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【美乐蒂的作者写的collegegirl很不错，似乎没有中译本？】
女大学生
第一章：我的新室友
注：此故事含有9岁女孩的NC spanking（NC – non consensual 非双方愿意的，感谢5楼genie）。若阁下仍未满18岁或感到被相
关内容冒犯，请勿继续阅读。
时间：1971年8月下旬（周四）
地点：美国中西部的某大学，Jameson宿舍楼3楼（女生宿舍）
20岁的海瑟·威廉姆斯站起身来，擦了擦额头上的汗。史蒂夫一小时前刚开走他的小车，应该马上就
会回家了。要是没有史蒂夫的话，她能做些什么呢？史蒂夫去年毕的业，明天就要出发去技术学院了
。只不过他并不真的对工程学很感兴趣，但至少要比让他可爱的小屁股在Nam被刮掉好得多！她希望
他能好好干。技术学院和跑道（？）差远了！至于她自己，她还需要保持绩点在4.0左右，但是每年
需要做的事情将会变得越来越困难，如果她想要发表告别致辞的话。
她收拾行李收拾了一个小时，最后把她的衣物、书籍、随身听还有刚买的13寸便携式电视机等收拾好
，摆在她那（狭窄的）宿舍里。
海瑟为了那件事而感到后悔。当她大三的时候，她有权利住在校外，包括西边的公寓和城镇中众多合
租房都可以选择。但是那可不是命中注定。就算她有从整个夏天在Sonic打工攒下来的钱，就算她把
车留给在家的父母以节省一比高昂的校园停车费，海瑟也没办法支付校外住宿的租金。当然了，这里
也没有“爹地”可以帮助她！如果她住在宿舍里的话，偶尔的联系还是有的，只是亲爱的老爸一点都
不相信这位女孩能在没人监督的公寓里好好学习，他会在她试图搬入校外的第一时间拦下她。
于是，她又开始了一年的宿舍生活，却不知道谁将会成为她的室友。之前的宿舍显得很拥挤，她、蕾
切尔和苏珊在去年勉强挤在了这小小的宿舍里。
但今年似乎不会再这样了。她们仨通过硬币表决，最后海瑟输了。蕾切尔和苏珊搬到了浴室另一侧的
房间里，但海瑟只能等待一位新成员的到来。至少她得想法子整理整理这间位于宿舍楼边缘，靠着消
防楼梯的“最次”的房间。现在这意味着她只需要考虑某一边的噪音，而那两位带来的麻烦都不再是
麻烦了。地板是厚重的混凝土，她听不到什么噪音的，哪怕是有人在听立体式音响。只要舍友不太糟
糕的话……最后这里将是净土了！
她认为新室友会是同年级的人，或者低一年级。天哪，别让她摊上啥都不懂的人，那可太糟糕了。一
个什么都不懂的小孩简直能逼疯她。
要是是个大四的前辈，那她在宿舍里的地位就是更低的那个了。海瑟盯着下铺的床，想着要是得给一
个大四的腾位置是个什么情况。事实上她自己在上铺睡了2年了，可以说她还是比较乐意的——规矩
还是得守。
不过，来个大四的也不见得那么糟……
【电话铃声】
“你好。是的，我是海瑟·威廉姆斯。是这样，我还没找到室友来着……住房办公室？好的好的，我
现在下楼。”
为什么他们喊她下楼去就为了见一位潜在的室友？除非——噢可能他们想说服她去招呼一个不懂事的
家伙。或者，难道……他们想让她去作为谁的监护人？宿舍里的监护人能分配到整洁的带卫浴单间，
不过大多数都是大四生。她想，也许他们缺人手呢？
想到这里，海瑟感觉有干劲了，她慢跑下楼梯（她平时也是上下楼梯的，这似乎是为了保持她苗条的
身材。）
当她打开办公室的大门，她震惊地发现老爸也在？！
不过仔细一看，那张脸似乎不属于威廉姆斯先生。此外，旁边站着的穿着裙子的女性也不是她母亲。
还有一个带着眼镜扎着辫子的小孩。
“额，史蒂芬斯太太？你提到了我的新室友，请问她……在这里吗？”
“我想你指的是我。”
海瑟盯着她，新室友是个小孩？！
“不，你看上去甚至都没有到10岁？”
“但这……”
“恐怕是的（指小孩就是新室友）。”牧师发话了，“比你小多了，对不？对了，我叫托马斯。我们
的小玛丽可是个天才……”
“神童！爸！我告诉过你！如果我发明了曲速引擎或者宇宙统一场论，那 么 我 才 是 天 才！在那
之前，我顶多只算个个神童！”
“随便怎样！你别再打岔了，先保持安静，我知道威廉姆斯小姐能理解我在说什么……那个，玛丽上
周刚满9岁……”
是的，海瑟似乎真的是理解了。呵呵，怎么可能让她这一年来当这么个小孩的保姆啊？
“我们知道你更加合适。”这位母亲提到，“是的，我们希望你帮帮我们照顾她，她在家里似乎学不
到任何东西了，我们甚至没有一个社区大学。她如果独自一人在外还是太小了点。”
“妈咪！我……”
“你太小！了！我们讨论过的，如果没有适合的人选，我们当然会再等几年，然后送你去大学。可是
现在，我们通过了解得知了有这么一位合适的人选了。”
噢噢噢噢！这可是个大问题。如果她敢说“不”，然后他们和爹地提到她拒绝这事的话，他会毫不留
情地痛打她的屁股。她父母教育孩子最好用的方法看上去就是……他们把柔软的小屁股变成带有强烈
刺痛的深红色球体的能力。海瑟很确定她的四个妹妹因为这，小时候都乖巧地像天使。
“别担心，我们不会强迫你的。如果你实在不愿意的话，我向你保证不会让你爸知道。天哪，我刚刚
看到你的表情了，亲爱的，我们希望的是你自愿。我们也知道，让小玛丽很大可能会给你添很多麻烦
，不过我们愿意提供一些补偿……”
海瑟听到后，双眼又有些发光，“补偿？您的意思是，额，您会给我报酬吗？”
“我想……每周25美元足够补偿你了吗？在你回答之前，我必须提醒，你得确保她遵守我们给她定的
一些规矩，包括9点前就得上床之类的，这可能对你来说有些困难，考虑到你还要学习……”
比她想象的少。海瑟每天早上6点就起床去游泳池，她还不是正式队员，但每日精进，也已经成为了
替补。所以她每天尽量早点就寝。在史蒂夫走后，她全身心投入到学习中，在这一年内都没有参加任
何聚会，因为吃得太多显然对一个体育健将没有好处！
然而要带一个9岁小孩也意味着痛苦，有钱赚的“痛苦”。海瑟咧开嘴笑，意识到这笔钱足够她搬到
学校外面去住了。
除非……必须待在宿舍里才拿得到这笔钱？
“嗯，这可能对于我的生活造成了一些压力，比您想的要少一些。不过我有些疑问。我今年有很大机
会加入游泳队，所以我需要在6点起床，比玛丽的起床时间早得多，请问要怎么处理呢？”
“稍等，”协调员史蒂芬斯说到，“我有很多事情要忙，我知道海瑟是你的第一选择，毕竟你认识她
的父母嘛。如果她同意，为什么你们不上楼讨论呢？而就算她不同意，你们也可以下来然后我们看看
名单上是不是有下一个合适的人选。”
“同意。”
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他们一起去了海瑟的宿舍。
“我们刚才提到我的游泳训练，那么我将没法喊玛丽起床，那是否会成为问题？”
“不会的，如果她按时上床了。”她爸指出，“玛丽自己起床有一段时间了，我不认为那会是个问题
。”
“玛丽的问题在于按时上床而不是起床，上床问题解决了，起床就不会是个问题了。”
可怜的小朋友看上去很羞愧，红着脸听家长讨论自己的作息问题。
“很好！但是我有些时候可能会熬夜学习，会弄得比较晚。而且我想，玛丽有时候也不得不这样的。
你们知道的，这是在大学。也许我们可以为她在下铺铺一层窗帘什么的，这样我学习的时候也不太会
打扰到她的睡眠。”
“那可真是个好主意，我们买了毛毯来着。不过……我担心的是玛丽熬夜，哪怕是为学习。我觉得我
不一定能让自己相信她的判断。”
“所以我们选择相信海瑟你的判断，如果你认为她确实需要这么做，那么你可以建议她第二天合适的
时间打个盹，当然还得确保她第二天能起来。”
“我的两个朋友在隔壁，我觉得你们可以见见她俩。我确信他们乐意提供帮助。”现在海瑟有正当理
由霸占上铺了，“我觉得如果玛丽听我话按时上床，那就不会给我添麻烦的。”
“她会的，”托马斯女士说，“正如我所说，玛丽在上床睡觉前总会惹点事，而且这可不是唯一的难
处哦。”
“好吧，恐怕我没能完全理解您的意思，”海瑟感觉到疑惑，“我的意思是，玛丽知道我会掌控一切
，而且必要的时候我会联络你们的。不过如果她不听话，我不是很确定我能为此做些什么，事实上我
也只是她的室友而已。”
“嗯，海瑟，我们倒是希望你做的更多，可以读读这封信吗？”
托马斯先生给了海瑟一份看上去很正式的文件。当海瑟在读信的时候，他们一家子人都很安静，小玛
丽倒是一直盯着这位可爱的年轻女士。
“我……我不是太确定，‘代替父母’这里，具体指的是？”
“亲爱的，这表示你是我们的‘代理人’，你将有绝对的权威。”
“我知道室友是互相平等对待的”托马斯女士补充道，“你也知道，额，这不是传统意义上的宿舍关
系了，你们其中有一人要作为掌权者，毫无疑问就是你。”
“好的，我会控制住局面。那么，如果她调皮、不听我的话，我该怎么办呢？”海瑟“明知故问”。
她的经历告诉她，这个答案几乎是确定的。这会让和这小鬼的生活变得有趣起来。不过她还是需要最
后确认，“我的意思是，我是让她站墙角，还是？”
“墙角？”牧师笑道，显然是看到了宿舍里并没有所谓的“角”，“如果你找得到的话！不过之后你
还得好好地给她的臀部加加工。”
海瑟有点兴奋，不过没有表现在脸上。不过玛丽的脸红的跟甜菜似的，立马把视线从海瑟身上移开了
。海瑟不怎么意外，终于可以在小鬼——和她的小屁股上尝到自己权威的甜头了。
“拍打？意思是说如果我觉得玛丽需要，那么我给她的屁股上加点颜色？我是没有反对意见啦。我有
4个妹妹，从14岁的露西到6岁的南希。作为年纪最大的，我也照顾了她们几年，也在必要的时候揍过
她们几顿。不过在照顾别人家小孩的时候，我还是必须确认家长的意见的。”
“亲爱的，这样做很机灵，我同意。”托马斯女士说到，“你这番话也让我们确定了你就是我们要找
的那个人，能胜任照顾玛丽的工作的人。”
“我也确信海瑟就是我们需要的人，还有如果你不介意的话，我们告诉你父亲你将帮助我们的事，我
们得让他知道他有多为你骄傲。”
哇！每周25美元和爹地那里的好感度提升！最重要的是，一个机会，哦不，一个需求——当她觉得必
要，她可以“温暖温暖”小鬼的座位？嘿嘿！海瑟感觉要上天了……“当然了，先生，如果您坚持。
我很荣幸可以帮到你的忙，而且我很确定老爸会乐意听到这些的。不过我会自己跟他说明的。事实上
，我确实需要问问他的意见，我知道他会答应，不过还是……”
