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Chapter 7
- November 1
Amy expected to quietly slip into the apartment and into her own room.
She would have to sleep on her stomach. She would have to figure out how
to get the temporary tattoos off before Suzanne saw them. She needed to
figure out an explanation for her hair. Most of all, she needed to
figure out an explanation for the dark red marks on her bottom. But she
could deal with all that tomorrow. At that moment she just wanted some
sleep.
Amy quietly put her key in the door and eased it open. She was startled
by the loud metallic crash of pans falling on the floor. A light went on
in the living room. "Amy, get in here!...Now!" snapped Suzanne's voice.
So much for a quiet entry.
Amy pushed open the door into the pans, which seemed to clatter in
protest. Suzanne had stacked them next to the door precisely to warn her
when Amy pushed it open.
"Nice hair."
Suzanne sat up on the sofa, a blanket wrapped around the lower part of
her body, glaring at Amy. Her bare, folded arms covered her breasts.
"Amy, you have one chance, and one chance only, to tell me where you
were tonight."
"I...I was at a professor's Halloween party."
"WHICH professor's Halloween party, Amy?"
"My economics professor."
"The name. I want to hear the name."
"...Ruth Burnside"
The expression on Suzanne's face and the tone of her voice made it
obvious that she knew something. Amy wondered how much.
"Amy, were you a guest at this party?"
"I was invited..."
"That's not what I asked you. I didn't ask you if you were invited. I
asked you if you were a guest."
Amy felt sick. Suzanne knew. "I...I...was a...hostess for Dr. Burnside.
With another girl from my class."
"Now for the question that most interests me. WHY were you a hostess for
Dr. Burnside?"
Amy looked that the floor. She could face Burnside easily enough, but
not her roommate. Finally she managed to answer.
"I...I...downloaded a term paper from the Internet. I...made a couple of
small changes and turned it in as my own work. Burnside caught me. It
turned out that the other girl, Wendy, downloaded the same paper.
Burnside...told us that...if we hosted her party, she'd let us re-write
our papers."
"Were you planning on telling me this when you got back?"
Amy's emotional strength gave out. She had held up all evening,
impressing Burnside and helping Wendy get through the ordeal. She was
not prepared for the shock of having to face her roommate. She was
beyond exhausted. Her spirit collapsed. She started to cry.
"No."
"And what were you planning to do if Dr. Burnside had not let you
re-write your paper?"
Amy buried her face in her hands. "I would've gotten kicked out of
school."
Suzanne looked harshly at her roommate for a few minutes. "Take off your
clothes. I want to see happened to you."
Reluctantly Amy peeled off her clothes. At least she no longer needed to
worry about getting the temporary tattoos off before Suzanne saw them...
"Turn around." Sadly Amy turned around. Fourteen dark red stripes, seven
on each side, marked her bottom. She would have them for at least
several days, possibly a week. Suzanne was infuriated. This would cause
her to have to cancel the photo shoot she had planned for the following
weekend.
"You're probably curious how I know. I guess you weren't aware that Lisa
Campbell, your TA, is a friend of mine because she's a member of my
photography club. Two nights ago Lisa mentioned that the professor who
she works for caught two students cheating. They turned in the same term
paper about the Marshall Plan. I thought that was somewhat interesting
so I asked her for more details. When Ruth Burnside's name came up, I
remembered seeing the Marshall Plan paper near the computer last week.
I'd been wondering what it was for. Figuring out you were one of the
cheaters was not rocket science."
"You really put yourself at risk, Amy." Suzanne continued. "It'll be
interesting to see what Robert thinks."
"SUZANNE! PLEASE, NO!" begged Amy. "Please don't tell him! I've been
punished enough!"
"Not by us you haven't. You stay right there, as you are. I'm taking you
to Robert's place as soon as it's light outside. I want to watch you
explain this to him."
Amy could not have been more miserable. Obviously there would be no
sleep for her any time soon. She was terribly afraid that Robert might
strap her over her welts. She dreaded having to face his cold stare once
he found out that she nearly got kicked out of college. She stood in the
middle of the living room crying.
It was getting light outside. Amy had not realized how late it was when
she and Wendy left Burnside's house. Suzanne dialed Robert's apartment
and handed her roommate the phone.
"Hello Robert? Suzanne and I...are going to come over in a few minutes."
"Great. What do you want for breakfast?"
Amy put her hand over the phone to pass the question to Suzanne.
"Tell him I'll have whatever's convenient for him to fix. Tell him that
you're not having anything."
"Suzanne says that she'll have whatever you want to fix. She says I
can't have anything."
