Chapter 38

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Erin's Adventures
Chapter 38
Roommates

(****, F/F, Severe, College girl caning)

Erin and Heidi join forces. (Approximately 1,685 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Heidi was a quick study. Within a few days it felt like we'd known each other forever. It seemed she knew everything I was feeling better than I did. If I'd had a rough class or was simply depressed or violently horny, she knew. I'd meet her at her apartment, which was but a short walk from the University. She be waiting, a stern expression on her face.

"You have been a naughty girl!" she'd say when I meekly approached.

I'd bow my head and go inside. She'd shut the door behind me.

"Take off your skirt and go stand in the corner. I'm making some tea."

I'd obey with trembling gratefulness, my excitement at her understanding my needs arousing me fiercely, and yet I knew it would be a long while before I'd have my satisfaction.

Heidi played me like a musical instrument.

She punished me, be certain of that. She'd found a wooden cutting board, similar to the Texas paddle with which she was familiar, and she'd use it on me frequently. At first it wasn't very hard. Just a few swats every ten minutes or so, eventually followed by a sound pounding of twenty or thirty strokes.

But it wasn't the severity that I needed as much as the comforting knowledge that someone cared enough to discipline me. I never believed that Miss C., for all her strictness with her cane, cared as much about me as she did about maintaining order in her house. And I can swear that Professor Boron got off caning me as much as I did receiving his discipline.

With Heidi it was different. She truly loved me. I knew that instinctively. It was in every gesture, the tone of her voice, the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't noticing, even in the punishing strokes of her paddle. I felt honored to be loved by someone as beautiful and sexy as Heidi.

After a serious session with the paddle, my buttocks sizzling with hot agony, I'd go and clamber onto Heidi's lap. My naked bottom would press against her jean-clad thighs (she always wore jeans) and I would hug her, warmth flooding my body. I had never felt so secure and loved. I would relax and weep. Heidi never complained or asked why I cried. She seemed to understand, or perhaps she just accepted. It was wonderful.

One day I came to Heidi's a bit late. She was not waiting for me. The apartment was dark. I came inside -- she'd given me a key -- and waited. It was after dark when she came home, grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.

"What have you got?" I asked, seeing her packages. She only laughed and told me to "mind my own business."

"Go stand in the corner!" she snapped suddenly, as though she'd just thought of it. I sighed and nodded, wondering if I should remove my skirt. Since she hadn't told me to I decided to keep it on. I could hear her moving through the house but couldn't see what she was doing. I itched to look but refrained, knowing the sweetness of sacrifice.

"Okay, Erin, you may turn around now."

Heidi was standing before me in a long midnight blue gown. It was elegant, beautiful, with clean, understated lines that enhanced a shapely figure like Heidi's. The color was so dark it made Heidi's skin seem to gleam with vitality, the rosy glow of her cheeks wonderously pretty. Her long golden hair had been pinned up and the result was something so graceful I couldn't believe I was looking at the same Heidi that wore scruffy blue jeans and T-shirts all the time.

"My God, Heidi," I exclaimed. "You're gorgeous!"

She giggled delightfully, her cheeks blossoming into a deeper pink. "Thank you, Erin," she whispered. She seemed ready to burst with excitment, dancing on her toes like a child at Christmas.

"This is for you."

The long white box lay before me, a red bow fastening it shut. I stared at it, speechless. "It's not my birthday."

"I know," she said softly. There was a pause. "It's mine."

"Heidi!" I cried. "You didn't tell me! That's not fair. I've got nothing for you!"

"Yes you do," she said bluntly, her eyes intent. I gulped, wondering what she had in mind. "Open it."

Trembling with wonder, my hands fingered the bow. Carefully I untied it and opened the box. Inside, nestled within white tissue paper, was a slender crock-handled cane. Tingles went up and down my spine. My mouth went dry. I glanced up at Heidi. She was grinning at me, that near smirk that always made me want to take her over _my_ knee.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, and she sighed happily.

I took the cane from the box. It was white and smooth. It wasn't especially heavy, but it was flexible. Already I felt my belly tensing with anticipation. This thin rod was going to hurt terribly, like all canes did. And yet, coming from my beloved Heidi, I relished every stroke.