“当然当然！不过还是我来联络吧……”
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当两位父亲的电话交流结束，海瑟忍受完她亲爱的爹地嘱咐的一堆注意事项后，4人坐下来结束他们
的讨论。
“我们说到你应该怎么惩罚玛丽，细节可能有些难以说明……”
“噢亲爱的，难道你还要继续‘计划’吗？”托马斯女士说到。
“是的！海瑟，玛丽确实有些熊。发脾气，烦躁，打扰我们（做事）……最后我决定在我们回家之前
赏她一顿，这主意还可以吧。或许还可以给你做个示范。”
玛丽的脸由红转白，她意识到她逃不过这即将到来的惩罚了。
“事实上，我在想，这是一次机会。让海瑟来作为惩罚的主导者，我们提供帮助和建议。”
“您的意思是由我来打玛丽的屁股？在你们在场的情况下？”
“这是个好主意，对不？玛丽，下床，来这边。海瑟，或许你在这张长沙发上会更顺手些，我们俩坐
在椅子上就行。”
玛丽明显不情愿地挪了挪位置，有些害怕地走向自己惩罚的执行者，她正坐在沙发上。
几秒钟后这位苗条的9岁神童就被迫趴在了自己舍友的大腿上。
海瑟抚平玛丽的蓝色百褶短裙，然后再缓缓拉起它，把裙子掀到小孩的背上。
她屏住呼吸，等待着托马斯先生什么时候阻止她，然后在玛丽的印有卡通蜜蜂的纯棉内裤上拍了拍。
玛丽毕竟还不是一个普通的大学生呢……没有人阻止，玛丽的父母只是在看着。
于是海瑟扬起手，开始她对玛丽的拍打。小孩的屁股非常柔软，在拍打的时候，她听到了轻微的啜泣
声，这使她诧异：大部分的小朋友表现得更加强烈，特别是她带的那些。海瑟习惯打的很重。
清脆的拍打掴在包着一层织物的皮肤上，随后因为臀部强烈的刺痛，趴在腿上的小孩开始大声哭泣。
海瑟可以看到小孩白嫩的屁股渐渐变成亮粉色。在25下严厉的拍打后，玛丽哭的更大声了。海瑟停下
拍打，看着自己同样变红的手掌。
海瑟望着小孩的父母，想看看这顿打是否足够严厉。
托马斯夫人开口了，“这是个不错的热身打，不过是不是应该脱下她的内裤了？”
海瑟一愣，她揍过不少小孩。
但是还从来没打过小孩的光屁股。她只在南希4岁的时候隔着内裤揍过两次。
不过海瑟并不缺乏关于打光屁股的经验，她有的是。不过被揍的都是她！妈咪会在她犯错误特别严重
的时候扒了裤子揍她，而爹地只在她年龄比现在的玛丽还小的时候揍过光屁股。不过玛丽将要受到的
惩罚着实超出了海瑟所考虑的：她父母真的很严！看来海瑟得多在玛丽的屁股上下点功夫了。
拍打小孩的光屁股！唯一的问题是海瑟觉得手已经快不是自己的了。而且她已经两年没打过人了，更
不必说这次的运动强度。这顿打还只是所谓的“热身”……海瑟想到自己11岁偷偷抽烟被妈咪发现的
时候，刚点起火就被抓个现行，然后就挨揍了。
她把手伸向哭泣的小鬼的内裤，“恐怕我有点缺乏训练，先生。我的手有点疼了……”
“噢，当然！为什么不去车上拿……”
“不，不用！女士！如果您打开梳妆台最上层的抽屉，是的在那里面”，同时海瑟轻轻地拉下玛丽的
大黄蜂内裤，露出有着可爱粉色的小屁股，然后将内裤拉到膝盖处，像她之前做过的一样。
她兴奋地看着面前的光屁股，玛丽太可爱了，特别是因为屁股的刺痛而哭泣着。玛丽知道接下来将发
生什么——屁股将继续燃烧……
“当然，太赞了！来，给你，亲爱的。我同意，你能做的相当好，你确实是对的人！”托马斯夫人将
海瑟的木头发刷递给她，这是她13岁从奶奶那里得到的生日礼物。海瑟轻轻地用发刷背面爱抚玛丽柔
软的臀部。小孩微微躬身，回头看了一眼。
“不不不不不要！别用发刷！求您了！求您不要用发刷揍我！请您用手！求您了海瑟姐！”
“没门，亲爱的！”在海瑟说话前，托马斯夫人给出了回应。“你知道你爸本来计划用皮带好好的抽
你的屁股的，在你挨过一顿好的拍打之后！你应该知道，你的行为，要挨的揍远比用手打光屁股严厉
！我本来是想去拿你的板子上来的，但是海瑟的发刷也可以做的一样好。嗯？海瑟？你还在等什么？
”
海瑟将发刷高高扬起，然后落下，“啪！”
当发刷落在玛丽赤裸的屁股上时，玛丽大声地号哭。海瑟发现面前的小屁股上多了一个可爱的红色椭
圆形印记，然后准备进行下一记抽打。
“灵活地挥动你的腕关节！”旁边的母亲建议。海瑟的下一记发刷给腿上的9岁神童带来了更强烈的
爆炸。玛丽的号哭声更大了，这赢得了她母亲的称赞。
海瑟发现现在需要限制玛丽的行动，不然就让她从腿上挣脱了，事实上这对于她来说很容易办得到。
她还惊奇地发现，玛丽的手十分地安分，甚至有点像是在祈祷。甚至当身后的疼痛到了难以忍受的极
点，玛丽的手也始终保持在原来的位置，没有试图保护自己可怜的臀部。
海瑟为发刷如此大的威力感到惊讶，12记严厉的抽打后，小鬼已经没办法再挣扎了，只能默默承受屁
股上肆虐的疼痛。
她停下手，看向小孩的父母。
“亲爱的，你怎么停下了？玛丽可不是玻璃做的，她的小屁股也许已经变红变烫，但是你仍然可以给
她足够的拍打。相信我，我经常用小板子揍个10分钟的，这当然会很疼，但是惩罚就是这样。”
“当然，女士。但我也希望玛丽成为我的朋友。毕竟小朋友在车里比较多动也不是什么奇怪的事儿，
她只是对于即将到来的大学生活感到紧张，如果您觉得有必要，我可以再给她更重、时间更长的抽打
，但现在我想宽恕她，然后我们可以处理搬家的一些事情。”
海瑟屏住呼吸，希望她在严厉和宽容间找到了平衡。托马斯女士勉强同意了她，“但是我希望今晚睡
前她会得到一次睡前拍打，以让她加强一下这次‘课程’的理解。还有疑问吗亲爱的？这就是通常玛
丽调皮的时候我们会给予她的……”
海瑟立马答应执行额外的惩罚，然后站起身来。
“现在，感谢海瑟对你的惩罚，玛丽小姐——以及她如此轻易地放过了你！”
玛丽给了海瑟一个大大的拥抱，说到，“感谢您给我一顿好打，海瑟姐，也谢谢您这么仁慈。我保证
我会好好学会这次教训，不给您添麻烦。我会努力做到您要我做的，好好学习天天……”
“够了玛丽！为什么你不——跪在床上面壁，好好反省一下呢？噢我还得告诉隔壁两位，不然我们这
要被当成精神病院了！”
海瑟给双方介绍了一下，并注意到托马斯先生对蕾切尔十分满意，不过没有说什么。她们俩都对海瑟
的新室友感到吃惊，甚至有点小嫉妒。想象一下你的舍友听你的话，还可能挨你的揍！她们很乐意在
海瑟不方便的时候帮忙。海瑟没有明说，不过她确保朋友们能在玛丽欠揍的时候给她几巴掌什么的…
…在内裤包裹着的屁股上。
2位女孩到海瑟的房间里，尝试着安慰小玛丽，她们也对玛丽受到的足够严厉的惩罚而惊讶，并对小
孩子的恢复能力感到诧异。海瑟提醒玛丽提上内裤，然后所有人下楼去托马斯的车上取玛丽的行李。
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晚上9点前，在玛丽冲完澡，刷完牙准备上床睡觉的时候，海瑟坐在下铺，让小孩趴在自己的腿上，
脱下粉红色的睡裤和同样粉红色的内裤，接着用强壮的右手给了可爱的小屁股12记手掌的拍打。
玛丽对于自己如此就被放过很难以置信，她的拥抱几乎要将大三学生压倒。
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Story: My New Roomie (Collegegirl-1) (F/f) NC (Lurking Dragon)
Note: This story contains the NC spanking of a nine-year-old girl.
If you are under 18 or offended by such material…
DONT READ IT AND GO AWAY!!!
The Time: Late August, 1971 (Thursday)
The Place: 3rd Floor of Jameson Residence Hall (A Girls floor).
A Large Midwestern University.
My New Roomie (Collegegirl-1)
Twenty-year-old Heather Williams stood up and mopped off the sweat
dripping from her brow. Steve had pulled away in his pickup an hour
ago, and would be getting home soon. God, what would she do without
Steve? Her boyfriend had graduated last year, and would be leaving
tomorrow for Tech. Not that he was really all that interested in
engineering–but a deferment was a hell of a lot better than getting
his cute buns blown off in Nam! She hoped hed do O.K.–Tech was a
long way from running track!! Still, that should let her keep her
GPA up…still 4.0, she had hopes of making Valedictorian next year–
but the work kept getting tougher each year.
Shed been unpacking for the last hour–and at last, her clothes,
books, stereo, her prize 13 inch COLOR portable TV shed just bought,
all of her STUFF was finally put away into the (very limited) space of
her dorm room.
Heather felt a momentary twinge of regret at that fact. As a Junior,
