"Itty bitty Kitty titties!"

There’s a minor commotion down on the third floor of the dormitory.

Kitty, Meg’s perky blonde skater-girl best friend, is banging on the locked door of her dorm room, shouting at her roommate inside to wake up. She’s stark naked, and still dripping wet from her shower. Her small tits jiggle. Her pert little ass wiggles.

She’s surrounded. A posse of students with cell-phone cameras have her cornered, pointing and laughing as they record every second of her struggle. Cries of “Where’s your clothes, Kitty?” and “Itty bitty Kitty titties!” ring in the air.

“Hey, Kitty. How’s it going?”

The look Kitty shoots Meg is utterly filthy. A wounded glare, angry eyes and a scowl that’s almost a snarl. Meg just thinks it’s hilarious, of course. “Aww, Kitty, did you lose all your clothes again? You must feel pretty silly! Don’t look now, but I think people are taking pictures!”

“Auurgh!” A short scream of incoherent rage and a furious bout of banging on the door, as if it’s going to magically unlock by itself. Kitty needs one hand to bang, and the other for covering her pussy, which means she’s got no way to shield her ass or titties from all the pointing lenses and prying eyes. Meg giggles, watching the show. You nudge her.

“Want to see what’s going on inside?”

“Sure. Why not?”

You slip invisibly inside the dorm room. Kitty’s roommate happens to be small but fiery Tammy Wong from the basketball team. Meg’s hand goes to her mouth in surprise as she sees what’s being done to her.

“You sly devil,” she giggles, digging you in the ribs. Tammy is bent over the bed, tied down with black silk rope, her second pair of lucky polka-dot panties down around her ankles to expose her round compact athletic derriere. She’s been gagged with her first pair of lucky polka-dot panties, still sweaty from the weekend’s basketball game. She’s slick with sweat, squirming in her bonds. She can’t move a muscle.

A ping-pong paddle floats in the air behind her. As you watch, it lands with a crack on Tammy’s bare wiggling bottom, which has already turned a pleasing shade of red. Tammy squeals and tries to flinch away from it, but of course she can’t escape.

The ping-pong paddle flies back, does a shuffling little dance in the air, comes down again. Precisely as hard as the first time. This time it lands on Tammy’s left buttock, which is just as red as the right. It might have been going on for hours. It looks like it could keep going all day.

“Would you like to do anything else to her?”

“What? No, I… no,” says Meg, staring mesmerised at Tammy’s jiggling well-spanked ass. “I, um… I think this speaks for itself.”