Jamie had been watching the spanking debacle this whole time with her usual sort of detached, artistic gaze. Her eyes were roving over each pairing, making mental sketches in her head. Compositions with perpendicular lines for Jun and Kyle, gentle diagonals for Nadia and Carl. And then there was all sorts of movement from Kylie and Nick that she couldn’t figure anything out and the drawing in her head looked more like it had been done by a 6 year old with an Etch a Sketch than a talented senior going to a prestigious art school next Fall.<br/><br/>Yeah this is what the art doof does in her head…plan out drawings. But without a pen and paper to doodle on, or an partner to discipline, she resigned herself to working out sketches in her head. Which was fine by her, she was still sort of feeling this whole thing out still anyways.<br/><br/>The ‘discipline’ part of BDSM wasn’t really her deal and didn’t quite get her motor running. Yeah she liked to get a little rough during sex…but having been whacked with everything from shoes to switches, she preferred to not relive her early childhood vicariously through others. And yet here it was, a scene she was very familiar with. She so vividly remembered being in Jun’s position, bent over with a belt unnervingly close to a bare bottom…though in Jamie’s case she usually got her ass beat for her mouth, not her tardiness. Discipline methods from the ‘Old country’ were awful and for a moment she wondered where the hell Kyle had transferred from to be so well versed in the usages of leather belts.<br/><br/>As Kyle brought the belt down to hit Jun’s little rear, Jamie cringed and tensed. The worst part of the belt was the noise, that stupid mocking<i>whoosh</i>it made right before the loud<i>CRACK!</i>against skin. Her butt began to sympathetically throb and hurt. Holy crap that had to have hurt! She squirmed a little bit in her seat to soothe the sympathy welts that weren’t even there. Just as she was fidgeting about, out of the corner of her eye she saw movement and turned her head, eyes growing wide. Just Christi fondling herself in a room full of people. No big deal.<br/><br/><i>What the fuck did you get yourself into? There are spankings and beltings and handcuffs and precursors to masturbation. And…and…and… that smell…I know that smell…</i><br/><br/>Her eyes flicked back over to Jun who had been the most naked to begin with since Nadia wore slightly more boyish underwear. Her gaze landed there just in time to see Kyle pulling the purple scrap of fabric that was supposedly a thong down off of her hips and down her thighs, revealing how aroused the petite Asian was. Ok –that- got her motor running and put her into first gear. Just the scent of sex could make Jamie’s heart race and her pupils dilate. It all broke her previously detached sort of composure. She leaned forward to watch, now suddenly a very, very interested audience member. She was like Pavlov’s dog: mouth watering and expectantly waiting for a treat as soon as the scent of Jun’s arousal hit her nose.<br/><br/>Soooo the little artsy blonde may or may not have some lesbian tendencies. …Perhaps a lot of lesbian tendencies…which had been rumored to include fooling around with her best friend in the art’s wing bathroom on several occasions and getting caught by teachers, but never another student. She had openly had two boyfriends in the past and so the rumor mill never really knew what the hell to make of Jamie. Was she straight? Bi? A closet lesbian? Pffft...like hell if she knew herself. But it seemed that whenever she was single, rumors of her girl on girl antics ran rampant through the hallways. But she didn't mind, people talked, whatever. Besides...rumors had a tendency to be partially based in truth. Even now she was struggling to not totally lose it and pounce on Jun.<br/><br/><i>Control… Behave...</i>The words flickered in her mind as she fought back the urge to touch herself, to do -something- to relieve the ache in her core and the blossoming heat between her thighs. A wanton whimper managed to sneak it's way out of her throat and she bit her lower lip, hard enough that the little slice of pain dragged her out of a lusty haze.<i>Son of a bitch...CONTROL. BEHAVE!</i>