she finally had the right to live off-campus, either in one of the
apartment houses west of campus, or in one of the many co-op
houses across the drag in town. But that just wasnt meant to
be. Even with the money shed saved from her job at Sonic all
summer, even with leaving her car (another wince) at home with Mom
and Dad, saving the high campus parking fees, even with all that,
there was just no way Heather would be able to swing rent for
off-campus housing. And there was no way *Daddy* would help her
out there!! An occasional touch now and then would be possible–IF
she was in the dorm. But dear Daddy didnt trust his little girl
in the unsupervised apartments–and would cut her off in an instant
if she moved into one.
So she was in for yet another year of dormitory living. And she didnt
even know who her roommate would be
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!! The dorms were always
overcrowded, and she and Rachel and Susan had all three been crammed
into one of the small rooms last year–as SOPHOMORES no less!!
But this year, as Juniors, that wouldnt happen. She and the other
two girls had matched pennys–and Heather had lost. Which was why
Rachel and Susie were moving into the room on the other side of the
bathroom–and Heather would have to take pot luck on a new roomie.
At least shed managed to arrange for the end room–the one at
the very end of the hall, next to the fire stairs. That meant shed
only have to worry about the noise from ONE wall–and Rachel and
Sue wouldnt be any problem! The floors were thick concrete; shed
never heard anything through them, even during a stereo war. Peace
and quiet at last! Depending on what her new roommate was like…
She just hoped it would be a junior–a sophomore at least. PLEASE
dont let her get stuck with a know-nothing fish!! GOD thatd be
AWFUL–a kid like that would drive her nuts.
Or worse–a senior. Which would make HER low girl on the totem pole.
Heather looked at the made-up lower bunk, and considered having to
move upstairs to the upper bunk to make room for some snotty
superior senior-type girl. Actually, shed been in the top bunk for
two years now, and sorta preferred it–but standards had to be met.
But maybe a senior wouldnt be so bad…
<RIIIING>
"Hello? Yes, this is Heather Williams. No, I havent found a roommate
yet…the housing office?? Sure–Ill be right down…"
Now, why would they call her all the way downstairs to the office
just to meet a possible roommate?? Unless–oh, GOD maybe they were
gonna try to talk her into taking on a fish after all. Or maybe…Hey!
Maybe they wanted her to monitor!! Hall monitors got neat SINGLE
rooms and didnt have to share a bath!! They were USUALLY seniors,
but maybe they didnt have enough!!…Shed miss her friends, of
course, but theyd understand…
With that encouraging thought, Heather trotted down the stairs (she
always took the stairs–it helped her keep her slender figure in
top-notch shape. She hadnt been a State Finalist in the butterfly
for nothing!!)
When she knocked on the Housing offices door and was called in,
Heather was startled. Her first impression was that her Daddy was
there!!
But the face above the clerical collar was *not* that of the
Reverend Williams, despite a strong resemblance. And the slender
woman in the gingham dress next to him was not her Mommy.
And the four-eyed brat in pigtails seated between them had no place
in college at all.
"Yes, Mrs. Stephens? May I help you? You said something about a
potential roommate…is she around here?"
"That would be me."
Heathers jaw dropped and she stared. It was the BRAT!
"No way, kid. You cant be moren, what, ten? leven at most?"
"But it IS…"
"Yes it is, Im afraid." That was the reverend. "Quiet before your
elders, dear. Im Reverend Thomas, by the way. Yes, Im afraid our
little Mary here is quite the genius…"
"*Prodigy* Daddy!! Ive told you–If I invent warp drive or a
Universal Field Theory–THEN Im a genius. Until then, Im just
a prodigy!"
"WhatEVER!! Dont interrupt me again, young lady! Now be quiet–Im
sure Miss Williams understands what I mean…Now, Mary actually only
just turned nine last week…"
Oh, yeah, she understood all right. And was already shaking her head
in denial–NO WAY was she baby-sitting this brat all year!! UH-UH!!
