College Girl Kate

College Girl Kate 6

By Red Rover

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COLLEGE GIRL KATE

By Red Rover

Main Characters:

Freshman Girls:

Kate Brady – (18), from Long Island, New York. Lives in Suite 2E11 of Fawn Hall

Rachel Miller - (18) Kate’s roommate, from Marion, Ohio.

Kara Floyd - (20) from Tampa, Florida. Lives across the hall from Kate and Rachel.

Laura Campbell - (19) from Liberty, Kansas. Kara's roommate.

Connie Armstrong – (19) from Ames, Iowa – lives in Suite 2W6 of Fawn Hall

Counselors: (Counselors live in an apartment in the dorm and are responsible for 48 girls.)

Gail Weathers - (28) Assistant Professor of English,

Warren Weathers - (31) Gail's husband. Associate Professor of Chemistry.

Thomas Morrison (22) – Senior Student Monitor for Wing 2E.

Charles Carter (21) - Junior Student Monitor for Wing 2E

Part 6

It was barely nine o'clock when Gail Weathers showed up at Connie's room, carrying two plastic bags.

Naturally, the other girls on the corridor were curious as to why an RA was in the area and crowded around. Connie, of course, knew why she was there and blushed crimson.

"Hi, Connie," Gail said in a friendly tone. "I'm here to tuck you in and I have little present for you."

The other girls giggled and Connie blushed again.

"Please, Dr. Weathers," Connie stammered. "I'm the oldest girl on the corridor and I hate it when you treat me like a baby."

"Well, child, the first step is up to you, isn't it?" Gail smiled and patted her on the shoulder. "If you stop acting like a baby, people will stop treating you like one, won't they?"

{Stop it, girl, you're getting yourself in deeper}

"Y-y-yes ma'am." Connie said in a small voice. "I will do that."

Gail set the bags down and opened the one labeled '"Connie." She lifted out a set of yellow garments which Connie recognized as a set of "My Furry Friends" pajamas. She had worn a similar set in her preschool years but they had been outgrown by the first grade. These, however, were in a "big girl size." Plastered all over the pale-yellow PJ's were pictures of baby bunnies, squirrels, fawns and other baby animals. Worse yet, they were so thin that she could see Gail's hands clearly though the fabric and Connie knew that her bra and panties would be clearly visible once she put them on.

Connie burst into tears, "Please don't make me wear those, Dr. Weathers,” she sobbed. "I promise I will behave, I will, I will, I will."

"Now, now, such a big fuss over a simple little set of jammies," Gail chuckled. "She sounds just like a five-year old, doesn't she, girls."

Some of the girls tittered but most of them looked embarrassed. Nobody said anything as the realization sank in that one of them could be next.

"OK, honey, arms up," Gail directed.

Accepting the inevitable, Connie lifted her arms and allowed Gail to pull her "grownup" pajama shirt off. To Connie's horror, Gail then unsnapped her bra and tossed it onto the bed. Then she pulled Connie's PJ pants and panties down to the floor. "OK, baby, step out of these."

The "baby" pajama shirt had no buttons, so Connie had to put it on over her head. It was a bit short for her so that the bottom hem was almost two inches above her waist. The pants were even worse, they barely covered her pubic region in front and revealed the upper parts of her butt cheeks in back. Worse yet, the material was so thin in back that her bottom, including the red spots and bruises was clearly visible in the mirror and she knew that everybody on the corridor would know she had been spanked. The front area, thankfully, was more opaque, but she realized that that was because there was a layer of absorbent material there, apparently to catch any leakage.

{They must think I'm gonna pee my pants! Please, God, don't let her mention that out loud!}

"Well, now doesn't she look adorable in those cute little jammies," the RA gushed. "One more thing, in case she gets restless in her sleepy time." Gail reached back into the bag and pulled out a pacifier on a long chain of plastic beads which she pulled over Connie's head so the pacifier hung between her breasts. Connie just closed her eyes and moaned pitifully.

"Now young lady, you will wear these jammies just as they are now, with no underwear, to breakfast and dinner for the next week and every time you are awarded a "Spank Pass" in the future. This will show the other children that you have been a baby and that they can get the same treatment if they misbehave. Is that clear."

"But, Doctor Weathers, there will be boys and men in the cafeteria," the mortified girl protested. "They will see my bottom and boobs."

"Well, your boobs aren't all that big and half the campus has already seen your bare bottom, so that doesn't matter." The RA retorted. "One of the ways we maintain discipline here is to make examples of the girls who misbehave early in the term. That reduces the number who get in trouble later. But don't worry, if experience is any guide, you and Kate will not be the only girls running around the dorm in baby jammies for very long.

{Yeah right, Connie and Kate, poster girls for bad behaviour. I KNEW I should have joined the Army. I'm pretty sure they don't spank girls there. No, with my luck, they'd start doing it as soon as I joined.}

"OK, now baby needs a bedtime spanking and then she's ready for sleepy-by." Gail announced.

"But I have a Spank Pass," Connie protested.

"That's only good in classrooms,” Gail replied. "And this is just a little reminder spanking so you go to bed with a warm little bottom and think about your naughtiness. Now get over my lap."

Gail sat down on Connie's bed and pulled the protesting teen over her knees. Pulling down the girl's PJ pants, she began spanking her bare bottom with her hand. She didn't spank with full strength, but the spanking went long enough to redden all the faded areas on the bawling girl's bottom and upper thighs. Connie was, once again, reduced to a sobbing preschooler lying limp over her advisor's lap with streams of tears coursing down her cheeks and making little whimpering sounds as her schoolmates watched with emotions ranging from glee to sympathy.

Finally, Gail stopped spanking and helped the sobbing girl into her bed, lying on her tummy with her bare bottom still exposed. The RA drew the sheet up carefully and tucked it in around her shaking shoulders. then she kissed her charge gently on the cheek, mussed her hair and patted her bottom through the sheet.

"Sleep well, little one," she whispered as she got up, chased the other girls out and closed the bedroom door.

Connie Armstrong, nineteen-year-old college student, former Student Council President and Head Cheerleader for Akron High School, lay sniffling on her tummy in the bed. After a few minutes, the pacifier somehow found its way into her mouth and she nodded off into dreamland.

TO BE CONTINUED

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