt and looked at him with a wild 
expression that clearly stated, “get this shirt off or I’ll rip it off myself.” Jason 
quickly complied, pulling the shirt over his head. 

Again Cecilia pushed him against the wall. She grabbed his hand and guided it up 
under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. As his fingers brushed up against 
her, he realized she was very wet. He became hard himself, in spite of the rather 
shocking assault he was experiencing. 

She passed him a condom. He would have liked a bit more foreplay, but it was 
obvious that wasn’t going to happen. She needed him inside her, immediately. 
She hopped up on the bed, pulled her skirt up, and waited for him to get the 
condom on and get inside her.

As soon as he was inside of her, she gasped with delight. She pushed up as she 
dug her fingernails into his back and bottom. He thrust for a long time, working 
himself up to his own climax. Then he remembered his secret plan to get her to 
give him another belt-whipping. As the thought of submitting to the belt flashed 
through his mind, Jason’s own arousal took off. He thrust vigorously, dripping 
sweat onto her blouse as that strange fantasy returned to his mind, that vivid 
image of his agonized bottom struggling under the uncompromising strokes of 
that cruel belt. Spank me…spank me…spank me…

Finally he finished, or so he thought. Normally after a vigorous session of 
lovemaking Jason and Cecilia lay together resting for a few minutes, but not that 
night. Her desperate mood was only slightly diminished from the first round of 
sex. He owed her a lot more.

She grabbed a damp washrag and wiped herself off while he pulled off his 
condom. She then grabbed his hand and told him to stand still while she cleaned 
his penis with the cloth. Quickly she pulled off her blouse and skirt and plopped 
back on the bed.

“Jason, get over here!”

It was time for him to pay homage to the Temple of Venus, to bow his head and 
worship the tiny goddess between her legs. She grabbed his hair and guided his 
face into position, making it very clear that he would stop when she told him to 
stop, not a moment sooner. The smell of her arousal hit his senses full-force as he 
began moving his tongue over her very wet vulva. As he had been trained, he very 
slowly worked his way around her labia, teasing her and making her desperate. 
When the moment came, he gently touched his tongue to her clitoris and 
immediately was rewarded with a desperate gasp. As he continued licking, she 
shuttered with the first of several orgasms he would have to give her before being 
allowed to stop. She was in an uncontrolled sexual frenzy that he could only 
satisfy with a lot of patience and hard work.

Jason’s mouth was sore and he was exhausted by the time she allowed him to stop 
licking. However, she still wanted more. She studied her partner. His face was 
tired, but what about the other end? She gently rubbed and kissed his chest and 
thighs, subtly teasing him. She massaged and patted his bottom until she noticed 
his penis stiffening. Then she did the one thing that was sure to get him aroused, 
got into the submissive posture on her elbows and knees, spreading herself and 
shamelessly exposing her most intimate areas to the gaze of her lover. Sure 
enough, that did the trick. He put on a condom and entered her, thrusting 
vigorously and thoroughly enjoying himself. He pushed hard, grabbing her thighs 
as she gasped with the faint high-pitched groans of extreme pleasure. The second 
time was much better for Jason, because he had been able to take his time getting 
properly aroused. The first time had been a bit too rushed because of Cecilia’s 
desperate mood. As always, her needs came before his own needs. However, if he 
was patient enough, she usually saw to it that his needs were taken care of as well. 
That was the unspoken agreement between them. 

Much later, with that sarcastic smile that had so captivated him back at the 
beginning of September, she asked him: “So, you glad to be back?”

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Lisa came back the next morning, in a foul mood because of her recent break-up 
with Mike and an extremely unpleasant trip into Chicago. It was Ken who picked 
her up, given that he was the only person in the group that had a car. 

Lisa saw Ken as harmless, so she unloaded her frustrations on him, giving him the 
details of the fights the preceded the final ultimatum from Mike: either you stay 
here in Santa Cruz or we’re through. They were through.

“It’s weird, before we broke up, I kinda thought I’d be totally fucked-up about it, 
but I’m not. What I felt was a huge relief. I don’t know, I guess he was just 
getting too serious…maybe, getting old a bit faster than me. It wasn’t fun 
anymore.”

Ken confided some details about his own life and talked at length about his 
vacation as they neared the university. He helped Lisa get her things upstairs and 
then the two decided to go back out. The original purpose of their trip was to buy 
some textbooks for their spring classes, but they ended up having some coffee and 
looking into some of the novelty shops around the university. Their explorations 
took them into a sex shop, which prompted Lisa to confide that her sexual 
relationship with Mike was part of the problem that existed between them. 