"I see youre well ahead of us." That was the mother. "Yes, we *were*
hoping youd take our little girl under your wing. There simply isnt
anything left for her back home–we dont even have a community
college. But Id feel SO much better if someone we trusted had our
little girl in hand, so to speak. She IS still much to young to
be out on her own…"
"Mom-mee!! I…"
"You are TOO YOUNG! We talked about this, young lady–and if we
cant find someone suitable, well, youll just have to wait a
few years before you go off to college! Now, Heather, Donald
and I know your Daddy–we met at the interfaith conference last
year, and Donald was most impressed with his faith and strong moral
values…as I was by your mothers good sense and child raising
skills. She certainly kept that brood of hers under control! So when
we saw his name in the list of potential roommates Mrs. Stephens
showed us, as next of kin, we decided we wanted to speak with you
first…"
Ooops!! That was a problem–if she said no and they talked to Daddy
about it…Daddy would call this Christian Fellowship and blister her
butt if she turned them down…her parents best child raising skill
seemed to be their talent for turning a tender young bottom into
a crimson ball of agonizing pain. It worked, though–Heather was
certain that all four of her younger sisters had been proper little
angels at that conference…
"But we would never impose. If you dont want to help us, I assure
you your father will never hear about it–I saw the look on your
face, dear, and we want willing cooperation, not coercion. I DO
understand…having our little Mary underfoot *would* be quite
limiting on your, ah, social development…we would, of course, need
to compensate you for your efforts…"
Heathers eyes suddenly brightened at that wonderful word.
"Compensate? You mean–ah, youd be willing to *pay* me to…"
"Precisely. Would, say, $25 a week be enough to compensate you for
the trouble?? Before you answer, I should mention that you will need
to insure that she follows the rules weve laid down for her. And
that means shes to be in bed at nine every night, which might be
very hard on you, and your own studies…"
Less than she might think. Heather got up and hit the pool every
morning at six A.M. She wasnt on the team *yet*, but she was still
improving, and had been made an alternate late last year. So she
tended to hit the sack early herself. And with Steve gone, (she DID
love him so), Heather fully intended to hit the books and keep
away from the party scene this year anyway–that stuff was no good
for an athlete!
But still, keeping track of a nine-year-old brat in the dormitory
would be a real pain. But a profitable pain. Heather suddenly grinned
as she realized that that extra $25 a week WOULD have been enough to
let her move off campus.
Except that she could only GET it by staying IN the dorm.
Which was when she realized that she was gonna take on the brat.
So she said so. "Maam? Yes, it *would* be a big stress on my life,
but less than you might think. But I see some problems. Ive got
a good chance of making the swim team this year–which means Ill
have to be up and out at six, well before Mary will be up. Will
that be a problem?"
"Just a moment." That was Mrs. Stephens, the housing coordinator.
"I have ten thousand things to do–I know Heather is your first
choice, because you know her parents. If shes going to agree,
why dont you go up to the room and discuss it. If it doesnt
work out, come back down and well try the next name on the list…"
"That would be fine, Mrs. Stephens. Shall we go?"
==========================
They re-convened in Heathers dorm room. Heather seated herself on
one of the two plain, armless chairs provided with the built-in
desks, while Rev. and Mrs. Thomas seated themselves on the built-in
couch (which opened into the third bed), while Mary plopped herself
down on the lower of the two bunk beds–messing up Heathers neatly
smoothed blanket, to her annoyance.
"Now, we were discussing if my swimming practice would be a problem;
Ill be getting up before six for a six-thirty practice every day,
and I wont be here to get Mary up in the morning. Will that be a
problem?"
"Not if you get her to bed on time!!" That was the father. "Mary
has been getting up and out on her own for some time now. I dont
see that as a problem, do you, dear?"
"No, its going to bed that Mary sometimes has a problem with. Never
getting up–IF she got to bed on time. Manage the one problem, and
the other just doesnt happen."
The poor kid was looking mortified as her parents calmly discussed
her behavioral problems with the young lady who, it looked like,
would be in charge of her that year.
"Good!! But occasionally, sir, I WILL have to stay up late, to study.
And with all the best intentions, maam, sometimes Mary will have to,
too. This is college, and I suspect it will be tougher than any of you
suspect. Maybe we should put her in the lower bunk–we can drape
a blanket around it, and she should be able to go right to sleep
even if I have to stay up studying…"
"Thats a good idea. We brought a blanket that should do. But Im
worried about letting Mary stay up late at all, even for studying.
Im not certain I trust her judgment about that. Donald?"
"So we dont trust it. We trust *Heathers* judgment. If *YOU*
think Mary has a legitimate need to stay up late studying, then
*you* may let her do so. Try to have her make it up by taking a nap
the next day, though, if possible. And you *will* have to have
somebody make sure she gets up on time the next day…"
"My friends Rachel and Susan are next door. Ill want you to meet
them. Im sure theyll be glad to help out occasionally; weve
known each other for years." And Heather now had a legitimate reason
for taking the top bunk–without losing face. "Im sure Mary wont
give me any trouble about going to bed when I tell her to…"
"Ah, actually, she might." That was Mrs. Thomas. "As I said, Mary has
a bit of a prob
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lem about going to bed on time. And that isnt the
only…difficulty…she has."
"Well, Im afraid I dont understand." And Heather was puzzled.
"I mean, Mary will know Im in charge. And I guess I could call you
if I had to. But if she doesnt do what I tell her, well, Im not sure
what you think I could do about it…officially, Ill just be her
roommate, and…"
"Hrmph. Actually, Heather, we were hoping youd agree to be somewhat
more than that. Would you please read this letter?"
The Rev. Thomas handed Heather a legal-looking document. And all three
Thomass were very quiet as she read it. Marys eyes were wide open
and staring at the lovely young lady as she read.
"I-Im not quite certain what this means, sir. Just what does the
term in loco parentis mean in this context?"
"It means, dear, that for all intents and purposes you will be our
agent in all your dealings with our daughter." That was Rev. Thomas.
"You will exercise parental authority over her…"
"I know, dear, that roommates are generally equals." interrupted
Mrs. Thomas. (A lot SHE knew!) "Its a relationship of give and take,
of getting along together. But Im sure you see that this *cant* be
a traditional roommate relationship. One of you will have to be in
charge, and that will have to be you."
"OK, so Im in charge. So if she acts up or disobeys me, what then?"
Heather *knew* what then. She was almost certain. And it would make
living with Miss Brat a *hell* of a lot easier. Maybe even pleasant.
But she wanted to be *absolutely* certain. "I mean, do I ground her,
or send her to the corner, or what?"
"WHAT corner?" asked the amused Reverend. And indeed, the dorm room
was remarkably lacking in corners unencumbered by furniture. "But if
you can find one, by all means stick her little nose into it. AFTER
youve paddled her rear end, though!"
YES! rang through Heathers mind, though not a sign of her triumph
showed in her face. And Marys face turned beet red and the child
looked quickly away from Heathers face. Clearly this was no surprise
to her–it had probably been made perfectly clear to her from the
first the sort of authority her carefully selected roommate would
exercise over her–and her bottom.
"Paddled? Do you mean that you want me to spank Mary when I feel she
deserves or needs it? I have no objection, of course; as you know
I have four sisters, ranging down from Lucy, who is fourteen, to
little Nancy, whos just six. As the eldest, Ive helped take care
of all of them for years, and Ive spanked them when they needed it.
And Ive been baby-sitting since I was thirteen, so Marys wont be
the first sit-down Ive warmed by a long shot. But *when* Ive taken
care of somebodys kid, Ive always made certain I know *exactly* if
and how they want me to spank…"
"Thats very wise, dear; I certainly agree." said Mrs. Thomas. "And
I think your little speech just confirms to us both that you ARE the
one we want to take care of Mary while shes in college. Do you
agree, dear?"
"Definitely. Im convinced Heather is just the person we need. And,
dear, if you dont mind, I *would* like to call your father and let
him know what youre doing for us. Compensation or not, this is
an act of true Christian brotherhood, and Id like him to know just
how proud he can be of you…"
WOW!! $25 bucks a week AND brownie points with Daddy?? And on top of
that, a chance–no, a DEMAND that she warm their little darlings
seat whenever she felt it necessary? Which she would ENJOY no end,
just as shed enjoyed spanking her little sisters or the little boys
and girls shed baby-sat for all these years. Heather felt like shed
died and gone to heaven…"Certainly, sir, if you insist. Im proud
to help you out, and Im sure my Daddy would love to hear from you.
Ill be speaking with him myself, of course. In fact–I really should
call and ask him about this whole thing before we make it final. Im
sure hell agree–but…"
"Of course, of course! Shouldve thought of that myself. Go, call him
up–but let ME talk to him. I want him to know just how much this
means to us…"
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When the Rev. Thomas and the Rev. Williams had finished talking, and
Heather had endured a long list of do-s and dont-s from her
proud Daddy about her newfound task, the four finally sat down
together to complete their discussions.
"We were talking about how we want you to discipline Mary when she
needs it." continued Rev. Thomas. "Hmmm, that may be hard to
describe in detail…"
"Dear, were you still planning on discussing Marys behavior in
the car on the way down with her before we leave?" asked his wife.
