It was the first day of the new school year and I was returning, excited as all get out to see Melanie again. It had been a long and lonely summer without her and I couldn't wait for us to be together once more.
Melanie had kept in contact with me over the summer and she had contacted our college and insured that we would get our same room as we had last year. I was surprised that she was able to do that and not surprised. Melanie had something about her that allowed her to get other people to give her what she wanted.
My parents were again driving me to school with my clothes and the other things for the long 8-9 months that I would be there. When we got there I directed my father to the parking lot next to the dorm where Melanie and I would be living once more. As we were climbing the stairs to the room my stomach clenched as I remembered the remodeling Melanie had done, especially the hook in the ceiling in front of the couch. I began to pray that my father and mother wouldn't notice it. Once we entered with my suitcases and other things, however, my prayers were not answered.
"I wonder what that is doing in the ceiling?" asked my mother.
With a sick feeling in my stomach I said the only thing that I could think of, which was the worst thing.
"What is that mother?"
"That hook in the ceiling, Sabine. I wonder why it is there?"
"Oh that. I have no idea. It was there when we moved into the room."
Of course, in my mind, I was picturing myself, naked and on my tiptoes, my arms stretched above me and fastened to the hook, with Melanie smirking at me and tapping the flogger or a strap on a palm. My face heated up immediately as I knew in my heart that neither my mother nor father would understand. As a matter of fact, I knew that my mother would be devastated to know what I had been doing with Melanie and that my father would most likely throw me out of my home. My mother looked at me curiously but thankfully didn't say anything else. My father glanced at the hook and didn't say anything, just set my suitcases down. I put the box I was carrying down on the small bed and took the one that my mother had and put it on the bed also. There were only two more boxes of my stuff so I suggested that my father and I get them. My mother waited while we did that.
When my father and I returned to the room, Melanie was there with her mother. They had brought up some of her things. Melanie and I greeted each other and then hugged each other, laughing. Our parents watched the two of us, smiling. I told my parents that I would help Melanie get the rest of her stuff and that they could go with Melanie's mother to the Commons for coffee or sodas.
Melanie's mother said, "There still is a lot of stuff, but you two go and we'll get it, then meet you there before we leave."
It sounded reasonable to everyone, so my parents left and the three of us went down to get the remaining boxes of Melanie's. As we returned to our room and put down the last of Melanie's things, Melanie's mother smiled at me.
"I hear that you and Melanie have become very good friends, Sabine, very good friends."
Melanie walked up to me.
"My mother and I have become much more open with each other, Sabine. Do you want to let her know how good friends we are, darling?"
My stomach clenched and looked at Melanie, then her mother.
"It'll be fine, Sabine."
I watched as her mother settled onto the couch with a big smile on her face. Melanie walked to her bed, opened a suitcase and took out something I remembered very well. It was a leather strap with a wooden handle for her to hold. I closed my eyes not quite believing what was happening.
"Go over to the couch and face away from my mother, please, Sabine. Then drop your shorts and panties and bend over and grab your ankles."
I hesitated for a moment, my face beginning to turn red and hot.
"Don't you love me anymore, Sabine? I really want to heat your ass for when we get together with your parents before everyone leaves and I know that my mother would like to see it after all the talks we've had over the summer."
I didn't really want to do this, but I did love her. I walked, haltingly to the couch without looking at her mother. I turned away from her.
"Do I have to, Melanie?"
"Only if you still love me, darling."
I took a deep breath and undid my shorts and pushed them and my panties down, baring my ass to her mother. Then I bent over and grabbed my ankles, knowing what was coming.
"Take them off completely, Sabine, so you can move you feet further apart. It'll give you better balance, darling."
I did as I was told, blushing furiously, knowing that as I bent over again that my cheeks spread and Melanie's mother was seeing my pussy and asshole.
"Grip tight Sabine."
I did and then I heard that sound that was still familiar to me. The whoosh of the strap just before it impacted my bare ass. I bit my lip to keep from howling. I heard a giggle from behind me as Melanie's mother watched. Melanie hit me with the strap another five times, all the while talking to her mother and me.
"Your ass looks a little fatter, Sabine, is it? No don't tell me. We'll just have to exercise you to tighten it up. It sure jiggles when I hit it, doesn't it mother? And it turns such a nice shade of red, too. Can you see her asshole clench, mother? She does that all the time when she is spanked. But what is the most enjoyable thing is how her cunt gets wet when I spank or strap her. On everyone else, it's a vagina or a pussy, but on Sabine it's a cunt, isn't it Sabine?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Isn't it Sabine?"
Humiliated to tears, bent over and showing her mother everything, only because I was in love and didn't know how to say no.
"Yes, it's a cunt, Melanie."
"And whose cunt is it, Sabine?"
I sobbed softly.
"It's your cunt, Melanie."
"What did I tell you, mother? And you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?"
"Yes I do, but I still am amazed. Would you mind if I........"
"No, but just this once, Mother."