“Mike has absolutely no imagination when it comes to sex. He always wanted to 
do things the same way, every fucking night. He wouldn’t even try any new 
positions. And what pissed me was that he knew I was getting bored. He’d ask me 
what’s wrong, I’d tell him, but nothing ever changed.”

Lisa and Ken went over to the S&M implements and examined them with vague 
curiosity. There were paddles of various shapes and sizes, floggers, light canes 
that seemed too dry to really make much of an impact, and a couple of replicas of 
the Danubian police switch that were much lighter and flimsier than the real thing. 
Lisa picked up one of the leather paddles, an item that did seem like it would 
deliver a nice sharp sting. Absent-mindedly she made a joking comment that 
made Ken’s heart jump into his throat.

“You know, when you and Jason lost that poker game last fall, this is what I 
should’ve used on you. What do you think?”

Ken’s face was white and his eyes wide.

“Uh…Yeah…”

His heart jumped again as she smacked the implement in her hand a couple of 
times and then hung it back up. He had a furious erection under his pants, which 
he tried to hide by putting his hands in his coat pockets and positioning them to 
cover his front.

Lisa glanced at him. What was going on in his mind was obvious from his 
expression and…his posture. What are you hiding, Ken? Suddenly she realized 
that was indeed what she should have done to him. He wanted to be spanked.

Her thoughts went back to when she had him naked over her lap and could feel 
his very stiff penis poking into her leg. She also remembered how much she 
enjoyed that night, first feeling his body over her lap and then making him do all 
that embarrassing stuff with Jason. What had spoiled the fun was Mike’s 
unpleasant behavior and then the blow-up with Cecilia. 

Of course she had been terrified that Cecilia would turn them in and then…wait a 
minute…

Lisa suddenly understood what was really going on with the RA in her room that 
night, after she had caught Jason and Ken streaking near the library. She was just 
pretending to be so indignant! That was all an act, so she could get Jason under 
her control! Cecilia never had any intention of turning them in! What she wanted 
was Jason! So, the other three had stressed-out over nothing! That little bitch… 

Lisa’s thoughts returned to Ken. She felt a huge desire to “finish the job” with 
him and see where that might lead. She decided that he was destined to go back 
over her lap. Later that night his bottom would be bared and bouncing as his skin 
reddened under her hand. Of course the obvious way to do it simply would be to 
tell him to buy the paddle, walk him back to the dorm, and then spank the hell out 
of him. However, that was too straightforward. Lisa wanted to have some fun 
with Ken and not just start belaboring his bottom right away. She wanted to set up 
the right mood first, and then spank him.

They left the sex shop, with Ken moving uncomfortably as he walked with his 
hands trying to puff out his coat and hide his erection. Lisa suggested stopping at 
a fraternity store and walked up to a wall that displayed various fraternity paddles. 
She absent-mindedly speculated about how much the fraternities actually used the 
paddles, whether the spankings were given bare-bottom or over clothes, and 
whether women were present during the punishments.

“Of course, it’s not really a spanking unless it’s on the bare, and I think if there’s 
guys getting paddled and women aren’t watching, that’s wrong. What’s the point 
of spanking a guy if women can’t watch?”

She glanced over at Ken’s pale face. She thought she could actually hear his heart 
pounding as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Uh…yeah, you’re right. They…shouldn’t be doing it unless they got women 
watching.”

“…and always on the bare, right?”

“Yeah…”

With only a few of the textbooks they originally had planned to purchase, Lisa 
and Ken made their way back to Huntington Hall through the bitter cold and salt-
covered sidewalks. Their conversation drifted back to their vacations and the time 
they spent with their parents. 

Ken mentioned getting together with some of his high school friends and playing 
some Poker with them on New Year’s Eve. He did relatively well, winning some 
money off the others. Lisa responded sarcastically:

“You actually beat them? Then they must be pretty awful, unless you’ve gotten 
any better.”

“Actually I have. One of my brother’s friends taught us some stuff, so I can hold 
my own.”

“That’s bullshit, Ken. You don’t just get better over a Christmas break. It takes 
years.”

“I’m just saying I play better than I did last fall. That’s all I’m saying, Lisa.”

“And so now you think you can keep your clothes on if you play me?”

“I know I’m a lot better than I was last fall. The next time we play, you’ll be 
losing some stuff as well, not just me and Jason. That I know for sure.”

“OK, let’s test that. I’ll bet you that I can strip you and not lose anything more 
than my shoes. If I’m right, then you do what I say for the rest of the night. If you 
can hold out and get anything off of me besides my shoes, then I’m taking you out 
to dinner. Deal?”

“Uh…OK…deal.”