"Do and am." The Rev. suddenly frowned. "Heather, Mary was quite the
brat on the was down. Whining, fidgeting, interrupting us, continually
distracting me from some really bad driving–we dont get traffic
like that back home! Finally I had to promise her a good spanking
before we left for home in order to settle her down. A good idea,
honey. Instruction through setting an example…"
Marys face had turned from red to white as her obvious hopes for the
avoidance of her impending punishment were smashed.
"Actually, dear, I was thinking that this might be an opportunity.
For Heather to start with Mary from a position of authority from
the very first, with our support and advice on how we want her to
handle little Mary when shes naughty. Sort of an introductory
spanking…"
"You want *me* to give Mary a spanking right now? With the two of
you still here?" Heather was a bit put off by the request.
"That would seem to be the idea. And I rather agree with Helen–it
would certainly start the two of you off on the right foot–with you
clearly in charge all the way. Yes, by George, I think youve hit
on just the thing!! Mary, get off of that bed and come over here
now. Heather, perhaps youd be more comfortable on this couch; Helen
and I will take the chairs…"
The three rapidly rearranged themselves, as a suddenly reluctant and
frightened Mary was pulled willy-nilly from her perch on the lower
bunk and deposited in front of her designated executioner, who had
placed herself on the center of the plastic-covered couch.
Seconds later the slim nine-year-old prodigy had been pulled over
her new roommates jeans-covered thighs, stetched out along the couch.
For an instant, Heather regretted that shed put the jeans on before
moving and unpacking her stuff; her shorts would have left Mary lying
pleasently over her slender bare thighs. But there would be time
enough for that later…
Heather noticed that Marys short pleated blue skirt had pulled up
slightly as shed been turned over Heathers lap. She reached to
smooth the garment–then in a sudden moment of daring, slipped
her hand under the skirt and turned it up over the childs back.
Heather held her breath as she waited for the Thomass to object,
even as she let her hand reach down to pat the seat of Marys
cotton underwear. The cute little cartoon bumblebees that covered
the thin fabric were hardly the norm for a college girl; but Mary
was no ordinary college student…No objections were forthcoming,
and both parents just looked on expectantly.
So Heather raised her hand up and began to spank. Barely a whimper
escaped the young prodigy as Heathers hand smacked down onto the
childs tender bottom-summits. Heather was a bit surprised; most kids
reacted more to the sting of the first spank, especially one of hers;
Heather liked to spank *hard*. But she shrugged to herself and
continued spanking her new charge as Marys parents looked on.
Spank after crisp spank smacked into the thin fabric covering
Marys young bottom, and soon the child was beginning to sob and
wail with the fierce sting building up in her bottom. Heather could
see the childs pale bottom turning a bright pink through the thin
fabric of her undies. Finally, after twenty-five hard smacks, Mary
began to cry, and Heather stopped spanking and shook her hand, which
was burning from the sting.
Heather looked up from the child over her lap to ask the Thomass
if her spanking had been to severe, when Mrs. Thomas spoke first.
"That was quite a nice warm-up, dear, but isnt it about time you
took her panties down?"
Heather was stunned. Yes, shed spanked a lot of kids. Her sisters,
her neighbors. About a dozen, maybe, all told. Some only once, others,
like her younger sisters, a dozen times.
But *NEVER* on the bare. Shed been tempted a few times–but shed
known better. She wasnt sure how, but shed known that if shed
ever tried to paddle one of her sisters bare butt, shed have eaten
off the mantel for a week. Heck, shed only dared spank Nancy over
her panties twice–and both times that was all the four-year-old
had on!!
Not that Heather didnt have any *experience* with bare-bottomed
spanking. She had plenty. But only with HER bare bottom getting the
spanking!! Her Mommy only lowered panties for exceptional naughtiness,
and Daddy had only spanked her bare butt a few times, mostly when
she was littler than Mary. But clearly Mary was subject to a level of
punishment well beyond what Heather considered normal; her parents
must be really, *really* strict!! Which meant that Heather had a lot
more spanks to deliver to her new charge.
Spanks to be delivered to the childs tender *BARE* bottom!! The only
problem–Heathers hand was killing her!! After all, she hadnt
given anybody a spanking for two years–and never a spanking as harsh
as the one shed just delivered. The one that Mrs. Thomas consid
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ered
a nice warm-up! Heather wondered–there was that ONE time, when
she was eleven, when Mommy had caught her smoking a cigarette–when
even lighting the MATCH was a spanking offense…no way! But–it
certainly couldnt hurt to ASK…
All these thoughts raced through Heathers mind in less than a
second. Then, as she reached for a crying childs panties, she said
"Thank you Mrs. Thomas. Im afraid Im a bit out of practice; my
hand is hurting quite a bit…"
"Oh! of course, dear! Donald, why dont you run down to the car…"
"No! No Maam! That wont be necessary. If you could just open the
top drawer of the dresser, there–yes, the built in…" And Heather
calmly slid Marys bumblebee panties off of her well-pinkened butt
and right down to her kneehollows, as if shed been doing it all of
her life.
She thrilled at the beauty of the well-spanked bottom thus bared
before her. Mary was just so CUTE, especially when she was crying
so nicely, crying reinforced by the baring of her cute little
tushie. Mary knew well what that meant–more burning spanks for her
tender little sitter!
"Of course, but…Oh! Excellent! Here you are, dear! I agree, it
should do very nicely–I *knew* you were the right one for our little
Mary!!" And she handed Heather her flat-backed wooden hairbrush shed
been given by her grandmother on her thirteenth birthday. And Heather
gently rubbed the back of the brush on Marys tender nates. The child
bucked slightly, twisting back to look over her shoulder.
"Nooo! Not the brush!! Pleease! Please don spank me with a hairbrush!
Pleease!! Just use your hand some more! Please Heather!!"
"Nonsense, dear!" replied her mother before Heather could respond.
"You know full well your father planned on striping your bottom a
few times with his belt!! AFTER a good dose of your paddle! You KNOW
your behavior called for far more than just a bare-bottomed hand
spanking! I was going to send your Daddy down to unpack your paddle,
but Heathers hairbrush should do just as well. Well, Heather? What
are you waiting for?"
Absolutely nothing. So Heather pulled the flat back of the cherry
hairbrush off of Marys well-tenderized seat, then brought it back
down with a brisk <SMACK!>
Mary howled as the brush spanked her bare bottom. And Heather almost
gaped as she saw the lovely red oval the brush left on Marys tender
young bottom as she raised the brush for another spank.
"Snap your wrist a bit more as you spank the brush into Marys
bottom." advised Mrs. Thomas, as Heather raised the brush for its
second spank. Heather took the advice, snapping her wrist to deliver
the next spank with an additional burst of stinging speed onto its
nine-year-old target. And was gratified when her efforts were
rewarded by an even more enthusiastic howl of pain from her charge–
and a compliment from Mrs. Thomas on her technique.
Heather now had to restrain Mary from bucking herself off of her
lap. She did so easily, her athletes strength easily restraining the
slender child. To Heathers amazement, Marys hands remained clasped
in front of her, as if in prayer. Even when the pain reached its
peak of total intolerability, the childs hands remained tightly
clasped in front of her, not even trying to reach back to protect her
tender backside from the searing spanks that burned into it.
Heather was awed at how quickly Marys small bottom turned crimson
under the smacks of her hairbrush. Shed had no idea the object had
such a terrifying power to inflict pain. After only a dozen spanks
the child was lying still, bawling hard, unable to even struggle
against the awful pain that raged in her bare bottom.
Heather stopped spanking, and looked towards Marys parents.
"Why have you stopped, dear? Mary isnt made of glass–her little
tushie may be red and hot, but it can take quite a bit of spanking
yet. Believe me; Ive often spanked Mary for ten minutes straight
with her little paddle. It hurts terribly, of course, but then thats
the idea, isnt it? To teach a lesson?"
"Of course, Maam. But I want Mary to be my friend, too. And after
all, its only natural for kids to fidget and be impatient in the
car. She was probably nervous about college and all. Ill spank
her harder and longer if you feel it is necessary, but Id rather
let her off for now so we can get her moved in."
Heather held her breath, hoping shed struck the right note between
strictness and compassion. And it worked; Mrs. Thomas grudgingly
agreed that Mary was sufficiently spanked–barely, and helped the
child up and off of Heathers lap. "But Ill expect you to give
her a bedtime-spanking tonight to reinforce the lesson…though
you can go easy on her if shes *VERY* well-behaved until then. Do
you have a problem with that, dear? Its what we usually do whenever
Marys been *really* naughty…"
Heather quickly agreed to administer the additional punishment
before bed, and started to stand up…
"Now, you thank Heather nicely for punishing you, Mary–and for
letting you off so easy, too!!"
