Houseguest from Hell: Part II
That night, Michelle slept in a blue T-shirt, green PJ short shorts, and a red, burning bottom. That was the hardest spanking she'd ever received - and living with Jane, she got plenty of them. The next morning at around 9:30, she got up and lazily walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. She didn't have her internship on weekends, so her plan was simple: eat fast and get the hell out before Marsha could spank her.
However, like most of Michelle's ideas, this didn't exactly pan out like she wanted.
Michelle managed to lightly sit at the table eating a bowl of Corn Flakes when Marsha entered the room, already showered and dressed for the day. Michelle ate breakfast in silence as Marsha started making coffee. The elder started the conversation,
"Starting the day off right before your chores, huh?"
"What?" Michelle asked, gulping down the spoonful of flakes.
"Your chores. You've gotta vacuum, mop, and sweep the apartment and do laundry."
"Uh, I'm going out today."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm going out today. The apartment can be cleaned later. Besides, Jane never told me about any ch-"
"No, you'll be cleaning the apartment today. There's a list of chores for you to do."
"According to who?"
"According to me."
"I don't have to do chores because YOU tell me to. YOU don't live here."
"No, but I AM in charge. And there's chores. Now finish breakfast and start cleaning. It's a busy workload ahead of you." Michelle stood up in defiance.
"NO. I'm NOT doing chores. I'm leaving." She started to storm to her bedroom, but Marsha grabbed her by the arm. Michelle tried pulling away, but Marsha held on tight.
"Go ahead, you can leave, but you're not coming back 'til Jane gets home. I hope you can find somewhere to stay until then. Jane actually let me know last night she might be away a few days longer than normal."
"I LIVE here. You can't victimize me!"
"I'm currently acting as head of the apartment, and what I say goes. Now, do you plan on walking out? If so, take everything with you." Michelle stopped struggling to get away and just stood there, almost defeated.
"No... I'm not."
"That's what I thought. So you'll be doing your chores today."
"..yes."
"Okay. Now let's go." Marsha started dragging Michelle towards the couch. Oh no. Shit. Michelle started struggling again,
"Nooo!"
"Yes. You're going to be punished for disobedience and acting like a brat."
"No no no!" Marsha got to the couch and started sitting down as Michelle tried pulling away. Unfortunately, Marsha held on tight.
"Yes yes yes. Now stop acting childish before I make things much worse."
"Worse?"
"Yes. I can make things a hell of a lot worse for you than they already are. Now behave yourself and stop acting like a baby." Michelle stopped struggling for fear that her predicament could somehow become even worse, and stood there in fright. Marsha let go, "Alright. You know what to do."
Michelle nervously climbed over Marsha's lap letting her ass stick up, ready for the punishment. Marsha didn't immediately begin the spanking -instead, she rested two fingers on the waistband of Michelle's lime green short-shorts.
"I'm not sure why these are still up. You should know by now that ALL spankings are on your bare ass, and when I said you were gonna be punished, the first thing you should have done was pulled 'em down." With that she put her hands on the waistband to pull 'em down, but Michelle grabbed on tight.
"Noo! You spanked me so hard on my bare butt last night! It still hurts. Can't you just spank me on my shorts?"
"I don't think so," and Marsha tried pulling the shorts off, but Michelle held on tight. "Let go," she demanded.
"You spanked me too hard last night! At least spank me on just my shorts!"
"Spankings are SUPPOSED to hurt, Michelle. And you're getting a spanking right now whether or not you like it. And if you don't knock it off, I'll spank you until you can't sit down. Now move your hand." Michelle slowly retracted her hand as Marsha rubbed her still-covered ass. "Well, I DID spank you pretty hard last night, maybe I'll just punish you on your panties..." Michelle gulped.
At that, Marsha slipped her thumbs into Michelle's green PJ short shorts and began pushing them down exposing, not panties, but a bare ass that still had a little tint of red. When the shorts were just below Michelle's ass cheeks, Marsha stopped and saw that the ass in her lap was bare. She then checked inside the shorts and saw they were empty.
