TINA, Part 3 Mom and I came to an understanding about bondage. She was concerned that if she bound me too often I would drift away from my friends and spend my entire day secured by ropes or chains or whatever. Since I needed her for her experience, I felt sort of compelled to agree. Deep down, I think I understood her argument, and truly agreed. Anyhow, I did spend a lot of time with my friends. And, from time to time, I would be tied by them. Things were going great as the six of us entered our senior year of high school. Inevitably, we all thought about college. At first we were confused because it appeared the group was breaking up. The boys had each gotten athletic scholarships to the state university. For financial reasons, Alice was going to stay at home and start at junior college. Gigi had earned a scholarship to a private school. Strangely, although we had never talked about it, Natasha and I announced we would be going out of state to the same school. When I mentioned all these things to my Mom, she said that maybe Natasha and I ought to room together. In that way, she said, "we'd each have a close friend." The significance of that statement passed me by for a few minutes, but then I caught on. "Mom," I began, "fun is fun, but college is for education." Mom laughed, and replied, "Yes, it is, isn't it?" And then, after a bit, she added, "I'll have to call Dorothy (Natasha's mother) and set a lunch date." I didn't think anything about it for several days. Then one day, when I got home from school, my mother came into my room with a box. She laid it on my bed, as I was changing into levis and wellington boots, and took from it a white, canvas thing. Recognition was a little slow but eventually I decided it was a straight jacket. "For me?" I asked. Mom nodded, holding it up so that the sleeves hung down. I accepted the invitation and unhesitatingly thrust my hands and arms into the extra long sleeves which were closed at the end. She pulled it up over my shoulders and then stepped behind me where she began to draw the straps closed. Very quickly, I was fully encased. Mom then told me to cross my arms in front. When I had done so, she took the strap hanging down from the left and pulled it behind my back and into the clasp on the end of the right sleeve. I was now fully covered and secured. But Mom wasn't done: the tongue hanging down in front had a strap at the end. She took it and pulled it up between my legs and secured it to the jacket in the back. I shifted my body from side to side and twisted my arms. Smilingly, I said to mother, "Well, I'm in and I can't get out. Now what?" I thought she might secure me to a chair to watch TV or some such. Her answer astounded me: "We're going visiting." "In broad daylight?" I asked incredulously. When she nodded, I added, "Like this?" She chuckled, "Why not? You're fully covered. C'mon. We're going to Natasha's house. Her mother, Dorothy, and I were talking about you two going to school and we have some ideas to suggest to you." Dubiously, I followed her out of the house and into our car. Naturally, mom held the door for me and, after securing my seat belt, she closed my door. In a moment, she had herself belted, the door closed and we moved off. Natasha's house was only a couple blocks and usually we walked but I was thankful we drove this time -- though as we rode along, I noticed not one person on the sidewalk between my house and Natasha's. When we arrived, I was in a quandary. While Natasha had seen me bound, I had no idea how her mother might react. Also, appearing in a public area, in broad daylight, bound; well, that bothered me. Mother noticed how agitated I was, how much I was struggling in the straight jacket; and she merely smiled and then said, "Relax. You'll be amongst friends." That told me a lot. Still, I struggled, walked sideways, glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking (no one was). When we entered the house, Dorothy (Natasha's mother) greeted my mom with a kiss on the lips and then said, "Tina, what a lovely jacket. I'll bet you're comfy. But it took courage to come out in that in broad daylight. Come in, both of you, and sit down. Natasha is waiting." Boy, Natasha surely was waiting. She was naked, kneeling on the floor in front of the coffee table, bent over at the waist, with her wrists tied to the far end. Her ass was very prominent. She looked up at me with a big smile, and said, "Hi Tina. Hello Mrs. Crimp (in case you missed it, my name is Tina Crimp and my mother naturally is Mrs. Crimp -- first name Helen)." Bemused, I merely continued to walk into the room. Dorothy spoke, "Helen, why don't you sit here at the end of the couch, and Tina, you can