Robert was silent for a moment. "Amy, what's wrong?"
"I...have to tell you something when I come over." Amy's voice broke.
"You're not going to like it."
When she hung up Suzanne passed her a robe. There was no point in
getting dressed, she explained. As soon as they got to Robert's place he
would see the full picture.
For the second time in less than an hour Amy's bottom throbbed as the
welts were pressed into a car seat. Suzanne, normally a cautious driver,
seemed to delight in hitting all the speed bumps hard that morning.
Suzanne was genuinely infuriated at her roommate. Amy's clumsy effort to
cheat with the Internet paper disgusted her. Suzanne was an idealist
when it came to academic integrity, to the point of not being realistic
in her expectations of fellow students. There were two reasons for her
feelings. First, about four years before she met Amy, she had been
accused of plagiarism herself when she had actually been innocent. She
managed to prove her innocence by showing her notes and the list of
books she had borrowed from the school library, but still felt that she
was not really being believed. Much worse for her was the time that
another photography student stole and attempted to copyright some of her
pictures. Suzanne was unable to prove the pictures were hers, but got
revenge by helping the photos' model file a suit against the thief for
not having a model release. For Suzanne a breach of academic integrity
was unforgivable.
When the two roommates entered Robert's apartment, he looked at them
with astonishment. Suzanne was almost speechless with anger. Amy, with a
miserable expression on her face, was wearing only a thin bathrobe with
nothing underneath. She had that strange black haircut. When Suzanne
ripped off the robe, Robert shocked eyes first went to the tattoos on
Amy's arms and thighs. "What in hell did you do that for?"
Amy mumbled "They're temporary. They'll come off in a few days."
"Turn around" snapped Suzanne. When Amy hesitated, she grabbed her arm
and twisted her around. "Now, explain please, why you look like this."
Amy, between tears and sobs, told him the story of the paper, her office
visit with Burnside, Wendy, and the party.
Robert's reaction relieved Amy and dismayed Suzanne. He did not explode;
he did not pull out his strap. He simply said, "Sounds like you had one
hell of a night. I take it that you learned your lesson, that you won't
be doing this again?"
Amy nodded. Robert picked up the robe from the floor and handed it to
her.
"Good. Let's sit down for breakfast. Then Amy, I want you to take a bath
and go to bed."
Suzanne stared at Robert in disbelief. "I don't believe this! You're
going to just let her get away with plagiarism? Plagiarism?"
Robert looked at Suzanne. His temper began to get short with Amy's
roommate. "Look, you need to calm down! You need to get some things into
perspective! I'm not letting her get away with anything!"
They sat down for a very strange breakfast. Amy was so tired she could
barely get her food down. Suzanne was fuming at both Robert and Amy and
ate very little. Robert looked from Suzanne to Amy and back again, more
interested in Suzanne than in Amy. The idea was forming in his mind that
he needed to talk to Suzanne once Amy was asleep.
Amy's remaining energy was fading fast. She skipped the bath and
collapsed on the guest bed. Robert took a closer look at the welts on
her bottom, then covered her up. That professor had been quite vicious.
Robert did not fault Burnside for having whipped Amy. There was no
question in his mind that she had deserved her punishment, because what
she had done was sheer stupidity. She was lucky to still be enrolled in
college. However, now that she had been punished and the matter
apparently settled, it was time to move on.
Robert was irritated that Suzanne wanted to punish Amy further. To hit
her on these welts would risk real injury. What on earth was she
thinking? Her apparent desire to hurt Amy disappointed him, because he
had always liked Suzanne. He was seeing a different side of her, one
that he did not like.
Suzanne glared at Robert when he re-entered the living room.
"She's asleep. Come on, it's a fairly nice morning for this time of the
year. Let's go for a walk."
Once on the street Robert pondered how to begin talking to Suzanne.
Finally he said "You know, it seems that the issue of plagiarism pushes
your buttons a bit."
"I just can't believe that Amy could do such a thing! She knows how I
feel about it!"
"Oh, I think you made your feelings quite clear, to both me and Amy. I
take it that you had negative experiences in your own life as a result
of plagiarism?"
"Of course." With that Suzanne launched into long description of her
bitter feelings about the two incidences of cheating in her life. Her
bitterness about having been falsely accused of plagiarism weighed on
her even more than the photo incident. She wanted to get her hands on
the people who actually did cheat and caused her so much
embarrassment...
Robert sympathized, and laid out a couple of examples of ethical
violations he had witnessed as an attorney. "The point is that these
violations exist everywhere. They're a part of life."
"Well, I don't want them as part of my life!" snapped Suzanne. "I don't
want them as part of the life of anyone around me!"