"...or you're not wearing any. Looks like I'll be punishing you on your bare ass anyway, AND not wearing any underwear gets you extra punishment."
"WHAT?"
"You walk around not wearing panties like some tramp?"
"I slept commando last night because it hurt so bad! I wasn't planning on leaving the house like this!"
"It's a shame, a young girl like you walking around with no panties on. Now you're gonna get spanked longer and harder." Michelle's heart dropped as Marsha slapped her left ass cheek quite hard.
"OW!" Marsha returned to the green PJ short shorts located right underneath the spankee's ass, and lowered them to around her knees. She then returned to the ass in her lap, white by nature but red by punishment. And right now it was still faintly red, minus the spank it just got. Marsha gave a rub to the bottom.
"It's a little red still... but I'll be much redder when I'm done, trust me."
Michelle held her head down and groaned in fear/distraught as Marsha started the spanking. Unlike last night's spanking, she spanked quite fast - the left cheek would barely be done jiggling before the right cheek was joining it in it's punishment dance. Not as fast as Jane would spank, the mile-a-minute spank style, but pretty fast-paced.
Michelle groaned and sput out "OUCH!" as Marsha went back and forth on Michelle's slight bubble butt, alternating between the cheeks, slowly getting it redder. Minutes passed, and with 2-3 spanks per second, Michelle's ass was starting to glow and sting more than ever. Michelle occasionally kicked her legs as Marsha delivered the non-stop spanking - it hurt.
After a few minutes, Marsha stopped, giving the red, stinging bottom a little rub.
"It's a shame," she began, followed by a hard spank that made Michelle yelp, "that a girl like you, in her 20s for god's sake, is getting a spanking. I'd be embarrassed if I were you." Spank! Michelle answered,
"YOU'RE the one spanking me! I AM embarrassed, but it's a shame that you and Jane like to spank me!"
"You think I WANT to spank you?" Marsha asked, delivering a swat to each cheek that made the spankee scream. "You think I want to spend time that I could be using to do other things to discipline a brat like you? No. I want to be out right now. But I have to be here with you over my knee, bare ass ripe to get spanked."
"Well then stop spanking me! I'm not making you do anything! You say it like I'm MAKING you spank me!"
"You are. By misbehaving. I thought a girl at your age would be polite, do her chores, and at least wear underwear. But no. You're a brat, and you get treated like a brat. And that means a spanking. I don't want to spank you and neither does Jane, but you bring it upon yourself, and right now I've got to do the job. Let's see if I've done it right." With that, Marsha held her hand up to Michelle's red ass, feeling it. "It's red, but I don't feel the heat. Not quite warm. So we're not done." Michelle groaned. "Stand up," was the command.
Michelle stood up as told, standing while covering her crotch. Her short shorts fell to her feet. Marsha stood up and walked into Jane's room, coming back with a hairbrush. Michelle's heart fell to her feet. That little fucker hurt.
"Okay, now how do I want to do this...?" Marsha pondered. For a second she looked around the room as Michelle stood nervously. "Well first, take off your shorts." Michelle hesitantly stepped out of her shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down, and picked them up and handed them to Marsha, who tossed them on the coffee table. "Now bend over and touch the coffee table. And stick your ass out."
Michelle bent over and touched the coffee table, ass out. Marsha stood next to her, resting the brush on her ass.
"Now... I know Jane likes to go by number of spanks. I heard the very first night you moved in, she gave you 1000?"
"..yes..."
"That's intense. And on night 1, no less? No surprise you're still getting spanked. Now I don't like to do set numbers of spanks. I like to go by time. I'm thinking we do 10-15 minutes with the brush. Maybe see what happens after." Michelle groaned,
"Ughhh."
"Complaining? I can always do an hour, hour and a half with the brush?"
"NOOOO!"
"So 10-15 minutes is fine? Because we could always do an hour. I've got nothing planned today."
"Yes it's fine it's fine!"
"Okay. Let's start."
WHACK! Right on the left cheek with the brush. Michelle leaned forward a little.
