“He what!?”

“He wants to spank me,” repeated Dana, to my shock.

“Are you going to let him?” I couldn’t help grinning.

She didn’t answer for a second. “I don’t know,” she finally said in a thoughtful voice.

“You can’t be thinking about it!” I burst out. Dana was wilder than me, but spanking was, well, a little more than Dana or I would get into.

“A ha! Not as nonchalant about it as you let on!” she said with a grin. “Listen, it’s not that strange. Brenda’s done it.”

My jaw dropped. Brenda! Dana giggled at me some more. “Brenda let some guy spank her?” I knew Brenda didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment.

“No. A woman.” Well, I didn’t think she could top her previous statement, but she had. This time I really was speechless for a minute. “Didn’t know Brenda was bi, did you? You really are an innocent.” Her smile was patronizing.

“I...” I stammered. Brenda was always rather friendly to me! I had a sinking feeling.

“Wondering if she’s turned on to you? It doesn’t mean she has the hots for every woman she meets, you know, anymore than you have the hots for every guy.” She laughed at me again. I didn’t ask her any more about it, and we got to talking about other things—I think she was finally trying to be nice to me, getting off the topic. But I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

Then I met Brenda the next morning. I did my best to act natural. “Dana tells me you just found out I’m bi,” she said. So much for going on as if I hadn’t heard.

“Uh, yes.”

She smiled at me. “I really only had a couple of experiences,” she went on. “Back in highschool once with a girl I knew, and...” she paused. I couldn’t help myself—I was curious beyond belief. I hoped it wasn’t written all over my face. “Dana told you I got spanked,” she finally said.

“Yes,” I said, repetitiously.

“I haven’t told anybody who it was: it was Professor Gilman.”

I gasped. We were both in her class! “Brenda! But...”

“I know! But it was before ... before I signed up for the class.”

“Oh,” I said, but still uncertainly.

“It wasn’t much really—just once and just the, uh, spanking.” I went away from that conversation in a complete daze, not believing what I was hearing. Sometimes I felt a little out of it, but now I felt like the world went on without me. They had a relationship —well, an encounter— and it was nothing but a spanking!

At lunch, I ate with Brenda, Dana, Gretchen and Rich as usual and Dana happily talked away about the decision she was going to be making! I felt funny again, hearing her talk like that in front of Rich even though we got along with him well. He wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend—just a friend we ate with and hung out with sometimes. Though sometimes I thought he’d ask me out if I gave him any encouragement. He seemed to enjoy hearing Dana’s ruminations though. It seemed like they all knew about Brenda too—both that she had allowed herself to be spanked and that she was bi. Yes, I felt like an innocent.

The girls asked Rich if the idea of spanking a girl turned him on. He grudgingly admitted it. They laughed at him.

That afternoon, Professor Gilman asked me to stop at her office! I’d stared at her just a little in class, but had been generally careful not to act too strange. But I wasn’t sure I was up to an office visit.