"Maybe. Many people would think that your outlook is admirable. But the
point is that I am curious as to what exactly you expected when you
dragged Amy over here."
"I expected you to come down on her! I expected that you would punish
her so hard that she wouldn't even think of trying to plagiarize again!
I didn't expect that you would simply hug her and say 'It's OK, Amy, I
understand. You had a rough night. Go beddy-bye.'"
"You don't think she had a rough night? That professor punished her
worse than I would have. I, personally, think she behaved admirably with
that other girl, if I understand the story correctly from the way she
told it."
"The point is she did something that disgusted me. She knows how I feel
about plagiarism. She knows it's the one thing I can't stand. She did it
anyway! I take it personally and I think she should pay for it!"
"And you don't think she paid for it last night? You don't think that
being stripped, being caned, being forced to serve drinks in the nude
all night, having to keep that other girl from going to pieces the whole
time, facing an angry roommate at the end of it all, and finally having
to re-do the term paper...that's not paying? You don't think she was
punished?"
"Not by me. Not for her betrayal of my principles..."
"Your principles? What does this have to do with you? It's Amy that
we're worried about, not you. Didn't you see those welts? Do you really
think that punishing her over those welts would in any way help her?"
That punishing her when she can barely stand on her feet would help her?
That punishing her, when she still needs to complete that make-up term
paper would help her?"
Robert paused. Suzanne said nothing, not liking the direction of the
conversation. Suddenly he felt that he had enough information to
understand what she really wanted.
"Suzanne, I've always liked you. I've always thought that you've been a
good influence on Amy. She loves you like you were her sister. But this
morning I'm seeing a different side, a vindictive side, of you that I
don't like at all. I believe that it is not Amy who you are trying to
punish. It's that guy who stole your pictures. It's the people involved
in your plagiarism accusations that you want to punish. Subconsciously,
because Amy did the same thing they did, you were going to take out your
anger on her. You were going to take out all your hostility against
everyone who ever committed plagiarism on one person, on Amy."
Robert paused, then drove home his point. "Think about this for a
second. You are struggling with your own issues when it comes to this,
not Amy's. You're mad at everyone who ever committed plagiarism. Because
Amy tried it, you wanted to transfer your anger against the world of
plagiarists onto the one person who trusts you the most. You wanted to
humiliate her, punish her, hurt her, grind her down. Not because you
wanted to help her, but because you hate all plagiarists. If what I'm
saying is true, then I find it reprehensible. I find it reprehensible
that you would want to hurt your best friend because of personal issues
that you are dealing with. You tell me if I'm close to the truth."
Suzanne went white. She looked directly at Robert. It was not in her
nature to look away when confronted with an ugly fact by another person.
She paused to think, to try to give him an honest answer. He had pushed
through her veneer of self-righteousness and had forced her to do so as
well. She realized he was right.
"I guess that's the truth. I never thought about it like you described,
but you're right. I'm afraid I owe Amy an apology. I owe an apology to
you for disappointing you."
They walked in silence for a long time. Suzanne was lost in thought.
Robert had forced her to see something about herself that troubled her.
She now realized how cruel she had been to Amy. She felt horribly
ashamed for what she attempted to do to her friend at Robert's
apartment. Worst of all, she had disappointed Robert, the only man in
her life she had ever respected. Suzanne was not one to cry easily.
However, her face clearly reflected her sadness and anger at her own
behavior. Suddenly she looked up.
"Robert, I have a favor to ask of you when we get back."
Robert glanced over at Suzanne. Her next words surprised him.
"I'm the one who should be punished, not Amy."
"I think that Amy should be the one to do that. She's the one you wanted
to hurt."
Suzanne looked at Robert, her eyes full of sadness and fear. She
struggled to express her next words.
"Amy is not that strong. She wouldn't be able to...hit me hard enough.
She wouldn't want to hurt me anyway. You'll have to do it."
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They said nothing more on their way back. Robert could tell that Suzanne
was terrified of the impending punishment that she had requested for
herself.
Outwardly Robert maintained his cold demeanor towards Suzanne. Inwardly
he was thrilled at the thought of seeing and punishing Amy's attractive
roommate. Although her figure was not girlish like Amy's, Suzanne's body
was intensely feminine. She was much more solidly built, with full hips
and a nice large bottom that would take a lot of punishment.
Robert's emotions were much more confused than the simple conflict
between his anger at Suzanne and his thoughts about her body. He looked
over at her sad expression and the long strands of loose hair that were
blowing about her face. Robert actually found Suzanne extremely
desirable. Secretly he had wanted to ask her out for several months.
