GreyLord wrote: ↑8 months ago
That was interesting. Now Floria is in trouble.
Oh yes, she is.
Beaumains wrote: ↑8 months ago
Nice chapter. I think Floria got what she deserved and what was coming. Her confidence was so brazen you would almost think she wanted this to happen. I am sure Mac will make sure she learns her lesson.
Thanks.
Beaumains wrote: ↑8 months ago
So Flo and Kari survived 5 months with each other? That's a lot longer than I would expect.
I remembered that the flashbacks in The Roommates 2 happened about 2 and half months before The Roommates 1, and Floria and Karissa were already in bitter terms by then. So I kind of needed to establish a timeline before that. So technically it would be 2 and a half months trying to live with each other, and 2 and a half months when they are just sick of their roommates.
Caesar73 wrote: ↑8 months ago
Now she will pay up!
Yes, she will!
Part 3
“That was so freaking unfair!”
Mac chuckled at the fifth of Floria’s protests. She had added her rope cuffs on top of the flex cuffs already on Floria’s wrists. Mac applied another set of rope cuffs to Floria’s ankles. She attached the coil to Floria’s hands, restricting her movement.
“Is this necessary?”
“Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you had won,” replied Mac.
Barbara snorted. “Looks fun.”
Floria glares at Barbara. “You would’ve so been in this situation if it hadn’t been for Mac’s stupid magic shoelaces.”
“There’s nothing magic about being prepared.” Mac fetched inside her bag. “Now, I had this little thing prepared for Barbara. But since you stepped in, I might as well use that with you.”
“What is that?” asked Barbara.
Mac held an orange table tennis ball. It had two cuts in the middle, at opposite sides. A black elastic strap ran through the cracks and looped all the way around. Mac tested the elasticity and grinned. “What do you think?”
“Dope.”
“Is that…?” Floria grunted. “Keep that thing away from my mouth.”
Mac fetched for her alcohol spray and disinfected the orange ball.
“I said keep that thing away from my mouth.”
Barbara chuckled. “Oh, come on, big Flo. You played the game, you lost. Deal with it.”
“The hell I will.”
“You wanted in, remember?” said Barbara. “You agreed to the escape competition. Not my fault that Mac was smarter.”
“Or cheater.”
“Hey! Learn how to lose. Open up. Don’t be such a bad loser.”
“Oh, bite me.”
Barbara’s look turned dark. She walked in silence to Mac and took the orange ball from her hand. Still quiet, she approached Floria.
The tall girl didn’t have much of a choice. Barbara placed the homemade ball gag in her mouth and secured the straps behind Floria’s head. The tennis ball wedged between Floria’s teeth. Floria glared at Barbara with her black eyes as her curly hair fell over her right cheek.
“Sore loser.” Barbara booped Floria’s nose. “Let me get you more comfortable.”
Floria had been on her knees while Mac restrained her. Now, the red-haired captor led her to the floor, face down. Floria grunted through her gag.
“I knew we had to test it first,” said Barbara.
Floria didn’t have enough time to brace herself for the pinch that Barbara gave to her bottom. It did generate a loud muffled curse, though. The two girls chuckled. Mac took Floria’s discarded shoes and carefully placed them next to the desk with careful.
“Now, to the victors…”
“I think she needs a time out,” said Barbara, walking out of the coach’s office. Mac blinked and looked from side to side. Barbara cleared her throat. “We can take that time to check on my work.”
“Mmm, OK. Wait here.” Mac told Floria and turned to Barb. “Wait.”
Floria began her struggle. Mac shut the door behind her and tapped Barbara’s shoulder. “Are you OK? You seem mad.”
“I don’t seem mad. I seem even.”
“That’s not the expression.”
“Whatev'.” Barbara puffed. “What? Aren’t you gonna grade me or something? You like to grade stuff. Hope that doesn’t come with a punishment.”
Mac blushed. “It didn’t cross my mind, but I wouldn’t rule it out. Let’s see.”
To Mac’s surprise, Barbara had followed her instructions as best as she could have hoped. Mac had a particular, very specific way of doing things. And that included cleaning up and tidying up the Table Tennis Hall. Each girl who had a captaincy treated it differently. Karissa focused too much on her training and gave lots of freedom to her Athletics teammates. Gaby liked to pull strings and get gossip from the other captains. Mac was very fond of strict procedures. And she liked things done her way.
“Tables stashed in 35 degrees instead of 45, that has to improve… Chairs stashed in even numbers, that’s good. Did you use the recycling bin?”
“I did. Just like you said it,” asked Barbara.
“In a minute. The water… that’s the right temperature. Well, you lived to your expectations, Barbara.”
“Yi liv ti yir ixpictitins,” mocked Barbara. Mac stared at her in disbelief. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just… I thought it would be more fun. Wasn’t expecting Floria to be such a sore loser.”
“Because she had been such a fair one in the past?” asked Mac. “It was your idea to get her involved.”
“I know…”
“And it was you who said that I needed to be a good friend.”