"Ohh!" WHACK! on the right.
Suddenly, it became an epic spank-a-thon, almost as if Jane was the one holding the brush. Marsha went spank happy, spanking hard and fast on Michelle's poor, red ass. Michelle screamed, yelped, and held on tight as the minutes passed.
SPANK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
Back and forth, over and over, Michelle struggled to maintain her position. However, she couldn't hold the tears anymore - by minute 4, she was crying. But that didn't stop Marsha - she delivered that hairbrush to Michelle's rear end for another 10 minutes, which felt like an eternity.
By the end of the hairbrushing, Michelle was sobbing and her face cheeks were tear-stained. Her butt cheeks? Redder than red, and burning hot. Marsha put the brush down and put her hand up to Michelle's ass and felt the heat coming off.
"Ooohhh... nice and hot. I WAS going to do maybe a half hour with a paddle..." Michelle interjected by letting out a loud sob, "..but I think you've had enough. For now, at least. Now, go do your chores. The list is on the counter. And if they're not done by 5 pm when I get back, consider yourself over my knee for an hour. Understand?"
Michelle stood up, rubbing her ass, and nodded in fright.
"Good," replied Marsha. Marsha put the brush away and was out of the apartment in 10 minutes. Michelle held her burning ass for a few minutes, finishing up crying. That was ridiculous and painful. Michelle wasn't sure how much longer she could take.
5 PM came, and Marsha stepped in the door. The whole apartment was cleaned up and done. She walked in and found Michelle stepping out of her bedroom, showered and dressed in a pink top and blue jean shorts.
"Very nice," Marsha commented. "I see my warming of your ass this morning got the job done."
"..yes..." Michelle answered.
"Come here," was the command. In fright, Michelle walked over, praying this wasn't leading to another spanking. "Drop your shorts."
"Why?"
"I want to inspect my handiwork from this morning." Michelle reluctantly unbuttoned her jean shorts and lowered them a little. Marsha walked behind her and pulled the jean shorts down all the way, exposing red panties. "At least we're wearing underwear now," Marsha commented, as she pulled them down. Michelle's ass was a light tint of red, with no more heat radiating off of it. "Very good."
Michelle pulled her panties and shorts back up.
That night around 9, Jane walked in the door. Michelle and Marsha were watching TV on the couch - Marsha was sitting, Michelle was lying on her stomach.
"I'm back!"
The two got up and walked over to greet her. Michelle couldn't believe she was feeling it, but she was actually HAPPY to see Jane.
"Welcome back!"
"How was it?!"
"It went well. The company is saved and I've been promoted to head of marketing. Quite a success! How was your weekend?" Michelle gulped,
"It was alright." Jane nodded.
"I see." She looked at Marsha. "Any trouble?"
"Not much. I had to spank her twice."
"Twice!? For what?!"
"Well last night she showed up with an unannounced friend and was rude, and this morning she refused to do her chores and wasn't even wearing underwear!"
"Really?"
"Unfortunately. But don't worry, I took care of it. Her bottom was redder than an apple on Christmas Day."
"Thank you, Marsha."
"Anytime. But I've got to get going. Welcome back, and goodnight." She turned to Michelle. "Stay out of trouble. Wear underwear." With that, Marsha took her bag and was out the door. The psycho was gone. Michelle felt relieved.
"TWO spankings? I was gone for a day and a half!"
"I'm sorry, I ju-"
"And you weren't wearing underwear?!"
"I sleep commando!"
"Unacceptable. I want a classy roommate living in the same apartment as me. From now on, you'll receive random underwear checks."
"Are you serious?"
"Very serious. Appropriate clothing is important. And if you don't have underwear on, you know what you'll get, right?" Michelle just felt defeated.
"..yes..."
"Good, and for the trouble you put Marsha through, it's the same thing you're going to get right now."
"Wha?" Michelle watched in horror as Jane walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Come here and bare your bottom."
Michelle went to bed with an incredibly sore ass that night. Poor Michelle.
