Beth smiled before her roommate even began to explain what her idea was. After all, her last idea was that instead of asking Eric, the Residential Cou...selor for their floor, for a spanking, that they would each administer a spanking for the other. Each roommate would come up with a reason -- and most of the time it would be legitimate -- why the other would deserve a spanking. Then the offending roommate would helplessly submit herself to the other for a bare-bottom spanking."What's your idea?". I just shook my head no with a smile on my face, for I had just figured out what the three letters were that she had wrote on her tummy.Jennifer was a strange one when it came to cuddling and kissing and stuff. Most of the time she tolerated it because she knew how much I enjoyed doing it, but wasn't really that big on it herself. Oh, she did enjoy it and even initiate it at times, but unless she was in the right kind of mood, she just let me do it and didn't complain.But then there were times. She was too cute to be a business major. Friday was lab day. I separated the students into groups of five and asked each group to determine the coefficient of several surfaces- the tiled classroom floor, the terrazzo-styled lobby floor, the cement sidewalks outside the building and finally, a slippery surface on which I had spread some vegetable oil. I watched as each group took off and used their slip meters to take measurements. Every student was required to take a measurement and turn it in.. “Are you ready boys?” she asked.A muttered chorus of “Yes, Miss Vesta,” answered her.“Remember my long tail whip and my leather paddle will be keen to help any that fail tonight.”“Yes, Miss Vesta.”“Then let us begin.” She unlocked the cages in turn and unfastened the shackles of the Gimps within. Freed from confinement, each climbed down to the floor, pressed his lips against each of Vesta’s booted feet as tradition demanded, and then knelt silently. They were ready to perform.Vesta pretended.