Mary suddenly flung her arms around Heather, hugging her tight, as
she said "Thank you for spanking me, Heather. And thank you for
letting me off so easy; I PROMISE Ive learned my lesson and wont be
any trouble at all for you. Ill try to do whatever you tell me too
and behave myself and study real, real hard…"
"Enough! Mary, fine! Ok, now, why dont you go, lets see–go
kneel on the bed facing the corner–thats about the best we can
do in here. Go on!! You need a little corner time to get yourself
together. Meanwhile, Id better go tell Rachel and Susan whats
going on; they must think theres a madhouse over here."
So Heather and the Thomass went through the bathroom and Heather
introduced them to her friends. The Rev. Thomas wasnt completely
happy about Rachel Bronstein, Heather noticed, but didnt say
anything about it. The two girls were amazed at Heathers new
roommate–and a little jealous. Imagine having a roommate who HAD
to do what you wanted them too–or get spanked for it! They
were also quite willing to help out when Heather wasnt available.
Nothing was said about it, but Heather intended to make it clear
to her friends that they should feel free to spank Mary when she
needed it–with their hands, over her panties. Like the kids theyd
all baby-sat for. Shed point out to them that THEY had no authority
in loco parentis over Mary.
The group reconvened in Heathers room, where the 2 girls oohed and
ahhed and tried to comfort Mary about her bare, red bottom. They
were fascinated by how well-spanked a little girl Mary was, and
were secretly amazed at how quickly the child was recovering.
Heather told Mary to pull her panties back up, and everybody went
down to the Thomass car to fetch up Marys stuff.
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And just before nine, after Mary had taken her shower and brushed
her teeth and gotten all ready for bed, Heather led the child over
to the bottom bunk, sat down, and pulled the nine-year-old over her
lap. She slid Marys pink pajama pants down to her knees, along with
her little pink panties. And then Heather applied a dozen good, sound
spanks to the cute little bottom with her strong right hand.
Mary was incredibly grateful to be let off so easy, she almost
crushed the junior with her hug.
The end (for now)
第二章：进一步的接触
时间：周五傍晚
地点：美国中西部的某大学，Jameson宿舍楼3楼（女生宿舍）
注册结束。海瑟似乎在选课上遇到了些麻烦，她正努力重新制定自己的计划，整个下午她都在为了许可而到处跑，感觉身体都要被掏空了。不过倒是有一个例外。
就是她的数学课《高等数值分析》，她需要在这学期修这门课或者《矢量分析》，而且被告知需要注册的是彼得森而不是杰弗逊的课。
彼得森是个上课无聊的老头，有传言称他是个典型的大男子主义者，他可不信有哪位女士会懂数学。
上他的课可能不比登上珠穆朗玛简单，而海瑟还得在他的课上拿个4.0！
海瑟也是醉了。
相比起她，玛丽似乎会舒服些，大一的课程都是比较基础的。哦，当然，她注册了微积分II这门大部分学生大二才会修的课程。玛丽还是个蛮聪明的女孩，在数学上。海瑟帮她搞定了繁复的注册事宜，然后她们去了趟书店（海瑟常去的那家……而不是玛丽一开始想去的那家标价显然高一些的）来采购必要的课本之类的东西。
海瑟注意到玛丽不怎么做声，她说什么也都照做，甚至可以感觉到有一点点羞涩。当经过她们身边的学生问到为什么她拿着大学的课本跟着海瑟，玛丽会简短地回答他们，但是更多地是安静地待在海瑟身边，静静地聆听。
海瑟稍稍有些担心她，不过想了想她的父母，也大概理解这么压抑的原因。之后玛丽也会和她的朋友们打成一片的，大可不必担心。
虽然以她的年龄，社交什么的都不是“正常”的了，海瑟希望她不会因此受到什么伤害。
晚餐过后她们看了会电视，蕾切尔和苏过来问海瑟是否想来一杯，“不了，我还得照顾这小鬼呢……”她的朋友用怜悯的眼光看着她，猜想她的社交是否会爆炸。
海瑟挺讨厌啤酒的味道的，她偶尔出去喝一杯也只是稍微回应一下朋友的期待罢了。之前，她因为游泳队的关系，也经常找借口不和这两位喜欢泡吧的出去，当然照顾玛丽会成为更好的理由。
她可不会为了迎合朋友而影响自己在游泳队的机会，更何况还得品尝味道糟糕的饮料。
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9点半的时候，海瑟看到玛丽靠在床上阅读，“嘿，快到时间了，小鬼！最好现在去冲个凉！”（海瑟和玛丽父母讨论过了，在周五晚上让她晚睡一小时，因为第二天没有课或者礼拜。）
“当然，海瑟姐。马上。”
海瑟继续看自己的杂志，又过了些许时间。她意识到她的责任。
在10点过5分钟的时候，她把玛丽手上的书拿走，“快！去！”
玛丽抬起头，疑惑不解。当她看到钟上的时间，有些害怕，“我现在去洗澡……”
“是我们。还有，你的时间观念似乎存在挺大的问题。把东西放下，去浴室。”
海瑟领玛丽进了浴室，关上门，她把马桶盖放下，坐在上面，让玛丽转身，帮她解开连衣裙上的扣子。
袖子蓬松的连衣裙让玛丽看上去更像个小女孩了。她本想在注册前穿一条牛仔裤的，不过海瑟没有同意。她被告知需要让玛丽在学校内穿着像一个年轻女士。这也是为什么玛丽只带了3条牛仔裤和2条短裤，她父母给她准备了一堆适合年轻女孩的——短裙，衬衫，连衣裙（甚至两套水手服）。
（但是原文里没有图(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻你不拿干货来打我脸我是不信有水手服的——译者）
接着是内衣，鞋子……
“我可以自己来，海瑟姐……我还没那么小！老天爷！”小鬼抗议道。
“我知道啊，玛丽。不过，这也是惩罚的一部分。”海瑟脱下了一边的鞋子和袜子，“我希望你能学到一件事：按时上床。所以我决定……”另一边的鞋袜也被脱下，“如果你遵守这一点的话，我将不会在你上传之前揍你”她看着玛丽的眼睛说，“就像我之前对我的妹妹南希一样。”海瑟脱下玛丽的白色棉内裤，这次的图案是黄色的向日葵。“那么现在，我觉得你需要面朝墙壁，好好想想了。”海瑟在她的小屁股上重重地打了一记。
“现在，待在这，小鬼！”接着海瑟自己三下五除二地脱光了衣服，走进淋浴隔间，调试好水温。睡觉前的享受——足够的热水！“过来，洗澡。”
玛丽转过身来，看到赤裸的室友，红着脸说海瑟的身材真棒。
不不不，海瑟想。不过接着她也意识到，小玛丽并没见过多少赤裸的成年女性，她的胸小、平，不像大多数男孩想要的那样（不过史蒂夫可不一样，比起不起眼的胸部，他对海瑟紧实而丰满的臀部更有兴趣）。
“可是为什么你要脱衣服呢？我是说，额……”
“我告诉过你，玛丽小姐。我来盯着你上床，显然我不能在不弄湿自己的情况下帮你冲凉的对吧。”
“好，好的。但是我可以自己来，是这样，昨天我自己可……”
“不行。当你没有按时上床的时候，我不得不揍你的屁股，然后‘帮’你上床，我会从头到尾完成这一切的，现在温度正好，快过来。”
隔间很狭窄，尤其还挤了两个人。海瑟用涂满肥皂的毛巾擦遍了玛丽的身体，包括可爱的小脸蛋。“最好管好你的嘴，小女孩，除非你想尝尝肥皂味的饮料，记得说实话，不然一张说谎的嘴将会因为肮脏而被清洗。”
玛丽对规则还是很了解的，她可是不止一次体验过了，所以她乖乖闭上了嘴。
海瑟还帮玛丽解开辫子，帮她清洗了头发。然后轮到她自己了。
洗完后，她迅速地擦干身体，然后帮玛丽擦干，带她走出浴室。海瑟套上浴袍，坐在沙发上，“好的玛丽，现在请把发刷拿过来。”
玛丽感觉惩罚将近，赤裸着身体，小跑着取来将会被用来打她屁股的工具，把它交给海瑟，眼里满是恐惧。“转过身去，小鬼。”她帮玛丽梳了梳头，然后放下发刷，拿起毛巾，准备把面前的人彻底擦干。玛丽在整个过程中像是被妈咪擦身一样乖巧。
玛丽的小辫子重新被扎上，海瑟让她坐在沙发上，帮她穿上睡裤。
她精心挑选了那条蓝色的，带有卡通人物的睡裤。这是玛丽试图放在抽屉最里面的两套睡衣的其中一套，她可不想再穿上这些玩意。（另一套睡衣好
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像会使得我们的小玛丽看上去只有6岁……）
当她帮玛丽穿上纯白的棉内裤和这条睡裤，她欣赏了下，觉得小玛丽看上去有4岁。（……）
玛丽准备好了迎接一顿狠揍，不过看上去事情还没完。9岁的小女孩回到浴室，在海瑟的监督下洗漱，直到她满意为止。接着海瑟看了看隔壁，发现她的朋友们还没回来，她还想炫耀炫耀可爱的小玛丽呢，尤其是她在自己的腿上挨打蠕动的时候。
她轻轻揪着玛丽的耳朵，带她回到沙发上。
要来了，玛丽心想。当海瑟坐下，手伸到她的裤腰带的时候，她开始啜泣。当海瑟准备扒下最后一层保护衣物时，她边哭着边保证自己下次不会再犯了。
但是她已经犯了错，那么惩罚是显然的。她被要求趴在海瑟的腿上，直接接触到长袍下赤裸的肉体，海瑟似乎很享受这样。
海瑟给了腿上的小孩12下严厉的手掌拍打，就像前一天下午她做的那样。她看到白嫩的臀部变得粉红。
当她转身拿起那把木头发刷的时候，玛丽开始大哭起来，然后感受到自己的光屁股在燃烧。
一下一下的拍打在小孩的屁股上炸开，玛丽哭喊着，感受着屁股上被椭圆色印记染色。那太疼了！她开始蠕动着身体，小腿开始乱踢。
她的手还是一如既往的安分，这甚至让海瑟感到有些恐惧——是有多可怕的惩罚，才让这可怜的小女孩都能完完全全管住自己的双手？
海瑟决定还是不再细想这件事了。
海瑟先给了玛丽12记响亮的抽打，注意到她的屁股迅速变红。又打了3、4下，她停下来，等待玛丽冷静下来以消化她说的话。
然后在玛丽上床的时候，她表现得很积极，至少现在是这样的。
最后海瑟把玛丽放在自己的腿上，开始安慰她，给她一个拥抱，告诉她惩罚已经结束并且她已经被原谅，她现在是个乖女孩了。海瑟将玛丽当成了一个5岁的小女孩，而非9岁的神童，这是出自她妈咪的经验之谈，在一顿严厉的打屁股后，一个小孩需要的是精神支持。哪怕是她上大学之前最后一次挨老妈的揍，她也是被安慰了的。
不过从玛丽挨打后的表现看来，她似乎之前挨揍的时候从未被如此对待，海瑟注意到。她在那一瞬间感到对玛丽父母的愤怒，不过想想，教育手段和思考方式不同，也就没办法了。
她帮玛丽穿好裤子，让她躺在下铺睡觉。
玛丽迷迷糊糊地睡去，脸上挂着微笑……
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The Time: Friday evening.
The Place: 3rd Floor of Jameson Residence Hall (A Girls floor).
A Large Midwestern University.
Getting to know you (Collegegirl-2)
Finally registration was over. Half of Heathers classes had either
been cancelled or overbooked, most of them required classes, of
course. Shed had to frantically rearrange her schedule, running
around all afternoon getting permissions and waivers and forms
signed; she was worn to a pulp. But with one exception, shed
