Despite the efforts of the two freshman students entering the residence hall to keep quiet, it seemed like every motion they made resounded with its own reverberating echo. They opened the door as slowly as possible, but it creaked loudly with every movement. The effortless removal of the key produced a click that sounded to them like the shot of a starting pistol. As they made their way to the elevator, Beth stumbled into a chair in the commons, yelping as she banged her shin against the back of the classroom style chair.
Misty laughed at Beth's predicament, and Beth laughed back. In the back of her head, she had attempted to make a mental note that even things that shouldn't be funny at all were hilarious, but even that attempt ended in an eruption of laughter.
"Shhhhh," Beth tried to quiet both herself and her roommate. "If anyone finds us, we're dead," she warned. Misty's gales of laughter turned to muted giggles as she covered her mouth with her hand, and the two of them proceeded up the stairwell to the third floor. This time, the door cooperated, not making a sound as Beth cautiously opened it. She looked down the hall. The coast was clear. Why wouldn't it be clear at three o'clock in the morning, though? Who in their right mind would be up at this hour?
As if they were in a James Bond movie, the two of them tried to stealthily tiptoe through the hallway, but Beth stumbled again, this time nearly tripping over a metal wastebasket that was sitting outside one of the rooms. Normally, Misty could have remained composed, but with the two of them both quite inebriated, this was no normal situation. She burst out laughing again.
"Goddammit, Misty!" Beth said in an angry whisper. "If you don't shut up, you're going to get us both up the creek!" Misty subdued herself again, and the two of them continued towards their room at the end of the hall. But just then, the door of another room opened, and peering out of it was Eric, their resident advisor, still half-asleep, but dutifully investigating the source of the sound.
"What the hell?" he asked, angry that his sleep was disturbed, worried that something was wrong, relieved that it was just two girls in the hallway.
Misty stumbled right into Eric, and he immediately could tell from the odor on her breath that she had consumed a significant amount of alcohol. "Have you two been drinking?" he asked.
"Just a little," Misty lied, and then giggled again. Beth just stood there, unable to speak, unable to believe that her best friend had just betrayed her. No one was supposed to find out. How was she going to explain this to her parents? What if her scholarships weren't renewed? What if she got kicked out of college? Her mind raced with the endless possible consequences of this stupid thing she had done.
"I'm going to have to write you up for this," Eric said.
"Oh, you don't need to do that, Eric," Misty said, moving closer to him. She gave him a deep, deliberate, seductive look.
"I'm afraid I do, Misty," he replied. God, if she only knew what she was doing to him! Her charms were working on him, and in fact, they had been for most of the school year. Eric wouldn't usually be interested in freshmen, but Misty Donegan, with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and perfect figure, knew just how to dress to accentuate her features, and she caught the eye of freshmen, upperclassmen, and faculty alike. When he had found out that Misty was living on his floor, he considered it both a blessing and a curse. He hadn't had to write her up in four months, since that stunt where she had three guys in her room after hours, and he had thought that she might have steered clear of any further trouble after that, but apparently, that wasn't the case. Damn, he thought to himself. I'll never have a chance with this girl if I have to keep writing her up.
"But if you write me up, that'll be the third one this semester!" she exclaimed. Apparently she hadn't been good the entire four months,
Eric thought to himself. He genuinely felt sorry for Misty. The third write-up in one semester meant dismissal from the college. He was about to write an insignificant piece of paper that would alter this beautiful girl's future forever. He started to feel guilty, but then reminded himself that he had not chosen the course of action which led to these consequences. "May I see your ID's please, ladies?"
Beth was already in tears as she handed hers over to Eric, who copied the ID numbers down onto the pink incident form. Misty was still pleading as she then handed hers to Eric as well. "Please, Eric, they'll kick me out! I don't know what I'm going to do," she sobbed.
Eric stood there looking at Misty, his heart disagreeing with his head on what should happen next. Misty, the goddess of the freshman class, was going to be leaving the college if this in fact, was her third write-up for the semester. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew what he had to do. His mind wrestled with this paradox, and as he started to think about the possible consequences, he immediately put them out of his mind, deciding that he would risk his own college career to save hers.
"Ok, here's the deal. I don't have a choice. I have to write you up," he began, as Misty went crestfallen and Beth began openly sobbing. "But, I'd hate to see you get kicked out, Misty, and so I'm going to make you an alternative offer."
"Anything!" she exclaimed.
"It's not quite that simple. You both have to agree to it," Eric explained. "If you both agree to what I'm about to present, I will tear up this incident report and no one will ever know it was here. If either of you does not agree to what I'm going to suggest as an alternative, that's fine, and I'll just turn the report in as written, and let the Residential Life Office deal with it the way they see fit.
By now, Beth was listening intently. She was fairly certain of what Eric had in mind. And it won't be so bad, she thought to herself. Several times throughout the year she had fantasized about what it would be like to make love to Eric. So this is what it would come down to. She would fuck Eric and he would make the problem go away.
Maybe she could just go down on him, she reasoned with herself, and perhaps if that were good enough, it would be sufficient.
"Well," Eric began, "I think that you both know how serious this college is about drinking on campus and being drunk on campus." The two girls nodded penitently as he continued, "So I think it's fitting that there be some kind of punishment for your infraction, whether it's from the Residential Life Office or from me. So, if you will both agree to a spanking, administered by me, then I will tear up this incident report."