"Please," I whispered, my voice so hoarse I'm surprised she understood. But she did. She took the cane and nodded toward the kitchen table. I bent across it without a word.

"I'm twenty years old today," she said in her soft, melodious voice. "I think that's a beautiful number, don't you?"

I nodded, too tense to speak.

My skirt was lifted then, and as always turning that procedure, my emotions went beserk. I felt everything from panic to sexual arousal. Feeling coursed through me, making me wild. My palms, flat against the table, began to sweat. I leaned forward until my breasts touched the wooden surface of the table and I waited, holding my breath.

Heidi stood behind me, swishing the cane through the air. "I'm new at this," she said. I didn't answer. I knew it didn't matter if she lacked experience -- the cane was a fearsome weapon in anyone's hands.

"Stay in position or I shall add strokes," she said. I nodded.

Then it came. I felt her line up the stroke, the cane just touching my bum. Then it flashed down, a solid respectable strike for a first try, though nothing as severe as a blow from Professor Boron or even Miss C. Still, I flinched slightly, expelling my clenched breath.

"Ahhh," I sighed as the pain prickled me.

She struck me again, this one poorly aimed but harder, the tip burying into the right side of my right cheek. I chirped in alarm and stood on my toes.

The caning seemed to be over far too quickly, and yet, during the punishment, it lasted forever. Every blow was deliberate, carefully done. Heidi was experimenting, testing, learning. She struck soft, she struck hard. Some blows were on target, some off. Still, it wasn't a bad beating for a first try. After a dozen I was quite uncomfortable, fidgeting slightly in anticipation of more. By the time we reached eighteen I was sweating and groaning, for Heidi was now striking me quite hard and accurately. As I mentioned, she was a quick study.

With only two left, she paused. "Take off your clothes."

It took me a moment to figure out what she'd said. For some reason I became extremely excited. Quickly I stood and tore off my clothes, tossing them into a heap in the corner. Naked, I ran back to the table and resumed my position. Heidi had not moved.

The final two cracks weren't any harder than the previous ones, but being naked while Heidi was clothed in her elegant gown made me seem much more vulnerable, and I cried out loud at each stroke. Afterwards I stood there crying, still bent over, my bare arse wiggling and throbbing with pain.

Suddenly I felt something very near my bottom -- a cooling breath. Alarmed, I glanced over my shoulder. Heidi was there, bending over, gently blowing on my wealed bottom. Her face went closer, out of my view, and I blushed in horror at what she was seeing. My crotch was dripping with moisture and I didn't see how she could fail to see it.

"Ah!" cried Heidi in a stern voice. "What a naughty girl! You are excited by your punishment, aren't you?

I didn't say anything, closing my eyes at my humiliation.

THWACK! came the cane, a fierce cut right across the base of my bum. I gasped and half-stood. Heidi's hand plunged into the middle of my back and shoved me downward, slamming my breasts against the table. I shuddered and moaned.

"Answer me!" she shouted. "Are you excited by your punishment?"

"Y-yes, ma'am," I managed.

"Oh, that is very, very naughty. You must be punished most severely, shouldn't you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm going to give you a choice of punishments. One is going to be much more severe than the other. I think you know which I should prefer you take, don't you?"

I nodded frantically, my sex surging with fantastic trembling at the thought of more discipline.

"Good," said Heidi. "Here is your choice. Take another twenty strokes of the cane right now... or, you can move in with me and become my roommate and I shall cane you night and day, any time I like."

The silence in the room seemed like a physical presence. I couldn't breath. My joy had never been greater. It was so great, in fact, that I doubted it existed. Surely I could not be privileged with so much happiness!

"Oh, please, dear Heidi," I sobbed, tears flooding onto the table. "Let me live with you. I shall be a good girl, very obedient to you. I promise."

Immediately her arms embraced me from behind, the smooth material of her dress pressing against my painfully sore rear. Her hands reached around my chest and grasped my breasts, squeezing them tightly, and I felt her lips nuzzling my ear.

"I love you, dear Erin," she said quietly.

I could do nothing but weep.

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