managed to get something acceptible for all her courses.
The one exception was her math class, Advanced Numerical Analysis.
She HAD to have that class or Vector Analysis THIS term–and had been
forced to sign up for Petersons class instead of Jeffersons.
Peterson was not only an old fart, and a boring lecturer; it was
rumored he was a true male chauvinist pig, who didnt believe any
woman could ever understand anything about math.
Aceing HIS class would be harder than climbing Mt. Everest–and
Heather HAD to to maintain her 4.0!
Heather was pissed.
Mary had had an easier time–freshman classes were fairly standard.
Although she *was* signed up for Calculus II–usually a Sophomore
class. Mary was REAL bright in math. Heather had gone with her to
Registration, and helped her work her way though the bureaucratic
labyrinth provided by the University. Then theyd gone to the
bookstore (the off-campus USED bookstore Heather used–not the over
priced campus store Mary had started to head for–along with all the
other poor fish…) and gotten all their books together. They were
all set for Monday by the time they settled down for supper Friday
night.
Actually, Heather was finding Mary quite tolerable. She was quiet,
did as she was told, and rather shy. Despite all the students
who came over and asked about why she was with Heather and about
why she had college textbooks with her. Mary answered their questions
briefly, but didnt put herself forward. Mostly she stayed quiet and
listened instead of talked.
Heather was a bit worried about Mary, but figured her parents were
the main reason she was so subdued. Or maybe the poor kid was just
overwhelmed. Hopefully Mary would come out of her shell after a while
and start interacting more with her fellow students.
Although she would *never* be completely accepted socially. Heather
knew that, and hoped Mary either guessed it or could learn it without
getting hurt. She was just too young, and SOME of the discussions
and talk around the dorms was just not appropriate for her.
After supper the two girls sat and watched Heathers TV for a while,
and Rachel and Sue came over to ask if Heather wanted to go over to
the drag for a beer. "No thanks, guys, I have to keep an eye on the
kid…" Her friends quietly commiserated with her about the chain
around her neck, and how the brat was gonna ruin her social life…
Heather actually hated the taste of beer, and only drank it because
her friends seemed to expect it of her. Shed used the excuse of her
swimming to avoid a lot of the twos bar-hopping last year, but
figured Mary would be an even better excuse to avoid drinking.
She saw no reason to endanger her chances at the team in order to
drink something that tasted so bad…just to fit in.
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At nine-thirty, Heather looked over to where Mary lay on her bed
reading, and said "Hey! Its getting on towards that time, kid.
Better get a shower and change." (Heather had talked Marys parents
into letting her stay up ONE hour later Friday nights, since she had
neither school nor church the next morning).
"Oh. Sure thing, Heather. In a minute."
Heather returned to her magazine. A few minutes later, she again
reminded her charge to go get ready for bed–this time more firmly.
At ten-oh-five, she quietly stepped over to the lower bunk, reached
in, and took the book out of Marys hands. "OUT!" she said.
Mary looked up. Suddenly the vague, glazed look left her eyes. She
glanced at the alarm clock on the back of the couch. And winced.
"I-Ill go get my shower right now…"
"WELL go get your shower. If youre too immature to get ready in
time by yourself, why, Ill just have to *get* you ready for bed,
wont I? No, leave those alone and lets get you into the bathroom!"
Heather escorted Mary into the bathroom, locked the far door, and
then let down the lid of the toilet and sat down. She quickly turned
Mary around and began unbuttoning the back of her light green frock.
The little frock with the puffed sleeves made Mary look even more like
a little girl. Shed wanted to put on one of her three pairs of jeans
before leaving for registration, but Heather had said no. One of
The Rules shed been left said that Mary was always to dress as a
young lady whenever she was in school, and Heather had interpreted
registration to be part of being in school. That was why Mary had
only three pair of jeans and two pairs of shorts with her; her parents
had brought over a dozen proper little girl outfits for her–skirts,
blouses, and dresses. (Even two little sailor outfits that would be
more appropriate for a five-year-old).
And because Heather thought Mary looked cute enough to eat when she
was dressed properly, that was one of The Rules she meant to
enforce strictly. It was a rule that didnt apply to HER, of course;
even the Thomass understood that Heather was old enough to dress as
she chose. But that Rule was the reason that Mary found herself
raising her arms as Heather pulled the green frock over her head.
Her little cotton undershirt followed, then Heather reached down and
began to untie Marys shoes.
"I can do that, Heather…Im not THAT little! Good gosh!" protested
the little girl.
"I know that, Mary. This is part of your punishment." Heather slipped
one black patent show off of a little foot and slipped off a sock.
"I want you to finally learn to go to bed when youre told to. So Ive
decided (The other shoe and sock were removed) that whenever you dont
get ready to go to bed on time (Heather paused, took the almost-naked
child by her arms, and looked into her eyes) Im not only going to
spank you before putting you to bed–Im also going to GET you ready
for bed. Just like I did my little sister Nancy, when she was four.
Im gonna undress you–like this." Heather slipped Marys little
white cotton panties (this time with yellow sunflowers) down her legs
and off of her tiny feet, leaving the child bare naked. "Then Im
gonna send you to the corner–with the doors closed, at least the
bathroom HAS a corner." Heather turned the small child towards the
door and sent her over with a smack on her small bottom.