There was not the issue of her having been under his care, as had been
the case with Amy. However he had held back, worried about their
difference in age and the possibility of problems with Amy.
As soon as they got back Robert checked on Amy. She was deeply asleep.
He closed her door.
Suzanne looked sadly at Robert, waiting for him to speak.
"Do you still want to do this? Have me punish you, I mean?"
"It's not that I want to. But I have no choice. I have to. I don't know
how else I can ...I mean it's what I wanted you to do to Amy." She
walked over to an easy chair. "Is it OK if I put my clothes here?"
When Robert nodded, Suzanne began to undress. She neatly folded each
piece of clothing as she took it off. As was typical for her, she wore
no underwear. When finished she stood next to the chair, one hand
resting on the back, waiting for his next instructions. Her figure
reminded Robert of the Roman frescoes of Venus he had seen when he and
Tricia had visited Italy a few years before.
"The strap is on the wall in my room, next to a dresser. Go get it."
Robert admired Suzanne's bottom as she walked to his room. Quickly she
re-appeared with the strap in her hand. From Suzanne there was none of
the modesty that Amy had shown the time Robert punished her.
Together they moved the side table to the middle of the room. Robert
realized that there was no need to tell Suzanne to be still during the
punishment. Quickly she bent over one end of the table and grabbed the
other end with her hands.
"Put your feet on the outside of the table legs." Suzanne complied,
exposing herself to Robert. Suzanne did not shave, but she did not have
much hair on her vulva nor between her bottom cheeks. Robert had as
clear a view of Suzanne as he had of Amy when he had strapped her. He
paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of Suzanne's bottom, and then
tapped it with the strap.
Robert stepped back. Suzanne closed her eyes.
CRACK! The first blow landed in the middle of Suzanne's left bottom
cheek. The familiar pink rectangle made its appearance on Suzanne's
bottom. Suzanne did not move, or make any sound at all other than a
faint gasp.
CRACK! Robert landed the second swat across both sides of her bottom.
Suzanne gasped again. CRACK! Another swat across both cheeks,
immediately below the first. Robert realized that it was going take a
longer and more severe punishment to get through to Suzanne than had
been the case with Amy. He would not time the strokes like he did with
Amy at the beginning of the year. If he did, he and Suzanne would be
here all day. CRACK! Robert landed the fourth swat to overlap the
others. He hit hard, but the only result was a slightly louder gasp from
Suzanne. She was tough, no question about it.
Robert moved to Suzanne's right side. CRACK! A back-handed blow to her
right side shook her whole bottom. CRACK!...CRACK! Robert laid two more
backhanded swats against Suzanne's right bottom cheek. CRACK!...CRACK!
Two more back-handed across both bottom cheeks deepened the color
somewhat. Her breathing became heavier. She bit her lip. Still, she had
not made a sound or even started to cry.
Robert switched sides again. This time he did not hold back.
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Robert laid five vicious
blows into the left side of Suzanne's bottom. He switched sides.
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Robert laid five backhand
blows into Suzanne's right bottom cheek. She gasped with each swat. Her
voice broke with the last three. Tears were running down her face.
Robert was just starting to get to her.
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Robert laid three backhanded blows across
both Suzanne's bottom cheeks. She began to cry quietly. Robert switched
sides. CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... Three more swats across both sides of
her bottom. Suzanne sobbed quietly on the last one.
Robert stopped to look at Suzanne. Her bottom was a deep pink, but not
marked as badly as Amy's had been at this point in her punishment.
Robert actually had been hitting Suzanne harder than he had hit Amy, but
with less effect. She had been right about Amy not being up to the task
of punishing her. Robert was stiff under his pants. The sight of this
voluptuous, pink bottom in front of him...
"Suzanne, spread your legs as much as you can for the next ones. The
next swat's going to be on the base of your bottom." Suzanne managed to
spread herself slightly. Robert lightly tapped the tender skin on the
inside of her left bottom cheek, near the base...CRACK!... Suzanne
jerked, and sobbed. CRACK!... Another swat in the same spot made her
squeal with pain. CRACK!...CRACK!... Two back-handed swats on the inside
of Suzanne's right bottom cheek seemed to finally start breaking her
resistance. She started to cry more loudly.
Robert moved to Suzanne's left side. He tapped the strap on the swollen
left side of her bottom. CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...
Full force, he laid on five swats to her left bottom cheek Again he
moved to her right side. CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!...
Suzanne now was crying continuously. Her body shook with sobs. Purplish
welts began to form.
