The college flatmates (M/F story)

"Lane's here," Jackie told her college flatmate when the doorbell rang. She kept absent-mindedly toying with a lock of her long, red hair. "We are going to hang out in my room and listen to music. Hope you don't mind?"

"Go ahead," Cassie said, sipping her cup of tea. "I have to work on an assignment anyway – we're handing it in tomorrow. Have fun." The skinny, dark-haired goth smiled as Jackie bounced off to greet her tall, handsome boyfriend. There was only the slightest blush in Jackie's cheeks that revealed she wasn't telling the truth, but Cassie was not fooled – and the lascivious way that Lane looked as his girlfriend as they disappeared into the sanctuary of her bedroom was another strong clue.

For the first month or so after moving in, Cassie had obviously assumed that the couple were having sex whenever Lane came over, and she didn't understand why they needed to come up with excuses and play excessively loud music to drown out any noise. They were all adults, the two were in love and dating each other – why did they have to pretend?

A few weeks, however, she'd found the missing piece of the puzzle. They weren't having sex – or at least, not JUST doing that. And now, she knew why they were so eager to drown out the noise.

As the sounds of Sabaton rang out in the quiet apartment, Cassie gave the amorous couple a few minutes to get sorted before sneaking up to the door. It wasn't necessary for her to tiptoe – she could have marched over there in army boots, and they wouldn't have heard a thing – but she did it anyway, because she felt it was appropriate.

Kneeling down, she placed her eye to the keyhole. Lane was sitting on Jackie's bed with something almost resembling a scowl on his face, lecturing his girlfriend, though through the door, Cassie obviously couldn't hear a word that was being said over the music. Jackie was standing in front of him, fidgeting slightly in a passable impression of a naughty girl pretending to be sorry for whatever she'd done.

After a few minutes, Lane reached forward, grabbing his girlfriend's hand. The young woman was dragged over her boyfriend's knee with only token efforts to resist. With her head and torso resting on the bed and her long legs touching the floor, Jackie's bottom was centred over her boyfriend's lap. With unconcealed joy, he lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of black satin panties, and began to caress her bottom. Then, he lifted his hand high in the air.

The first time Cassie had discovered that Jackie was being spanked by her boyfriend, she'd been shocked. Between songs, Jackie had let out a squeal that was louder than usual – loud enough to penetrate through the thick walls. Wanting to make sure everything was all right, Cassie had peeped through the keyhole, and was outraged. To see her flatmate kick her legs and squirm as his hard hand slammed down on her bare bottom - it was horrifying that a young man would treat his beloved this way, and she decided she would rush in and save her. Or at least stop spying through the keyhole. Any minute now, she'd get up and do something.

But she hadn’t. She'd stayed there, spying on them in this private moment, and realized that Jackie was having fun. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it more than Cassie had ever enjoyed ANYTHING in her life. When they finished, and Jackie's posterior was redder than her hair, she'd kissed her boyfriend with incredible passion – and the look she gave him as they undressed was anything but resentful.

After that, Cassie would peek at them every time Lane came over. She couldn't explain why it made her feel the way it did, but nothing was more erotic than watching the pair playing. She'd never seen anything more wonderful.


Cassie rubbed her sore knees as she watched Lane's firm palm slapping down on Jackie's jiggling buns. Sometimes, she brought a pillow to kneel on, but she hadn't done that today, and she was unsure whether she would have time to fetch one before he pulled Jackie's panties down. It was always a fun little moment, and she didn't want to miss it.

Lane was laughing at something Jackie had said, when he suddenly frowned. After a few seconds, he grinned, and whispered something to his girlfriend. Thinking for a second, she whispered back, and then both of them looked in Cassie's direction, waving.

Pulling away from the door, Cassie gasped. Could they have seen her through the keyhole? That would just be too embarrassing – being caught peeping like a misbehaving child. She placed her eye to the keyhole again. Grinning, Lane was beckoning her. Cassie froze. Did he really want her to come inside? They had to be bluffing. This had to be some part of their roleplay. They couldn't actually have spotted her.