"Now stay there, kid!" And Heather quickly stripped off her own
clothes. Then she reached into the shower stall and turned on the
water. One good thing about going to bed early–there was always
plenty of hot water available! "OK, kid. Turn around and come over.
Its bath time…"
Mary turned around and blushed as she saw her nude roommate. "Wow!
Heather youre Gorgeous!"
No she wasnt. But then, Heather figured little Mary hadnt seen all
that many naked grown-up girls. Her breasts were small and flat,
not big like most boys wanted (Steve was different. Hed always been
more interested in her tight but nicely-rounded rump than her
underendowed chest). Of course, her lack of mammary excess was a
definite advantage in the butterfly…
"But-but why did you take off your clothes? I mean, ah…"
"I told you, Mary. Im gonna GET you ready for bed. And I can hardly
GIVE you a shower in a shower stall without getting into it with
you, now can I? Wed soak the whole bathroom…"
Mary blanched and said "Th-thats O.K. I can get my own shower,
really I can…I did yesterday! Please…"
"Nope! When you dont go to bed on time, and I have to spank you and
*put* you to bed, Im gonna take over *every bit* of getting you
ready for bed. Now, the temperature is just right, so get your little
butt over here and under the water."
The shower was awfully small for even one person; with two inside,
there wasnt enough room to swing the proverbial cat. Nevertheless,
Mary found herself pushed from one position to another as Heather
carefully scrubbed down every inch of her slender body with a soapy
washcloth. Even her face was washed like a three-year-olds. "Youd
better watch your mouth, too, kid," noted Heather, "or youll taste
this soapy washcloth all around the *inside* of your mouth as well
as the outside. And remember to always tell me the truth–little
lying mouths get washed out just like little filthy mouths…"
Mary knew all about those parts of The Rules-
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inflicted more than once through her nine years. So she kept
wisely quiet.
Heather even washed out Marys short, brown hair, undoing her little
pigtails and combing them out with her hands. Then Mary was all
clean, and it was Heathers turn.
Mary was turned away from the spray, as Heather placed her carefully
in the corner of the shower stall. Her feet, knees, shoulders and
nose were carefully pushed up into the tiles, and she was told to
stay right there.
This got her sufficiently out of the way enough for Heather to finish
taking her own shower.
Heather opened the shower door, and stepped out into the steamy bath.
grasping a towel, she quickly dried herself as best she could, then
summoned Mary from the stall.
Heather quickly dried off Mary, then took the child firmly by the arm
and escorted her still damp form into the dorm room. Heather slipped
on her terrycloth robe, which should serve to finish drying HER off.
She sat down on the plastic-covered couch and told Mary "All right,
Mary. Go fetch my hairbrush from the dresser, please."
Her punishment imminent, the still bare-naked Mary quickly trotted
over to the dresser and fetched back the feared spanking implement,
handing it to Heather with wide-eyed apprehension. "Turn around,
kid" ordered Heather. Then she proceeded to brush out the snarls in
Marys hair. Then Heather set the brush down on the back of the
couch, took up one of the towels shed fetched from the bathroom,
and proceeded to dry her small charge off thoroughly. Again, Mary
was not allowed to help, but was treated as a VERY little girl being
dried off by her Mommy.
Once Mary was dry and her hair had been re-braided into her pigtails,
Heather made her sit down on the couch and fetched over her pajamas.
She carefully selected the little blue pajamas shed noticed in Marys
drawer. The slightly-too-small ones with the little cartoon animals
all over them. One of the two sets of nightclothes Mary had carefully
moved to the very BOTTOM of the drawer, clearly meaning NEVER to wear
them. (The other was a cute yellow baby-doll nightie with matching
panties. With its puffed little sleeves and tiny skirt, it would
make Mary look like a little six year old.)
Once Heather had helped Mary into a plain white pair of cotton
panties, she then put the little P.Js. onto her. She leaned back
and decided that shed been right. The booted little cartoon jammies
made her cute little roomie look like a FOUR-year-old…
Mary was clearly expecting her spanking to begin, but Heather was
far from finished. The nine-year-old was escorted back into the
bathroom, where Heather stood right behind her in front of the sink
and supervised her teeth-brushing and flossing. And made the child
do it three times before being satisfied that little Mary had done
it properly. Then Heather checked next door, but her friends hadnt
come back from their night out. She hadnt expected them, not on a
Friday night, but had hoped to show off how cute her little charge
was in her little pajamas. And how cute she was when she was
squirming her way through a spanking.
But by now it WAS getting late, and Heather reached out and took Mary
gently by her earlobe. Mary started at the sting as Heather tugged
on the tender flesh and began to escort Mary back to the couch.
Mary knew she was in for it, and was already sobbing as Heather
marched her over to the couch, sat down, and moved the child over to
her right. As her thumbs slid into the waistband of Marys pajama
pants, and began to slip the thin fabric off of her waist, the child
burst into tears, promising Heather that she wouldnt do it *again*.
But shed done it once, and that was enough for a punishment. Once the
little footed pajamas were bunched around those feet, Heather tugged
on Marys arm and encouraged the child over her knees. Heathers
terry robe had, of course, fallen away from her legs–and the twenty
year old totally enjoyed the feel of Marys soft, slight weight
pressing into her warm, slightly-damp flesh.
Heather had learned her lesson, and while her hand spanked into Marys
little panty-seat as hard as it had yesterday afternoon, the junior
restricted herself to only a dozen hard spanks before pausing.
Mary was sobbing quietly as Heather gently began to slide her
little panties off of her pinkened bottom.
But Mary howled as Heather reached over to the back of the couch,
picked up her cherry wood hairbrush from where shed left it after
brushing Marys hair, and spanked it down *HARD* onto the childs
little bare bottom.
Marys bare bottomed hairbrush-spanking was under way.
Spank after crisp spank impacted the childs bare bottom, and Mary
began to yelp and howl and cry as her poor fanny was painted with
bright red ovals of burning pain. It *hurt*, and she wiggled and
squirmed her nine-year-old body over her disciplinarians soft lap,
kicking her small legs up and down. (The fetter of her little booted
pajamas made kicking her feet impossible).
And yet her hands remained clasped before her, as if in prayer. Mary
made no move whatsoever to cover up or defend her poor bare bummy in
any way. Heather was amazed and horrified–what terrible punishments
had the Thomass inflicted on the poor child in the past to so
completely restrain her little hands?
Heather decided she didnt want to know.
Heather applied a dozen crisp spanks to Marys rapidly reddening bare
behind. Then continued the spanking…
After another three or four spanks, Heather paused in the spanking,
set the hairbrush back onto the couch shelf, and waited for Mary
to calm down enough to understand her scolding.
A few moments later, Heathers hand was emphasizing her instructions
on going to bed on time, preparing for bed when told, and generally
obeying her roommate in all things. Marys responses to these
instructions, while far less coherent, were certainly enthusiastic
and sincere, at least for the moment.
Finally Heather turned Mary over on her lap, pulled the little girl
close, and began to comfort and hug the poor child, assuring her that
now that her spanking was over and she was all punished, all was
forgiven, and she was a good little girl again. Heather deliberately
spoke to Mary as if she were a slightly dim five-year-old, rather
than a nine-year-old child prodigy. This reflected her own Mommys
technique, for the elder Williams felt that a child needed the
emotional support of being allowed to *be* a cherished child after
the trauma of a good spanking. Even Heather had been comforted and
babied after her last spanking from her Mommy–just before shed been
sent off to college.
But from the way Mary clung to Heather, bawling and crying at first,
then just hugging the older girl for dear life–something about her
reaction made Heather think that the child had *never* been hugged
and forgiven after a good, sound spanking. Heather felt a flash of
anger at Marys parents–then stopped. Their ways werent her or her
parents ways, Heather knew, and it wasnt her place to judge them–
lest SHE be judged, and by her Daddy, not the Lord!
Heather got Mary settled down, her panties and little booted jammies
back into their respective places, and then helped the little one
over to the lower bunk. Where she tucked the surprised little gifted
girl into her bed, tucking her little teddy bear in next to her,
and then smoothed her hair and pulled the blanket up to semi-isolate
the child while Heather finished getting ready for bed herself.
And Mary drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face….
The End
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感谢byx1991支持，如果有什么需要改进的地方不妨说出来……^_^
根据目前译的部分来看，好像sp部分没什么有趣的地方，所以看本身的故事情节会有什么展开好了……
（当然如果读者感觉无趣也有很大可能是译者的锅_(:з」∠)_）
PS 不定期更新，如果我闲下来可能执行力会比较高，反之就不好说了
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