Robert was impressed with Suzanne's endurance. He actually was starting
to get tired from swinging the strap. Still, her bottom was now in bad
shape. The punishment was almost over. Robert decided to finish with
five full-force swats to both bottom cheeks. CRACK!... Suzanne squealed.
CRACK!... She screamed for the first time. CRACK!...a second scream.
CRACK!...Suzanne now started to sob uncontrollably. Her knees began to
shake. CRACK!...
Robert stepped back and set the strap down. Suzanne's body jerked with
sobs. This was by far the most painful experience that she had ever had,
one that she would remember for a long time. Robert experienced a
flashback to Amy's punishment, when it took every bit of effort to not
unzip his pants and take her from behind.
This time it was even more difficult because there was nothing girlish
about Suzanne's voluptuous body. Her figure invited sex, not protection.
"Stand up!" snapped Robert. Suzanne stood up and turned around, looking
at Robert though her tears. She noticed the swell in his pants. The pain
from her bottom intensified her emotions. She suddenly realized that she
badly wanted him.
Although Robert did not realize it, Suzanne had noticed his glances and
longing expression over the summer. She had wondered why he never said
anything to her. Now she wanted him to hold her. She threw herself into
his arms. Robert was too shocked to react right away. Then the feel of
having this young woman, one that he had wanted for such a long time,
actually pressed up against him, brought back the old physical
sensations. He moved his hands over her back, causing her to hug him all
that much harder.
For a long time Suzanne had her arms around Robert, as tears fell down
her cheeks. As he would shortly find out, she had been through a lot in
her short life. The pain that had built up inside her was coming out,
first with her explosion at Amy, then with the feeling of needing
Robert.
At first the hug was one of gratitude and forgiveness, but suddenly
Suzanne stepped back. Her emotional state and physical needs were
starting to take control of her. She took Robert's hands in hers. She
looked into his face, her eyes with a hungry, wild expression.
It had been over a year for Robert since he had last been with anyone.
The passion built up from a year of missing Tricia suddenly came out of
him. He let go of Suzanne's hands and moved his hands to the sides of
her face. He buried his mouth into hers. She reached for his belt and
struggled to unlatch it. Robert's pants dropped to the floor, his
erection freed from its cloth restraint. He struggled to step out of
them as Suzanne wrapped her hand around his penis. She massaged his hair
and balls. It felt so good.
They dropped to the floor. At first Suzanne straddled Robert, pushing up
his shirt. Suddenly he rolled her over on her back. The intense pain
coming from her bottom as it pressed to the floor heightened her desire.
Robert grabbed her hands and pushed them to the floor above her head.
The feeling of Suzanne's helplessness exhilarated both of them. Robert
pushed inside of her. She grunted faintly with each breath. Robert
stayed hard after he came. He wanted to give her another orgasm and
continued thrusting. Within seconds his efforts were rewarded, Suzanne
let out a series of high pitched groans that differed from her normal
voice.
The passion did not fade with the end of their first lovemaking session.
As Robert struggled to unbutton his shirt, Suzanne got up and bent over
the table. She spread her legs and wiggled her red bottom mischievously.
Robert was hard almost immediately. He squeezed her swollen bottom
cheeks and moved his hands up her back. He grabbed her shoulders and
again thrust inside of her. This time was even better. He took his time,
enjoying the feel of Suzanne's body. Again she let out a series of high
pitched groans. Sweat was pouring down their bodies when they finished.
They calmed down enough to move to Robert's bedroom. They tore off the
blankets from the bed. For a while they simply lay quietly, Suzanne
happily in his arms. She started to teasingly touch him. Within a few
minutes Robert was hard again. She got on her elbows and knees, her
marked bottom on full display. Again he took her from behind.
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It was fortunate for everyone that Amy stayed asleep the whole time.
Robert and Suzanne had forgotten all about her. They took a bath
together in the Jacuzzi bathtub. They slept together for a little bit.
Suzanne remembered that she was hungry from not having eaten breakfast,
so they had a late lunch. They cleaned up the mess in the living room.
Finally Robert decided to get dressed. Suzanne put on a robe.
They sat on the sofa. Suzanne lay in Robert's arms, content to stay
there quietly. Finally they heard Amy's door open. Suzanne jumped up.
Amy had on the white terry-cloth robe that she had worn when she was
staying here at the beginning of the year. She shyly walked out, not
knowing what to expect from her roommate and her father's law partner.
She was surprised to see Suzanne in a robe in Robert's apartment.
Suzanne took Amy's hands in hers. She spoke immediately. "Amy, I treated
you horribly this morning. I am so sorry. Please forgive me."
Amy embraced her roommate.
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