Still sitting on the bed, with his girlfriend over his lap, Lane picked up the remote control and turned the music off. "Come on in, Cassie. You must be uncomfortable, and there are some chairs in here that will give you a better view," he said, clearly amused.

Cassie blushed, feeling lightheaded. How humiliating! Slowly, she rose to her feet. She pondered whether to run off, lock herself in her bedroom, and not talk to either of them ever again, or maybe sit down in the living room and pretend she'd been here all evening, and that they'd been mistaken. However, she didn't. Reluctantly, with glacial slowness, she opened the door, peeking through the crack.

"That's it," Lane coaxed, his voice gentle and soft, as if he was worried that he'd scare her away. "Come on. Come in here, Cassie. Don't be scared. We won't hurt y-" He hesitated. "Actually, let's not rule anything out quite yet, but there's nothing to be afraid of."

Cassie entered the room, her face redder than Jackie's bottom had ever been. "I was just …" she mumbled. "I thought it was – it didn't seem… I can't –"

"I understand," Lane said, still in that same gentle voice. "You were curious. You wanted to see what happens to naughty girls," he said, patting Jackie's bottom. "Why don't you sit down in the desk chair? That way, you'll have a better view."

Cassie looked down at Jackie, who was grinning, seeming to find this whole situation hilarious. She sank down in the chair, trying to salvage some shred of dignity, but was unable to find it.

Lane lifted his hand and continued to smack Jackie's panty-clad rear, causing her to wriggle and squeal. Without the music, and now finding herself actually in the room, Cassie was surprised to discover how much more intense and erotic the sight was. Watching Jackie kick her legs, yelping while her boyfriend slapped her wriggling rear, and the damp patch on her crotch growing larger and larger. To be near enough to touch them, if she wanted. To hear their little comments to each other… It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Before her eyes, Lane grabbed hold of Jackie's panties. He peeled them down with slow, deliberate movements, baring her pink bottom. Sitting as close as she did, Cassie could smell Jackie's arousal. At least, she thought it was Jackie's and not her own she was smelling.

Lane continued to spank Jackie's bottom soundly, his hand rising and falling with great speed and force. She squealed and whimpered, her fingers clutching the bedsheet, her feet moving as if she was competing in a race. Gradually, her pink cheeks turned redder and redder.

By the time Lane helped her to her feet, tears were rolling down her face, but as she rubbed her stinging bottom, there was a wide grin on her face. Jackie wondered absently whether they would start undressing now – they usually ended their spanking sessions with a tumble in the sheets, but she wasn't entirely sure they were going to do that in front of her. Then again, she hadn't expected Lane to spank Jackie in front of her, so she was reevaluating some assumptions right now.

Lane leaned forward and placed a hand on Cassie's arm, waking her from her thoughts. He gave her that same warm, comforting smile he'd used before. "Now, did that sate your curiosity?" His grin widened. "Or would you like a more … personal demonstration?"

Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned pale as she processed the prospect he was proposing. The idea of finding herself being spanked over his knee was incredibly intimidating, but also exciting. She looked at Jackie, expecting her to protest, but the look on her flatmate's face suggested that she was far from averse to the idea.

Cassie stared at the floor, overcome with emotion. After a few seconds, Lane placed his finger under her chin, gently forcing her to look at him. "What do you say, Cassie? Would you like that?"

Cassie blushed, glancing down again, but nodded. He grinned, helping her to her feet. As she stood before him, his hands moved to the button of her tight, black jeans. He glanced at her face, making sure she was OK with it, before unbuttoning and unzipping her trousers. Slowly and gently, he peeled them down to her knees, revealing a pair of old, worn cotton knickers – unlike Jackie, Cassie had not expected anyone to see her panties when she got dressed this morning. Gently, he guided over his lap, placing her in the same position that Jackie had occupied: her torso resting on the bed, her legs stretched out, and her butt raised. He began to caress her bottom, causing her to flinch at the touch.