They got back to Huntington Hall. Ken dropped off his coat and books in his 
room and then accompanied Lisa back to her room. Without directly saying it, 
Ken had told Lisa that he desperately wanted her to spank him. Without directly 
saying it, she had responded that was fine, she would indeed put him over her lap 
and put some color into his bottom. The Poker game, something both of them 
knew Ken was sure to lose, was the pretext for the spanking. There was another 
unspoken agreement between them. Although Ken was sure to lose, Lisa expected 
him to play as well as possible and make an effort to win. She wanted a challenge, 
not just have him meekly forfeit so he could go over her lap.

They set up a nightstand as a card table and Ken brought in a small chair from the 
commons area to sit in. They counted articles of clothing. Both were wearing 
winter shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. Lisa had on a sweater and Ken was 
wearing a sweatshirt. Lisa was not wearing a bra, so they were evenly matched.

The game’s arrangement seemed to favor Ken. He only had to win three rounds to 
get his free dinner, while Lisa had to win seven times to get off all of Ken’s 
clothing. However, Lisa was by far the better player. She passed the cards to Ken.

“Deal.”

She had him deal first, because she wanted to see how easily he shuffled the 
cards. That would let her know if he really had improved over Christmas break. 
Ken’s clumsy handling of the cards answered her question. Whatever 
improvement he might have made would be minimal if he hadn’t even learned to 
shuffle properly.

In quick succession Lisa won four rounds and her opponent gave up his shoes and 
socks. She lost the next round, not because he played well, but because his hand 
was unbeatable. Two more rounds cost him his jeans and sweatshirt. Then, sitting 
in nothing but his underwear, he played his one good round of the night and won 
another shoe from his partner after a long fight. Ken lost the next round and Lisa 
ordered him to stand up. She moved in front of him, pretending to be indignant.

“Look, you need to stop wasting my time! You told me you learned how to play 
over Christmas, but what you played wasn’t Poker, it was shit! Alright, loser. 
Now you’re ass is mine, and you’re gonna pay!”

She jerked his underwear to his ankles and ordered him to step out of it. He was 
embarrassed, even though they already had seen each other naked several times 
before. However, being embarrassed made him very aroused.

Lisa still wanted to build the mood for the spanking by establishing her 
dominance. As she had the previous fall, she took a bunch of pictures of him in 
almost every pose imaginable. His penis was hard and was displayed prominently 
in many of the pictures. The only part of the fun missing was that he had to stay in 
her room. As much as she wanted to have him go out into the hallway, that night 
she couldn’t because it was too early. Her fellow residents were still running up 
and down the corridor with their suitcases and backpacks.

She made him stand with his legs spread and his hands behind his head, gently 
stroking her fingertips up and down his body. She touched his penis and explored 
his testicles, satisfying her curiosity to feel someone else’s body besides Mike’s. 
Finally she moved to caressing and massaging his bottom. When he tensed up she 
slapped him hard.

“Don’t you tighten your butt up on me! This is what you deserve! You’ve earned 
this!”

She took another look at his face. He was both very nervous and very aroused. 
Perfect. That’s what she wanted, the right mood.

Lisa sat down on her bed and ordered Ken to lie across her lap. She gently 
massaged and caressed his bottom, much more intimately than she could the first 
time when she spanked him with two witnesses present. She admonished him for 
being aroused, telling him that it was completely inappropriate for a bad boy 
who’s about to be spanked to be so excited. She reached down and grabbed his 
penis.

“You know, when bad boys get like this, that just means they gotta be spanked a 
lot harder and a lot longer.”

Of course, the only thing that happened was his penis became even stiffer. She 
patted his bottom one last time, and began spanking. Lisa knew how to spank, 
because she had fantasized about it over the past year and had studied technique 
on the Internet. She knew that Cecilia was disciplining Jason, and would have 
given anything to be able to have that kind of relationship with her ex-boyfriend. 
There was no way, however, because it was not in Mike’s character to meekly go 
over a girlfriend’s lap, even in fun. Oh, well…his loss.

SLAP!… SLAP!… SLAP!… SLAP!… SLAP!… Lisa began spanking much 
harder, but took frequent breaks to study the changing color of Ken’s bottom. She 
lovingly passed her hand over his sweaty, pink skin, exploring the deep color and 
swelling forming over his buttocks. When he tensed up she pinched him hard and 
viciously twisted her fingers.

“I said don’t tense up! Keep yourself nice and spread for me! If you wanted to be 
modest, then you shouldn’t have gotten yourself in this situation!”

Lisa began picking up the pace of her swats as she neared the end of the spanking. 
She spanked fast and hard, trying to break Ken with an unbearable barrage of 
solid pain. He was gasping, and groaning, not from the pain, but from intense 
sexual arousal. The erection never had gone away. 

