You make it, but Miriam notices something troubling.

The girls weren't there when Miriam and I came out of the bathroom. I knew Janet would already be on her way home since the class before the break had been her last today, while I had one more to go. So did some of the others, but none of them were in the same class as me.

My last class was one I struggled with, so I had Miriam sit next to me while I took notes. She looked pretty bored, and I asked myself if she'd need some enrichment if she was to keep coming to college with me. A person might have kept busy by checking twitter or texting, but Miriam's phone was still lying in her apartment. Even if I retrieved it later, would letting her play with it be appropriate? Maybe I should get her a toy to fidget with instead, or a remote controlled vibrator to make her fidget...

With such thoughts to occupy my mind the time flew by and my notes probably weren't as detailed as they should have been. I'd just have to make do with the slides once the professor uploaded them, I told myself as Miriam and I walked out to my car. I didn't notice Miriam had tensed up again until I stuck my key in the ignition and her hand flew onto mine to stop me. "Sir, look over there! My ex is watching us from the car parked by the corner."

I turned my head in the indicated direction. There was a dented pickup by the corner with a bald, muscular man behind its wheel. "That's Bruce? Shit. He must have been watching the building to see if another resident had taken you."

"What do we do? If we go home he'll know which apartment is yours and he might break in."

"I'd call the cops, but he hasn't done anything illegal apart from breaking down your door, and our landlord already reported that. I think we should try to lose him and crash somewhere he won't think to look. Let's hope Janet's as nice as you want to believe, because I'm calling her."

When I started driving Bruce followed at what he must have thought was an inconspicuous distance, but his ugly brown pickup stood out like a sore thumb and I easily got away from him in the thick city traffic. When I was sure he was gone I turned into a side street and called Janet, who immediately invited us over.

When we got to her place some of the other girls from college were already there, sitting in a circle of chairs in the living room. Janet didn't beat around the bush: the moment we'd taken our shoes off she offered me a beer, let us say hi to everyone, and told me the price of her hospitality. If we wanted to stay the night, Miriam had to participate in their party games.

I agreed on the condition that I participate too, to which Janet acted shocked. "Of course you're participating, it'd be half as fun without you!"

Quickly two more chairs were added to the circle and we sat down. The first game was a simple one. Two participants roll the die, and the higher number comes up with a dare for the lower. Refuse a dare and you face a forfeit. Refuse two, you're sent home. An effective way to force us to cooperate, even if everyone insisted that's how they always play.

To their credit, the girls didn't jump into the deep end right away. Cassie lost the first roll and had to pull up her shirt to flash the room. After that Carmen won and made Zoe kneel on the ground to kiss her feet, which she was surprisingly willing to do. Then it was Miriam's turn, and her first dare was to get on all fours and bark like a dog.

She complied stiffly, lowering herself onto her hands and knees before saying "woof woof" in a deadpan voice, which was not at all good enough for the girl who'd come up with the dare. "Josh, make her do it right!" she demanded petulantly.

Knowing we couldn't risk any forfeits, I spoke sternly. "Miriam, do I need to spank you in front of everyone?"

Miriam looked at me like she'd expected me to stand up for her, but then she shook her head and started barking in earnest, a passable impression of a real dog. Everyone laughed and I thought we were in the clear, however the next dare was mine and Danielle knew exactly what to make me do. "Spank her. And don't take it easy on her either."

I looked at Janet to see if she'd let this fly. When she said nothing I sighed and lifted Miriam from the floor onto my lap. But before I started spanking her I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You haven't done anything wrong so I won't hurt you, but don't let them know that."

All eyes were on me as I lifted Miriam's skirt and began to spank her panty-clad rear. I made my blows look hard by swinging my hand down forcefully, only to brake at the last moment to lightly smack Miriam's ass, targeting its most cushioned areas to further soften the impact.

Miriam played it up like a pro, grunting quietly at first only to ramp up to a wailing crescendo. Even I would have been fooled if I couldn't see her eyes stay dry the whole time. Miriam had started crying at the drop of a hat since the TRAP activated, there's no doubt tears would have been flowing if this was a real spanking.

When I was sure that everyone had bought our performance, I quickly smoothed Miriam's skirt down over her ass and helped her sit up on my lap, where she buried her face in my shirt as if to seek comfort in my embrace. I wrapped my arms around her little body and glared around the room before speaking. "Was that good enough for you?"