"Have you ever been spanked before, Cassie?" he asked softly. She shook her head. "I thought so. I'm going to start off slowly and gently, to ease you into this. If you want me to be even gentler, or you'd like to stop, let me know, OK?" When she didn't respond, he placed his left hand on her shoulder, while his right hand continued to caress her. "Did you hear me, Cassie?"

"Y-yes," she mumbled, trying to overcome her nervousness. "Yes, I'll let you know if it's too hard, I promise." She looked over at Jackie, who was watching them with a grin on her face. She'd pulled her skirt back down, but her panties were still around her ankles, and she'd placed a pillow on her desk chair so that she could sit more comfortably on her spanked rear. Unable to face her flatmate, Cassie buried her face in the bed.

Lane lifted his hand and began to spank her. The first smacks were slow and gentle – she barely felt them land. He continued to whisper to her, telling her that everything was going to be OK, that she was in safe hands, and that she had an adorable little bottom that he would greatly enjoy spanking. She blushed, almost telling him to shut up, but not actually wanting him to stop.

Gradually, the spanks came harder and faster. After a few minutes, Cassie began to fidget, the gentle sting in her rear growing with every smack.

When a particularly hard spank caused her to yelp, Lane frowned. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she assured him, though in truth, she was feeling slightly light-headed.

"Would you like me to continue?" he said, rubbing her bottom. When she nodded, he continued to spank her, his firm hand covering every inch of her little rear.

This was the most incredible thing Cassie had ever experienced. To feel his hand caressing her bottom, before soundly slapping it. To feel the pain and warmth slowly grow, until it felt like she'd sat on a hot stove. To feel his lap under her, his erection pressing into her as she squirmed on his lap. She'd never felt anything like it.

"Should I take your panties down?" he asked.

She bit her lip. Being spanked over his lap, squirming and yelping while her flatmate watched, was embarrassing enough. To be spanked on her bare bottom, so that they would both be able to see just how wet she was? That would be utterly humiliating!

Burying her face in her hands, she took a deep breath before nodding her acceptance.

His fingers moved to the waistband of her panties. "Lift your hips for me, please," he told her as he began to pull them down. Blushing even redder, she did as he instructed, and he slid them down to join her jeans around her ankles. He patted her bare cheeks gently before continuing to spank her.

Cassie was kicking her legs, yelping, and squirming, moaning from pain and pleasure, as the spanks continued to rain down on her burning backside. Despite this, the thought of telling him to stop never even entered her mind. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

When Lane helped her to her feet, Cassie had no idea how long she'd been over his lap. It could have been days, or seconds – either far too long, or not nearly long enough. Her hands flew back to rub her scorched bottom, and she jumped from foot to foot in a dance that she'd seen Jackie perform many, many times. She realized now that it was far less funny when you were the one doing it.

Lane hugged her to his chest, whispering softly to her as he comforted her. Resting his head on his torso, feeling him caressing her, the emotions of the moment soon overwhelmed her. Without thinking, she lifted her head and kissed him passionately – the erotic energy filling her was too strong to contain.

It was only after their lips had parted that she remembered that she was kissing her flatmate's boyfriend… while her flatmate was watching. She slowly turned to look at Jackie, dreading what her reaction would be. Jackie was still sitting on the desk chair, her eyebrow raised. She stood up, and the two women faced each other – both with tear-streaked faces and their knickers on half-mast.

Cassie blushed, staring at the floor, waiting for Jackie's outburst. Just like how Lane had done, Jackie placed a finger under Cassie's chin, forcing her to look up. When their eyes met, Jackie grinned, placing a kiss on her roommate's lips.

For a few seconds, Cassie was too stunned to know how to react. Then, she hungrily returned the kiss.


The next morning, Cassie was slightly disoriented when she woke up in Jackie's bed. Lane was lying between them, snoring gently, each of his hands cupping a naughty woman's naked, well-spanked rear.

As Cassie sat up in bed, watching the two sleepers, she thought about what happened last night. Not only the spanking, but everything that happened afterward. Her life had just gotten more complicated – and a lot more wonderful