Yes, immediately go over and see if Sandra is okay.

The whirl wind of events that have over taken you this evening requires a few minutes to process, but soon you become more and more displeased by Vivian's **** reaction. With a growing concern for Sandra you grab your keys and hop into your 2014 Honda Fit and head off to the girl's apartment.

Being a weeknight and before midnight, parking, as it always is at Cambria College, is a bitch. Finding a place about a 1/3 of a mile away you take a short cut through some woods and climb the back fence of Thearson Hall, the 1920's brick all women's dorm the girls live in. As you begin to make your way to the front of Thearson, to ring yourself in, you notice that you can see Vivian verbally chewing out a silent Sandra through their first floor window. They have every light on in the living room of their dorm, so it is quite easy to see the two women. Instinctive you stop and watch as you take a step back into a darker shadow of a medium sized oak tree.

Vivian is clearly still ripped. Wagging her finger at her humiliated friend whose head is bowed low the redhead is reading out the riot act. You know Viv has quite a temper, and is a hardcore feminist of the second wave anti-pornography type, instead of the sex-positive third wave feminist, but you are still puzzled why she is so enraged.

You stare in near disbelief as you watch Vivian yank up Sandra's dress t-shirt exposing that black bra Sandra is wearing and the sumptuous cleavage underneath. With cruel contempt the redhead slaps the back of her hand against the brunette's breasts and peels of a large shard of dried wax and waves it in front of Sandra's face, clearly shaming her.

“No way.” You stammer as you watch Sandra strip off her t-shirt, apparently in compliance with an order she has just received, and then begins to unbutton her pants.

With your cock stiffening you watch with aroused shock as Vivian briefly disappears into her room as Sandra drops her pants to the ground revealing a high leg cut black thong. The brown eyed beauty, with her head still hung low, crosses her arms over her chest and stomach, and waits as you get a fine view of her barely covered ass. It's round, firm and bubble like and is truly an amazing sight to see.

Vivian soon comes marching back in with a wooden paddle, that has small holes in its large flat blade. After she sits down on a couch Vivian points for Sandra to go over her knees.

“This can't be happening.” You gasp as you begin to rub yourself through your pants as Sandra assumes the position.

Though you cannot hear it, you can clearly make out Sandra yell “Fuck!” as her roommate lets the barely clad brunette's rear have it with a savage swat across the middle of her well endowed ass.

Sandra begins to squirm, but Vivian will have none of it. The redhead yanks her roommate's right arm behind her back and holds her in place and then spanks the hell out of her ass. Swat and swat thunders down on the librarian science major's quickly reddening ass cheeks. Sandra flails around, her legs fluttering about, her head and hair whipping up with each strike, causing those oh so magnificent bra covered breasts to violently bounce around in most provocative manner.

You can seen that Sandra is soon pleading for mercy, and/or frantically apologizing, but Vivian, workmanlike, stays focused on her task and gives her condemned roommate at least two dozen hard cracks with the paddle until she finally allows the buxom brunette to stand.

With great difficulty Sandra gets to her feet. Even from this distance you can see her ass is crimson red. Vainly she rubs her rear with her right hand as her left hand pulls up her bra strap that had slipped off her shoulder, almost exposing her right tit.

After a brief lecture Sandra is permitted to slink back to her room as Vivian watches in disgust. With Sandra departed Vivian takes hold of her cell.

Your phone rings, causing you to nearly trip over a tree root.

It's Vivian.

With your heart racing you answer.

“Stephen”, Vivian's voice is strangely calm, but cold and insistent, in a tone you have never heard from her before. “I need to you come over immediately. You need to explain your actions from tonight and I have something critical to tell you.”

“What's so important?” You ask, realizing of all the original D&D group you know Vivian the least.

“I will only tell you in person and I demand you come over right now.” You watch Vivian hold up the paddle as she looks it over. “Besides, there's something you need to take.”