That night, Michelle slept in a blue T-shirt, green PJ short shorts, and a red, burning bottom. That was the hardest spanking she'd ever received - and living with Jane, she got plenty of them. The next morning at around 9:30, she got up and lazily walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. She didn't have her internship on weekends, so her plan was simple: eat fast and get the hell out before Marsha could spank her.
However, like most of Michelle's ideas, this didn't exactly pan out like she wanted.
Michelle managed to lightly sit at the table eating a bowl of Corn Flakes when Marsha entered the room, already showered and dressed for the day. Michelle ate breakfast in silence as Marsha started making coffee. The elder started the conversation,
"Starting the day off right before your chores, huh?"
"What?" Michelle asked, gulping down the spoonful of flakes.
"Your chores. You've gotta vacuum, mop, and sweep the apartment and do laundry."
"Uh, I'm going out today."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I'm going out today. The apartment can be cleaned later. Besides, Jane never told me about any ch-"
"No, you'll be cleaning the apartment today. There's a list of chores for you to do."
"According to who?"
"According to me."
"I don't have to do chores because YOU tell me to. YOU don't live here."
"No, but I AM in charge. And there's chores. Now finish breakfast and start cleaning. It's a busy workload ahead of you." Michelle stood up in defiance.
"NO. I'm NOT doing chores. I'm leaving." She started to storm to her bedroom, but Marsha grabbed her by the arm. Michelle tried pulling away, but Marsha held on tight.
"Go ahead, you can leave, but you're not coming back 'til Jane gets home. I hope you can find somewhere to stay until then. Jane actually let me know last night she might be away a few days longer than normal."
"I LIVE here. You can't victimize me!"
"I'm currently acting as head of the apartment, and what I say goes. Now, do you plan on walking out? If so, take everything with you." Michelle stopped struggling to get away and just stood there, almost defeated.
"No... I'm not."
"That's what I thought. So you'll be doing your chores today."
"..yes."
"Okay. Now let's go." Marsha started dragging Michelle towards the couch. Oh no. Shit. Michelle started struggling again,
"Nooo!"
"Yes. You're going to be punished for disobedience and acting like a brat."
"No no no!" Marsha got to the couch and started sitting down as Michelle tried pulling away. Unfortunately, Marsha held on tight.
"Yes yes yes. Now stop acting childish before I make things much worse."
"Worse?"
"Yes. I can make things a hell of a lot worse for you than they already are. Now behave yourself and stop acting like a baby." Michelle stopped struggling for fear that her predicament could somehow become even worse, and stood there in fright. Marsha let go, "Alright. You know what to do."
Michelle nervously climbed over Marsha's lap letting her ass stick up, ready for the punishment. Marsha didn't immediately begin the spanking -instead, she rested two fingers on the waistband of Michelle's lime green short-shorts.
"I'm not sure why these are still up. You should know by now that ALL spankings are on your bare ass, and when I said you were gonna be punished, the first thing you should have done was pulled 'em down." With that she put her hands on the waistband to pull 'em down, but Michelle grabbed on tight.
"Noo! You spanked me so hard on my bare butt last night! It still hurts. Can't you just spank me on my shorts?"
"I don't think so," and Marsha tried pulling the shorts off, but Michelle held on tight. "Let go," she demanded.
"You spanked me too hard last night! At least spank me on just my shorts!"
"Spankings are SUPPOSED to hurt, Michelle. And you're getting a spanking right now whether or not you like it. And if you don't knock it off, I'll spank you until you can't sit down. Now move your hand." Michelle slowly retracted her hand as Marsha rubbed her still-covered ass. "Well, I DID spank you pretty hard last night, maybe I'll just punish you on your panties..." Michelle gulped.
At that, Marsha slipped her thumbs into Michelle's green PJ short shorts and began pushing them down exposing, not panties, but a bare ass that still had a little tint of red. When the shorts were just below Michelle's ass cheeks, Marsha stopped and saw that the ass in her lap was bare. She then checked inside the shorts and saw they were empty.