“I know! I thought it’d be fun.”
“It can still be fun.” Mac winked. “Wink.”
“You don’t have to say ‘wink’. Just the wink is enough.” Barbara shook her head. “And how does this work with being a good friend?”
Mac looked at her sides. “Well, for starters, that may take her problem with Karissa out of her mind… Maybe?”
“Mmm. Maybe. Could work.” Barbara cocked her head. “At least we could try.”
“It never hurts to try. But first, the honors.” Mac sent a text to Barbara’s phone.
“B+.” Barbara frowned. “B for Barbara? B for Best?”
Mac blinked. “Yeah… sure… why not? Come on.”
The two girls returned to the coach’s office. Floria had tried her best to get free of her restraints. Like the flex cuffs earlier, she hadn’t succeeded. Mac’s rope cuffs held her tight. Floria, trapped in her hogtie, continued her struggle on the floor.
Mac clicked her tongue. “Why is everybody such a bad sport?”
“I don’t know, but it sure gives us reasons for punishment!”
“MMPHH!”
Barbara sat behind Floria and raised her gray t-shirt. Floria protested to no avail. Barbara poked her exposed ribs and soon, the tickling started. Floria thrashed her bound body left to right, right to left. There was no escape. She bit into the orange ball gag. After a few minutes, Barbara stopped and tapped Floria’s jean-cladded thigh.
“Mac, you’re up.”
Mac disinfected her hands with the alcohol spray and removed Floria’s socks. She placed them inside Floria’s socks and disinfected her hands again. Mac sprayed some of the alcohol on the bare soles, causing an involuntary giggle from Floria. Barbara patted Floria’s curly black hair.
“Be strong. OK?”
“Nmmph!”
Mac scratched Floria’s feet with a single finger. Floria grunted. But again, she had nowhere to go. Mac tickled her soles with both of her hands. Floria struggled and twisted her body. The hogtie left her feet exposed with no protection. The tall captive tried to cover one foot with the other, in a desperate attempt to slow down Mac. But the red-haired girl grabbed her ankles with one hand and let her other one do the tickling.
“There you go.” Barbara ran her fingers through Floria’s hair after the tickling had ended. “You did great, Flo.”
“Mmpph… mmphh…”
“Don’t need to get all fuzzy.” Barbara tapped Floria’s behind twice. “We are almost done.”
“Almost?”
Barbara grinned. “Of course. We haven’t got to the spanking part.”
“Nmphh!”
“Barb, you said…”
“I know what I said. And I know you said last week that I couldn’t do that to Karissa since she hated it.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“But Floria doesn’t hate it.”
Floria didn’t hate it. But she wouldn’t say she liked it. A part of her thanked that it wasn’t Karissa on the other side. The other part of her wished she had won the escape contest. It didn’t matter now. Barbara helped her to get, from face down on the floor, to up on her knees. Barbara cleared some of Floria’s curly hair away from her red face. Floria took this window to glare at Barbara.
“Ah, you’ll love this. Be a good sport. Remember: you would’ve done the same if you had won.” Barbara booped her nose. “Now, assume the position.”
Barbara helped Floria to bend forward. Despite her frustration, Floria didn’t resist. Soon, she was pressing her forehead against the coach’s office floor, bending on her knees, leaving her behind as an easy target.
“How are you going to do it?” asked Mac.
“Well, we are in the Table Tennis Hall, right?”
Mac huffed. But she knew there was no way to change Barbara’s mind. She opened the lower drawer of the coach’s desk and retrieved a spare paddle. She tossed it to Barbara.
“Thanks!” said Barbara. She moved the paddle until it touched Floria’s bottom and kept it there. “Feel that? The sooner this goes, the sooner we end. And you will count the smacks. Got it?”
Floria grunted back. She had no other choice. Barbara raised the paddle.
“And one!”
“Mmph!”
“And two!”
“Mmmph!”
A total of five good smacks fell on Floria’s rear. And Floria counted them all. They weren’t hard. They stung but didn’t hurt. If anything, Floria wondered how this could be a good punishment, in case she needed to put Karissa in her place. Eventually.
Barbara tossed the paddle back to Mac, who disinfected it and stored it back in its drawer. Barbara rubbed Floria’s behind to soothe any of the pain. And to taunt her. “There you go. Such a big, good girl.”
“Grmph…”
The untying process began. The two girls rolled Floria on her side and worked on the knots.
“So, should we get ready for some revenge?” asked Barbara.
“Well, yes. Thanks to Gaby, they owe us.”
Barbara shook her head. “I mean, for this one.”
“This one was fair and square. I won the contest competition. The rules were clear.”
“Mmmphh…”
“Sure, sure, I’m totally confident Floria will understand that.” Barbara winked at Floria.
Floria glanced at Barbara. She blew hard through her nose. Rules or no rules, she knew she had to be smarter. She stayed still on the floor, listening to the girls’ chat. She had to wait until the girls had released her. And the girls took their sweet, sweet time.