The door to the dorm room opened and in staggered Beth.  It was obvious to her roommate, Misty, that she had been drinking.

"My Gawd, Beth!" exclaimed Misty.  "You look like shit! Don't you remember what happened last time we got drunk?"

Beth, in fact, did remember quite well.  They had been discovered by their Residential Counselor, Eric.  He had begun to write them a discipline referral, but when Misty broke down and began to cry, confessing that another discipline referral would get her kicked out of the school since she already had two on file.  Then, Eric had made the unique offer that if they BOTH would accept a spanking from him, he would tear up the referrals. Misty quickly agreed, but as Beth had never been spanked before, she was a little more hesitant than her roommate. 

Beth remembered watching as Eric led Misty over to the overstuffed chair and bent her over the back of it. She remembered the feeling of exhilaration that overcame her as she watched her roommate receive a spanking from Eric. 

She remembered "chickening out" and running away, only to be reminded that Misty's sacrifice would be for naught unless Beth also took her spanking.  She remembered agreeing once again to receive her first spanking and recalled the drive out into the cornfield with Eric. She remembered laying herself across his lap in the front seat and the sting of Eric's hand against her flesh.  It hurt, to be sure, but there was something about being in that compromising position that turned her on in ways she wasn't sure she could explain.

"Yeah, I remember," Beth replied.  She sat down on the side of her bed and stared at the floor.

"What'd you go and get drunk again for?  And why in heaven's name would you come back before it wears off?" Misty asked.  "It's almost like..."

And then Misty figured it out.  She saw through her roommate clear as a bell.  "You...WANTED to be caught, didn't you?" she said, suddenly smiling. "You wanted Eric to find you again because you want him to spank you, don't you?"

Beth cautiously nodded. "Is that bad?" she asked her roommate.

"It's not bad at all, Beth," answered Misty.  "It's just surprising. I mean, I never would have figured that you would get to the point so quickly where you WANTED a spanking."

"Yeah, well, I guess it doesn't matter," replied Beth.  "Eric doesn't seem to be around tonight anyway," she complained.

Misty looked away, staring at the wall.  She knew what she wanted to ask. She just wasn't sure if she should.  On the one hand, if her offer were to be accepted, it would completely change the dynamics of the relationship she had with her roommate.  If not, however, it would certainly be a long semester, and the two of them probably wouldn't even continue to be friends.

So surprised was Misty, by her roommate's confession of her desire, that she decided to risk it.

"You know," she nervously began, "if you're wanting a spanking, it doesn't have to come from Eric," she explained.

Beth looked up at Misty.  "You know someone else that's into this?" she asked.

"Well, if you think you need a spanking, I think I could give you one," Misty said.  Now she had gone past the point of no return.  Either Beth was going to agree to it, or things would be awkward between them for as long as they remained roommates.

Beth just sat on the edge of her bed and stared at Misty. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her roommate had offered to spank her.  She hadn't really thought about being spanked by anyone but Eric since that was the only spanking she had gotten in her post-adolescent life.  But as she considered the prospect of being humiliated and shamed by her roommate, her thighs began to quiver. Misty stared back into her roommate's eyes, and as their glances met, they each understood the silent confirmation of the other.  

Not another word needed to be spoken.  Misty stood up first. Beth slowly rose from the edge of her bed.  They stood there for what seemed to be an eternity, just looking at one another, knowing that they both wanted to do this, but not knowing exactly how to proceed.  Misty walked over to the door and turned the deadbolt, then made her way over to where Beth was standing. She squatted down towards the floor and tugged on the waist of Beth's black nylon running pants, pulling them down around her ankles. Misty stood back up, and without a word or any hesitation, Beth stepped out of the running pants.

Again, they each stood, looking at each other eye to eye, neither of them really knowing what to do next, each of them looking to the other for affirmation and direction.

"Here," Misty finally gulped.  She took her roommate by the arm and led her over to the end of the bed.  "I think it will be easiest if you lean over the edge of the bed here," she said.  Beth was tingling with excitement. She eagerly complied, and as she bent over, she could feel the moisture between her legs, and she wondered if Misty was aware of this as well.

Misty stepped back.  She had a feeling of power that overwhelmed her. Amazed at the rush she felt as she readied herself to deliver a spanking to her roommate, she suddenly understood the synergy.  For everything to work correctly, it had to be a separate-yet-equal thrill for both the spanker and the spankee. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense to Misty. She raised her left arm up in the air and brought it down hard on Beth's bottom.

The intensity and swiftness of Misty's strike took Beth by surprise as she yelped in pain.  Misty struck her roommate a second time and a third. A fourth and a fifth time as well. Beth's backside was already turning red, but Misty's palms began to hurt also.  For the sixth swat, she aimed a bit lower, at the top of Beth's left thigh. Beth bit her lower lip and began to cry as Misty swatted her again. After a few more swats, Misty's hand began to really hurt.  She paused. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a leather belt that she sometimes wore.

"No, Misty!" Beth cried out in horror when she saw the belt.

"Yes, Beth," Misty replied coldly.  She wondered if Beth would put a stop to it now.  The idea of the belt obviously made her uncomfortable, but as the punisher, Misty knew she couldn't go back on her decree now.  She raised the belt above her head, then brought it crashing down onto her poor roommate.

Beth squealed and began to gasp in deep breaths.  Misty stopped, wondering if she had gone too far.

"Are you OK?" she asked with concern.

"Dammit, Misty, don't stop!" Beth cried.  Misty smiled and again brought down the leather strap onto Beth's bottom.  Over and over, the instrument of Beth's punishment would find its mark and extract a gasp or two from its target.  After a while, Beth realized that she was no longer being spanked. She looked turned her head and looked across the room, only to see her roommate staring back at her.

"Probably not as good as Eric, huh?" she asked.

"Oh my God, Misty, you're so wrong!" she cried.  "Did that give you as big of a rush as it did me?"

Misty nodded.

Beth stood up.  She walked over to the full-length mirror and examined herself.  "Quite a bit of red and purple. Have you spanked anyone before?" she asked.

"No," the roommate replied. "I've gotten a lot of them, but this was the first time I've delivered one."

"You sure did a pretty good job on me," Beth said.  Then she smiled.

"Knowing me, I'll probably be needing a spanking at least once a week," she said.

Misty nodded.  "I'll probably need one too, at least as often," she replied.

"Do you think you could spank me like that, too?" she asked Beth.

"Uh-huh.  As soon as I can sit down comfortably again, it's going to be your turn," Beth told her roommate.

She could hardly wait.