sit on this stool which might be a bit more comfortable. Besides, that way you each get a good view of Natasha's ass." Why would I want to get a good view of Natasha's ass, I wondered, as I settled on the stool. Natasha was no longer looking my way so I had no way of seeking an answer in her face. My mother and Dorothy were lighting cigarettes, so they were no help. And then I saw the paddle and other things on the floor, and I understood: Natasha was going to be paddled! Wow! Of course I knew it happened to her, but I'd never seen it done. The one time the others had seen her behind after a paddling, I'd been tied down in my backyard. I suddenly found myself intensely interested. I was going to see one of my best friends paddled. It wasn't that I wanted her to have pain; I guess I realized she had her likes just as I had mine. I was jolted out of my mussings by my mother's voice, "My goodness, Tina, you were certainly lost in thought." Smiling, I replied, "Yeah, I guess so. I think I'm going to like what I'm about to see." At this, Natasha raised her head and looked back at me, "Oh you do, do you? Well, I'm prepared to admit I like this. How do you like what you're wearing?" "Me?" I answered innocently, "why Natasha, you know I like to be bound. And you, you like to have your ass paddled?" "Ummmm," she replied, "and then some." Laughing, Dorothy interjected, "Before you two get too excited, maybe I ought to do Natasha." So saying, she stooped to pick up the ping pong paddle. Gripping it firmly, she bent at the waist and applied a quick stroke to each cheek of Natasha's ass. The force of the blows was greater than I would have imagined for starters -- I thought one would work one's way up to it (I've since learned differently). Red splotches appeared on each cheek. "How're those for starters?" Dorothy asked her daughter. Without raising her head, Natasha answered, "Just right Mother. Please continue." And so Dorothy began a rhythmic application of the paddle to her daughter's ass. At the end of twenty swats, each cheek had had an equal number but they weren't alternated. Then Dorothy bent again, dropped the paddle and picked up a short, flexible whip. She resumed her previous position and began to swing the whip. The initial strokes caught Natasha on the ass, but soon Dorothy was hitting her on the thighs and back. I was mesmerized. I'd never dreamed it would be like this. Oh, I'd read about whippings, but to actually see the scalding of a friend's ass and back, well, that was really something. I enjoyed listening to Natasha grunt and ugh as her body absorbed the force and the pain of each stroke. I imagined she probably felt the same way when she saw me tied (I learned later that she did) because we each could relate the other's predicament to sexual excitement (god, was I excited -- my cunt was like a fountain and I knew my levis would show a wet mark but I wasn't worried about that). On impulse, I looked over at my mother. She was smoking and alternately staring intently at Natasha's ass and Dorothy's face. This jolted me -- my mother was hot for Dorothy. And then I caught my mother fingering her own crotch. Wow! Finally, dropping the whip, Dorothy said, "We'll let her rest a bit if that's okay with you Tina." Brightly, I said, "Don't matter to me. Whatever Natasha wants is fine with me." Natasha raised a smiling face to me and said, "Now you know my secret too. Yeah, I'd like a rest, but I want more." Later, Dorothy gave Natasha ten strokes with a nice, whippy cane. Each stroke brought a squeal or an awrrgh from Natasha, but she never asked her mother to stop. When the whipping (I learned that Natasha preferred to call her episodes 'whippings' rather than 'paddlings') was finished and Natasha released, my mother asked if I wanted out of my straight jacket. Actually, I had forgotten I had it on, and was inclined to decline, but then Natasha said we would be having pizza for supper so I agreed. While we waited for the pizza to be delivered, the four of us smoked and talked about Natasha's and my college plans. Our senior year in high school passed quickly. We six worried we would drift apart, so we arranged to spend more time together. Naturally, I spent a lot of time tied. The six of us went to our Senior Prom together. Biff and George took a lot of ribbing, but they countered that they were men enough for the four of us girls. While Alice and Gigi were dressed as any of the other girls at the prom, Natasha and I were different. She was well and truly whipped under her gown. Her mother had been careful to avoid marking her where her dress wouldn't cover. I was wearing a very strict corset, which caused me some unanticipated problems: I