"...or you're not wearing any. Looks like I'll be punishing you on your bare ass anyway, AND not wearing any underwear gets you extra punishment."
"WHAT?"
"You walk around not wearing panties like some tramp?"
"I slept commando last night because it hurt so bad! I wasn't planning on leaving the house like this!"
"It's a shame, a young girl like you walking around with no panties on. Now you're gonna get spanked longer and harder." Michelle's heart dropped as Marsha slapped her left ass cheek quite hard.
"OW!" Marsha returned to the green PJ short shorts located right underneath the spankee's ass, and lowered them to around her knees. She then returned to the ass in her lap, white by nature but red by punishment. And right now it was still faintly red, minus the spank it just got. Marsha gave a rub to the bottom.
"It's a little red still... but I'll be much redder when I'm done, trust me."
Michelle held her head down and groaned in fear/distraught as Marsha started the spanking. Unlike last night's spanking, she spanked quite fast - the left cheek would barely be done jiggling before the right cheek was joining it in it's punishment dance. Not as fast as Jane would spank, the mile-a-minute spank style, but pretty fast-paced.
Michelle groaned and sput out "OUCH!" as Marsha went back and forth on Michelle's slight bubble butt, alternating between the cheeks, slowly getting it redder. Minutes passed, and with 2-3 spanks per second, Michelle's ass was starting to glow and sting more than ever. Michelle occasionally kicked her legs as Marsha delivered the non-stop spanking - it hurt.
After a few minutes, Marsha stopped, giving the red, stinging bottom a little rub.
"It's a shame," she began, followed by a hard spank that made Michelle yelp, "that a girl like you, in her 20s for god's sake, is getting a spanking. I'd be embarrassed if I were you." Spank! Michelle answered,
"YOU'RE the one spanking me! I AM embarrassed, but it's a shame that you and Jane like to spank me!"
"You think I WANT to spank you?" Marsha asked, delivering a swat to each cheek that made the spankee scream. "You think I want to spend time that I could be using to do other things to discipline a brat like you? No. I want to be out right now. But I have to be here with you over my knee, bare ass ripe to get spanked."
"Well then stop spanking me! I'm not making you do anything! You say it like I'm MAKING you spank me!"
"You are. By misbehaving. I thought a girl at your age would be polite, do her chores, and at least wear underwear. But no. You're a brat, and you get treated like a brat. And that means a spanking. I don't want to spank you and neither does Jane, but you bring it upon yourself, and right now I've got to do the job. Let's see if I've done it right." With that, Marsha held her hand up to Michelle's red ass, feeling it. "It's red, but I don't feel the heat. Not quite warm. So we're not done." Michelle groaned. "Stand up," was the command.
Michelle stood up as told, standing while covering her crotch. Her short shorts fell to her feet. Marsha stood up and walked into Jane's room, coming back with a hairbrush. Michelle's heart fell to her feet. That little fucker hurt.
"Okay, now how do I want to do this...?" Marsha pondered. For a second she looked around the room as Michelle stood nervously. "Well first, take off your shorts." Michelle hesitantly stepped out of her shorts, leaving her naked from the waist down, and picked them up and handed them to Marsha, who tossed them on the coffee table. "Now bend over and touch the coffee table. And stick your ass out."
Michelle bent over and touched the coffee table, ass out. Marsha stood next to her, resting the brush on her ass.
"Now... I know Jane likes to go by number of spanks. I heard the very first night you moved in, she gave you 1000?"
"..yes..."
"That's intense. And on night 1, no less? No surprise you're still getting spanked. Now I don't like to do set numbers of spanks. I like to go by time. I'm thinking we do 10-15 minutes with the brush. Maybe see what happens after." Michelle groaned,
"Ughhh."
"Complaining? I can always do an hour, hour and a half with the brush?"
"NOOOO!"
"So 10-15 minutes is fine? Because we could always do an hour. I've got nothing planned today."
"Yes it's fine it's fine!"
"Okay. Let's start."
WHACK! Right on the left cheek with the brush. Michelle leaned forward a little.