Lisa decided to put her companion’s hard-on to good use. It had not been her 
intention to have sex with him, but she had become aroused herself during the 
spanking. She stopped slapping and concluded with a couple of very painful 
pinches that were sure to leave bruises on him days after the color from the slaps 
faded. She ordered him to stand up, hands behind his head and facing the wall, 
while she rummaged through her closet to get some scarves and pull a couple of 
cloth belts off some dresses. She threw a scarf over his eyes to blindfold him, then 
tied another scarf around each of his wrists. She ordered him on the bed on his 
back and tied his hands to the bedposts. She then took a cloth belt and tied his feet 
together. She stripped off her clothes and gave his erection a couple of strokes to 
make sure it was as hard as possible. Then she positioned herself over him and 
mounted him, carefully lowering herself over his penis. For a very long time she 
rocked back and forth as he pumped semen into her. Oh, this was good.

Lisa climaxed, and then on pure inspiration she decided to try something. She 
pinched his nipples hard and twisted.

“Ow!”

She felt his penis stiffen inside her. So, that was it…she now knew what he 
needed.

“I’ll tell you something, bad boy! There’s a lot more where this came from! You 
think I’m done with you? You think I’m done whipping that ass of yours? You 
think I’m finished?”

She tugged hard at his nipples.

“Answer me!”

“No, you’re…you’re not done…whipping my ass.”

“Your ass is mine, bad boy, get it? Mine!”

She untied the scarves from his wrists and the belt from his ankles, but did not 
untie the scarf covering his eyes.

"Roll over! Get your butt up!"

He heard her rummaging in her closet and then heard the distinct clink of a belt 
buckle. Then he felt the leather lightly touching his already sore skin. Fear swept 
through him, but with that fear came very intense arousal. He had just spent 
himself when Lisa was straddling him, but it seemed that erotic fear recharged his 
drive. He started becoming erect. It wouldn't be long before he was ready for 
another round of sex.

CRACK! A sharp pain tore into Ken's backside as Lisa laid a fierce belt swat 
across both bottom cheeks. CRACK! She struck again hard, as he squirmed from 
the blow. She studied the two deep reddish stripes laid across the pink skin of his 
spanked bottom. She tightened her lips and struck again. 

He squirmed to the side, showing her his very hard erection. Lisa thought to 
herself, screw the spanking, I want him back inside me. She grabbed his penis and 
used it as a handle to roll him on his back.

"You fucking little pervert! You actually like this, don't you?"

"Yes...I like it!"

With that she dropped back on top of him, enjoying the feel of his organ as it 
pumped yet another batch of semen into her. She climaxed, for the second time 
that evening.

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Ken spent the night in Lisa's room. The couple had finalized a discovery they had 
begun to make about each other back in September, that he liked being spanked 
and she enjoyed giving spankings. It turned out that pain was the button that 
unleashed the sexual fury in Ken's soul, and that inflicting pain was what set off 
Lisa. His bottom was tender from the spanking and he was sore in the spots where 
she so cruelly pinched him, but he couldn't have been happier. He was sure that 
the confusion over his sexuality had ended. Now he knew what he needed from a 
sexual partner, to submit and feel real pain. And to think, of all the people he 
knew, it was his friend Lisa who best understood his most secret desires. 

Lisa was shocked at her own behavior with her new lover. She became a totally 
different person, an uncontrollable, savage, all-consuming jungle bitch. The 
veneer of courtesy and culture was stripped from her, leaving an uncontrolled fury 
that not even she knew existed in her soul. Well, perhaps she knew it was there, 
but not to that extreme. 

Unlike Cecilia, Lisa's inner animal did not scare her. She liked that part of herself, 
the wild, domineering, she-bitch. It was something left over from the savage past, 
a portion of her animal instinct that had not been refined out of her personality by 
her wealthy liberal upbringing. She welcomed that part of herself in the same way 
she would have welcomed a long-lost relative. As weird as it was to have Ken in 
her bed instead of Mike, she was very grateful to him for helping her find that lost 
part of her soul.

She had come back from California with starting a new relationship the very last 
thing on her mind. Ken seemed about the last person on campus that could 
interest her. And yet, just a few hours after having stepped off the plane at 
O'Hare, she had enjoyed the most intensely satisfying sexual experience in her life 
with someone she never could have imagined as a sexual partner. 

She hoped that Mike could find happiness in Santa Cruz, or Berkeley, or 
wherever he ended up, and above all find someone else to go out with. Lisa had 
moved on with her life and hoped that her former boyfriend would be able to 
move on with his as well.