Tina, Part 6 There was silence for a while as each woman was lost in her own thoughts. The naked Tina continued to stand, while she smoked and thought. It was Natasha who broke the silence: "Well, did you have enough or did you want more?" Tina grinned and replied, "Oh, I want more. At least the paddle, and maybe a cain." Natasha whistled. "You've never had the cain. Sure you can handle it?" "Dunno," was the reply, "but if you tie me and gag me, I'll sure as hell try." So it was that Tina was placed on the whipping bench where Natasha had spent so much time. The bench was a nicely finished plank of wood about eighteen inches long on four very sturdy legs about ten inches high. At one end, there was a scooped-out, pillory-like place where Tina rested her neck and then a leather strap across the top secured her neck there. A very wide leather belt went around her waist, holding her fast to the board. At each forward leg was a ring. Leather cuffs on her wrists were locked to these rings. Chains extended out from the rear legs to connect to the cuffs on her ankles. "I'm going to start with the paddle and the slapper. Do you want a gag now?" "No, let me try it without. By the way, this whipping block is quite the bondage device. I knew you liked to be tied." She was interrupted by the first slap of the paddle on her right ass cheek. She gasped, but said nothing and did not cry out. Natasha then took up a regular rhythm, hitting her once every fifteen seconds, almost like a metronome. The blows were not especially forceful, but they were cumulative. After the twentieth, Tina began to shift her ass back and forth, but Natasha was able to compensate so that only one paddle swat missed the absolute center of an ass cheek. At the mark of thirty, Natasha announced there would be a break. She lighted a cigarette and bent down to hold it to Tina's lips. The grateful woman took a deep drag and let the smoke curl upward after she had again lowered her head. Natasha continued to smoke, and when she finished, she mashed out the butt, took up the paddle and resumed Tina's desired ordeal. The cadence resumed as before: every fifteen seconds, the paddle would make contact with one or the other of Tina's ass cheeks. The thwack was identical. Natasha wasn't trying to punish Tina's ass, merely warm it and color it. From time to time, Tina would emit an "ooof" or an "ouch," but nothing serious, and Natasha ignored her. At the sixtieth, Natasha stopped again. She lighted up and again offered the butt to Tina. Tina drew deeply and, smiling shyly, she asked "How's my ass look?" Natasha smiled, and then stood. Gripping the cigarette in her teeth, she leaned over Tina's ass. Then, talking around the cigarette, she said, "Well, it's quite red, and it is very warm. Want to quit?" "Nope," came the prompt reply. "More paddle or cain?" A pause, and then "You're in charge. I want to feel the cain, but I like what you've been doing too. How many swats have you given me?" "Two doses of thirty each." "You mean I've had sixty?" Tina asked incredulously. "You think you've had more?" "No, no," Tina protested. "I thought it was lots less. Keep up the paddling." So Natasha began the paddling again. Tina thought she detected slightly more force this time, and she knew the cadence had been increased. Still, she managed to remain still as Natasha pounded her ass over and over again with the paddle. Finally, Natasha put the paddle down; but then, without much pause, she picked up the slapper and began with the new implement. This permitted her to swing from further away. This, naturally, put more force into the blows, but it also slowed them. Tina appreciated the differences immediately. She was also able to glimpse Natasha's face as she swung the slapper, and she was surprised to see the look of concentration. Natasha caught her looking up, and stopped. "You scared?" Natasha asked. "A little. I may need a gag soon." "If you need a gag for the slapper, you'll never be able to stand the cain." There was short silence, and then Tina said, "Well, gag me now and start with the cain. I really do want to feel it." So Natasha said, "It's your ass." She walked away to the bathroom where the girls kept their dirty laundry. She rummaged in the bag, pulling out as many pairs of dirty panties she could find. She then reached in her leather box and removed a muzzle gag -- nothing went in the mouth from the gag but anything in the mouth would be held there. When Natasha returned, she squatted near her head and said to Tina, "Open up." Tina obediently opened her mouth wide, and Natasha began to cram the dirty panties in Tina's mouth. Tina had known what was coming; she'd done the same to Natasha. Somehow, considering what'd she done that morning, she didn't think dirty panties would be so bad. When her mouth was full, Natasha put the muzzle on her roommate, and strapped it tightly in place. A considerable period of time elapsed between the gagging and the next thing that happened, which Tina quickly interpreted as the hummm of the cain an instant before it crashed into her red and hot ass cheeks. This was AWFUL. She had NO idea it would be so fierce. It nearly made her puke. Had she not been gagged, she might have yelled uncle; but all she could do was breathe deeply and shake her head. "I know that stroke took your breath away. It's always like that. Even for me. If you really want me to stop, clap your ankles together, but I want you to know after that first one, the pain is still fierce but you'll know you can handle it." She waited. Tina was tempted to clap her ankles, but instead, she forced them even further apart. She reasoned Natasha had the experience here, so she'd try one more. She GOT it. And Natasha was right. It was fierce. It was white hot, but it didn't kill her. Deep within her chest, she groaned through her gag, although the sound was heavily muffled. Natasha gave her four more strokes. Then she stopped and came around to sit cross-legged in front of Tina. She held the cain in her hands. "So what did you think of six of my best?" Natasha asked. Tina looked at her roommate. There was pain, but there was also triumph in her eyes. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and when she opened them, she rolled her eyes completely around twice, and then she winked. "Want some more?" Just a slight hesitation, and then Tina blinked twice. Natasha gave Tina six more strokes with the cain, and then she released her. Tina stood and tried to rub her ass, but Natasha urged her not to do so. "Can you sit?" "Dunno, but let's try it," replied Tina, lowering herself gingerly to the cushions of the couch. She winced when her skin made contact, but then she settled and finally leaned back. "I wouldn't want to do that all the time," Tina said, "but I can see what you mean." "What do I mean?" Natasha asked with an amused smile on her face. Shaking her head, Tina laughed, and then replied, "The cum at cain stroke 9 was extra good." Natasha laughed too, and then said, "Okay, now tell me why you wanted this and why today?" "I ate shit this morning." For a moment, Natasha said nothing, and then she repeated, "You ate shit this morning?" Tina nodded, and then told Natasha the whole story. For several long moments, Natasha sat quietly, and then she said, "Was the spanking and caning then punishment?" "Nope. I was just super horny, and I needed something very different. What you think?" "I understand." Silence, and then Tina asked, "Well, aren't you going to say anything else?" "Why should I? You tried something new. You liked it. That's it; unless you're thinking of asking me to try it." Tina shook her head. "What we do is what we each want to do." They sat that way for several minutes, and then Tina said, "Natasha, sit on my face." The semester wound down towards Finals, which would be the last thing before the Christmas break. From necessity, they both wordlessly agreed to put their love life (for that's how each now viewed it -- not lesbians, but certainly bi-sexuals) on hiatus. Tina did give Natasha one moderate spanking/paddling, and Natasha did suspend Tina once, but the rest of the time they were pretty quiet. One evening, however, they took a break from their studying. Their casual, studying clothes were remarkably similar: levis and t- shirts (sans bras, of course); only their footwear differed with Tina in high boots with her pant legs tucked in and Natasha in her preferred work boots. Each had lighted a cigarette and held a wine glass. "So you're going skiing with Todd over the break?" asked Natasha. "Will you be going home at all?" Tina nodded, "Oh sure, I won't leave until the 26th. Mom and Dad wouldn't forgive me. Besides, I'd like to see if I can get Dad to tie me to Mom." "You going to demonstrate you're newest kink?" Grinning, Tina replied, "I don't think so. It's not something I would feel comfortable recommending to them. What about you?" Natasha replied, "Oh, I'll be home for Christmas too. Mother said something about us going to Paris for New Years." Tina whistled, "That would be something." "I'm not too sure," Natasha replied. "Unless Mother has some others lined up, it may end up being just the two of us, and that could be boring." There was a silence of several seconds, and then Tina said brightly, "Let's have our own Christmas Party. My finals are over early in the week, and I think I heard you say you were done on Thursday morning. We could party Thursday nite, and then go home on Friday." "What did you have in mind for a party?" "Oh, we could have a little tree and presents, and then go out for a nice, dress-up, sit-down dinner. What do you say?" Smiling, Natasha said, "I like it. Let's do it." Since Natasha was still studying, Tina took on the responsibility of decorating after her finals were over. She found a little tree and put lights and hung ornaments on it. And she went shopping. Natasha did her shopping on Thursday afternoon, after her last final. That evening, each dressed apart from the other. They had agreed it would be a dress up occasion, but neither knew what the other would wear. Considering their kinks, their independently selected dress was remarkably conservative. Tina was wearing a strapless, black cocktail dress that forced her boobs up. The dress came halfway to her knees. She had on black hose and 4 inch heels. Her final accessory was a pair of black kid gloves opera length. Natasha also wore black. She wore a dress with a front but no back, coming up to a high collar. Her dress was in velvet and it hung sensuously. It too was short, and she had on the obligatory high heels. Her gloves were elbow length. "You wearing anything else?" Tina asked. Natasha shook her head, and replied, "You?" Tina grinned, and then said, "Both pussies are bare. Well, let's go. The cab is here." Each grabbed her coat, purse and the gift they would give the other, and they left. Needless to say, the two women caused many heads to turn when they entered the cozy restaurant. The crowd was mostly local, and they didn't often see the kids from the university so dressed up. For their part, the two women acted as conservatively as they were dressed. Their language was restrained, and they held their cigarettes and martini glasses elegantly. It was plain to any who observed them that they were enjoying themselves, but there was no double meaning, that is that while the two might be lovers, they gave no hint. Finally, over coffee and brandy, they decided to exchange their gifts. Tina's gift to Natasha was in a package about three inches cubed while Natasha's gift to Tina was in a much larger box. Natasha opened hers first to reveal a complete set of piercing jewelry: rings for each nipple, four for her cunt lips, ten studs for her ears and a ring for her nose. Smiling brightly, Natasha said, "They're beautiful. You know I never would have thought of them myself, but now I do. I just know I'll enjoy having them put in me. Now, open yours. I hope you'll like it." The other diners had watched the unwrapping, but none could see the gift Tina had given Natasha. They had higher hopes of being able to see the other's gift, but Tina was discreet. Immediately after opening the box, she knew it would be rubber since she noticed the tell-tale odor. She wondered about the other diners, and then inwardly shrugged, and proceeded. When she had the cover off, she could see a complete rubber body suit. It wouldn't be like a cat suit for it was a thicker rubber. But it was the helmet that drew her attention. She resisted the impulse to pull it out of the box, but she starred at it. There were glycine eyelets, a nose cover that could be clamped shut and an open mouth hole. Laying beside it, however, were several attachments for the helmet that could be used to gag her, plug her, and there was one that was a funnel. She beamed at Natasha, and the expression revealed her thanks and expectation. While the other diners couldn't see what the two women had given each other, they were able to detect the joy each had in her gift, and they began to detect an underlying anticipation. Clearly, each woman wanted to enjoy her gift, and the other diners appreciated this. Nevertheless, with great patience, the two women enjoyed another cigarette before they departed. The next day, they were leaving so they did nothing more than sleep with their faces in the other's cunt that nite.