Beth couldn't believe her ears. This certainly wasn't what she had expected. This was the kind of thing that other people did. She had never been spanked by anyone other than her daddy, and the last time that happened was when she was twelve years old. She wasn't about to let Eric, or anyone else on earth, give her a spanking at age nineteen. She felt her face flush with embarrassment and anger all at the same time.
"I'm not agreeing to that!" she snapped, and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Misty said, "I'll talk to her."
"You've got twenty-four hours, Misty," Eric informed her. "After that, I'm turning it in," he smiled and went back into his room and shut the door. Misty stood outside, a million thoughts going in and out of her head. As she considered what might actually happen, she felt simultaneously frightened and exhilarated. How would she convince her roommate that this was the best course of action?
After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality only about twenty seconds after Beth had slammed the door, she heard it open, and in walked Misty. Neither roommate spoke for a long time, but they each sat on their beds, looking at one other, then looking away, then looking at each other again.
She began, “Beth, I --”
"No!" Beth cut her off. "I am absolutely not going to do that. I've got half a mind to go report him to the RLO.
"You can't do that," her roommate replied, almost pleading. You and I are going to be in so much trouble. We can't let him turn that incident report in."
Beth's thoughts turned back to the consequences of their actions. True, she wouldn't get kicked out like Misty would, but there would still be consequences. Her parents would know that she had let them down. And word would travel through the student body that she had been caught drinking. It was one thing to go out and get drunk. It was quite another thing to get caught on campus drunk.
Her thoughts wandered back to the last time she had gotten a spanking. She didn't even remember what it was for, but she very much remembered her daddy throwing her effortlessly over his lap, saying that he hoped this would be the last spanking she would ever need. Up until tonight, she had thought that it would be.
She knew that she had it in her power to save both Misty's school career and to protect her own. The compassionate nature of Beth forced her to say something that shocked even her as the words came out of her mouth.
"OK, I'll do it," she muttered.
Misty almost pounced on Beth with a big hug of gratitude. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, genuinely relieved that she was still going to be enrolled in school the next day. She started out the door. "Are you coming?" she asked her roommate?
"Now?" Beth asked.
"We may as well get it over with, don't you think?" Misty reasoned with her.
Beth shrugged. "I guess so," she replied, and in the dead of night the two of them started down the hallway to the Resident Advisor's Apartment. They nervously exchanged glances and then Misty knocked timidly on the door. Almost immediately, Eric opened it and ushered them in.
"I guess you've made your decision then?" he asked.
They nodded.
"And you're going to take the spanking from me?"
"We are," Misty answered. Beth just stood there, staring at her feet, not really believing what was transpiring.
"I think that's a very reasonable decision," Eric said, as he sat down on his overstuffed sofa. "Who's going to be first?"
Beth's heart was pounding hard. She managed to glance at Misty who was looking back at her. Immediately, almost instinctively, Misty said, "I am," looking at Eric for direction, wondering what to do next.
He motioned for her to come over and stand by him. He looked at her for a moment. She looked stunning with her long blonde hair, as it fell against the back of her tank top. As he reached up and placed his hand on her back, he gently guided her across his lap. He lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it inside itself, revealing a pair of pink panties. He stuck two fingers inside the elastic waistband and was about to tug when Misty stood up and backed away from him.
"You can't take those off!" she exclaimed as she untucked her skirt hem and let it fall back into its original position.
"A good spanking is always delivered to a bare bottom," Eric replied. "Of course, we can end this right now and go through the RLO if you'd like."
Misty looked at Beth, who still seemed to be staring into space as if she were oblivious to what was happening before her. Then she looked back at Eric. A calm came over her as she resigned herself to her fate. Without a word, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Eric noticed that her panties were quite soaked in the front, and was somewhat relieved to see that this excited her as much as it did him. Misty timidly stepped out of her panties and walked back over to Eric. Unassisted, she bent over his lap, and returned to the position she had been in moments ago.
"This," said Eric, "is for being drunk on campus." He raised his arm.
Misty braced for the blow, but as it fell she shrieked, both from the surprise and the sting of it. She tried to stand up, but Eric's hand against the small of her back held her in place. Almost instinctively, Misty threw her hands behind her in an effort to both protect her backside from further swats, and to rub the skin where it had been stung by Eric's hand.
"You must keep your arms in front of you at all times, Misty," admonished Eric. Misty threw her arms forward of her and grabbed the armrest of the sofa. Eric's hand came down a second time, and even Beth jumped as the impact of flesh against flesh resounded along with Misty's yelp. A third time, Eric's hand swiftly met its target, and a faint pink impression was left where the contact was made. Misty began to sob as Eric struck her a fourth and a fifth time. After the fifth swat, she stopped counting, tears rolling from her eyes to the rhythm of Eric's hand as it hit her. She jumped once when he missed her cheek and instead struck her upper left thigh. She couldn't tell if he had done that by accident or on purpose.
Beth watched in horror, knowing that she was next. She wanted to run back to her dorm room and lock the door, but she wasn't able to move her feet, nor was she able to tear her eyes away from the spectacle before her.