was hungry because I hadn't been able to each much and I was thirsty for the same reason. The discomfort was, naturally, a turn-on. Mother had had a lot of fun lacing me into the garment, and she had done so with gusto. Even if I had been inclined to cheat and not lace it closed, mother wouldn't have let me get away with it. I had held it to my belly while mother tightened the laces. When it wouldn't move at all, it felt quite comfortable and I thought we might be done. Then mother had told me to grasp the top of the door frame and hold on; and then she began to seriously tighten the lacings. By holding my arms over my head, I made my chest slimmer, which made it easier for mom to make the corset tighter. Once, I had to tell her I was feeling faint. She stopped her tightening and supported me for a few moments. She even had smelling salts, which instantly cleared the fuzziness. At another point, I complained that I didn't think I could handle any more constriction, but she just continued to pull and tug. She was actually panting, she was working so hard. And finally, she stopped. I felt like I was rigid from my hips to my neck. My boobies were swelled up over the top of the corset, and I was quite proud of them. And then, on a whim, mother measured my waist: it was six inches less than normal, and that was over the top of the corset, so I was probably at least seven inches smaller. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was amazed: I truly did look like an hour glass. Since my gown was a clinging fabric, my body drew lots of attention that nite. Also, since the dress was floor length, I was able to wear my knee high, high heeled boots. The prom was a huge success. The six of us drew lots of attention. Naturally, my body was an attraction, but the other girls were dressed spectacularly so none of us stood out any more than any other. Traditionally, proms began at school, where a meal was served and then on a country club for the dance. After that, everybody adjourned to a mountain resort where everybody changed for a hike to scenic view to see the sunrise. We stayed with the class until we got to the resort, and then we went to our own cabin, the six of us; and when we left, none of us were virgins. We missed the sunrise, but we were pleased that even if in the future we saw less of one another, we had shared a rite of passage together. I'm not ready to tell about that nite yet; maybe at a later time. That Fall, Natasha and I went off to school. We decided we wanted to start out in the dorm, so we had a two room suite. The first couple weeks, we were caught up in learning our new life and did nothing that any of the others weren't doing. We hit the beer hall a few times, and made lots of friends. And then we got into going to classes, and all at once, discovered we had lots of homework. Resolving to quit playing and to begin work, we stayed in our rooms and studied for three straight nites. Finally, about ten on the third nite, Natasha threw down her pencil and said, "Shit." Looking up, I replied, "What did you say?" "I said 'shit'," she repeated. "I need a break. This is just too intense." Taking a chance, I replied, "What you mean is that you need your ass paddled." She said nothing for a moment, then, after lighting a cigarette, she said, "You ready to do me?" I nodded, so Natasha stood and walked to her dresser. She opened the second drawer and, after moving some clothes, she pulled out the paddle and the whip her mother had used that day nearly a year ago as I sat watching in my straight jacket. She threw them on the bed and then, after locking the door, she stripped and knelt at the side of her bed with her upper body laying across it. This had taken no time at all. The rapidity with which Natasha moved startled me, but I knew I was going to do it. On a whim, I too stripped. Then, stepping to where she was lying, I picked up the paddle. I hefted it and moved it around. Then, without warning her, I hit the left cheek of her ass as hard as I could. The 'crack' sound was like a cannon shot and, almost involuntarily, I said, "god." Natasha giggled, and looked up at me. She was surprised to see my bare tits and her eyes bulged, but then she said, "Like your dress." "Now what?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "Well," I replied, "we can't make that much noise." "Oh," Natasha said, "well, just use the whip then." So I did. I hit her at least thirty times with that whip. And when I was done, her back and ass and thighs were criss-crossed with the thin red lines. I didn't know if I should go on, but Natasha got up, signalling the end, and then she embraced me and kissed me on the mouth. I ate her pussy that nite.