"Ohh!" WHACK! on the right.
Suddenly, it became an epic spank-a-thon, almost as if Jane was the one holding the brush. Marsha went spank happy, spanking hard and fast on Michelle's poor, red ass. Michelle screamed, yelped, and held on tight as the minutes passed.
SPANK!
WHACK!
SMACK!
Back and forth, over and over, Michelle struggled to maintain her position. However, she couldn't hold the tears anymore - by minute 4, she was crying. But that didn't stop Marsha - she delivered that hairbrush to Michelle's rear end for another 10 minutes, which felt like an eternity.
By the end of the hairbrushing, Michelle was sobbing and her face cheeks were tear-stained. Her butt cheeks? Redder than red, and burning hot. Marsha put the brush down and put her hand up to Michelle's ass and felt the heat coming off.
"Ooohhh... nice and hot. I WAS going to do maybe a half hour with a paddle..." Michelle interjected by letting out a loud sob, "..but I think you've had enough. For now, at least. Now, go do your chores. The list is on the counter. And if they're not done by 5 pm when I get back, consider yourself over my knee for an hour. Understand?"
Michelle stood up, rubbing her ass, and nodded in fright.
"Good," replied Marsha. Marsha put the brush away and was out of the apartment in 10 minutes. Michelle held her burning ass for a few minutes, finishing up crying. That was ridiculous and painful. Michelle wasn't sure how much longer she could take.
5 PM came, and Marsha stepped in the door. The whole apartment was cleaned up and done. She walked in and found Michelle stepping out of her bedroom, showered and dressed in a pink top and blue jean shorts.
"Very nice," Marsha commented. "I see my warming of your ass this morning got the job done."
"..yes..." Michelle answered.
"Come here," was the command. In fright, Michelle walked over, praying this wasn't leading to another spanking. "Drop your shorts."
"Why?"
"I want to inspect my handiwork from this morning." Michelle reluctantly unbuttoned her jean shorts and lowered them a little. Marsha walked behind her and pulled the jean shorts down all the way, exposing red panties. "At least we're wearing underwear now," Marsha commented, as she pulled them down. Michelle's ass was a light tint of red, with no more heat radiating off of it. "Very good."
Michelle pulled her panties and shorts back up.
That night around 9, Jane walked in the door. Michelle and Marsha were watching TV on the couch - Marsha was sitting, Michelle was lying on her stomach.
"I'm back!"
The two got up and walked over to greet her. Michelle couldn't believe she was feeling it, but she was actually HAPPY to see Jane.
"Welcome back!"
"How was it?!"
"It went well. The company is saved and I've been promoted to head of marketing. Quite a success! How was your weekend?" Michelle gulped,
"It was alright." Jane nodded.
"I see." She looked at Marsha. "Any trouble?"
"Not much. I had to spank her twice."
"Twice!? For what?!"
"Well last night she showed up with an unannounced friend and was rude, and this morning she refused to do her chores and wasn't even wearing underwear!"
"Really?"
"Unfortunately. But don't worry, I took care of it. Her bottom was redder than an apple on Christmas Day."
"Thank you, Marsha."
"Anytime. But I've got to get going. Welcome back, and goodnight." She turned to Michelle. "Stay out of trouble. Wear underwear." With that, Marsha took her bag and was out the door. The psycho was gone. Michelle felt relieved.
"TWO spankings? I was gone for a day and a half!"
"I'm sorry, I ju-"
"And you weren't wearing underwear?!"
"I sleep commando!"
"Unacceptable. I want a classy roommate living in the same apartment as me. From now on, you'll receive random underwear checks."
"Are you serious?"
"Very serious. Appropriate clothing is important. And if you don't have underwear on, you know what you'll get, right?" Michelle just felt defeated.
"..yes..."
"Good, and for the trouble you put Marsha through, it's the same thing you're going to get right now."
"Wha?" Michelle watched in horror as Jane walked over to the couch and sat down.
"Come here and bare your bottom."
Michelle went to bed with an incredibly sore ass that night. Poor Michelle.