Lauren’s Roommates“Oh, for Pete’s sake – what now?” I ask as Rachel ap
Lauren’s Roommates“Oh, for Pete’s sake – what now?” I ask as Rachel appears at my door – just as I’m about to rub one out and shut off the light, or vice-versa. “Did you just get home?”“Uh huh,” my new roommate tells me. We took her on and promised to help her ‘do well in school’ – with a curfew on ‘school nights’, among other things.“Where’s Sammi?” I ask of my original roommate, who’s supposed to deal with this.“She just headed out for drinks with her friends,” Rachel explains.“Now? She’s got work in the morning,” I ask. Not as early as I do – but still – and this is why she’s supposed to handle it.“She had to wait for me to get home, she said…”“Wow, you’re really going to get it tomorrow, then – I’ll bet she’s not too happy with you.”“I know,” Rachel admits glumly.“And I suppose I’m supposed to deal with it tonight?”“I guess so… but… you know…”“I know what?”“Well, you know Sammi’s going to spank me tomorrow…”“Oh, boy, is she,” I comment.“So, maybe you could make it not too bad?” Rachel asks.“Sure – and then I’d get it bad from her myself!” I remind her. “I thought you didn’t really mind…”She has a point, but that’s not the point – not at the moment. “That little remark ought to cost you, young lady!” I warn her. “Out of those clothes, now!”“Aaaa… all of them?” she asks as she starts to undress.“Might as well – you’re going straight to bed when we’re all done here.” I start to help her, unbuttoning her top as she unfastens her pants and toes off her shoes. “Hurry up – I haven’t got all night. Where’s the hairbrush?” I ask as she shucks her bra (though we both know where the ‘spanking’ hairbrush is kept). “Go get it.”“Now?” she pleads, trying to cover all her nudity at once, settling on the front.“Now,” I demand, sending her to Sammi’s bathroom downstairs with a swat on her unprotected behind.When she returns she goes straight over my knee, sprawling onto the bed. Her bottom is nicely chubby and soon positioned high for easy access. It is really a joy to spank and, unfortunately for her, soft and quite sensitive, as her reaction to my hand attests.“Ow! Yeow! Not so hard, please!”“Why on Earth,” I say as I spank, “Would you get to decide… That!”“Ow!”“We have rules for a reason, you know. You broke the rule and you’re going to get spanked!”“Eh-heh,” she grunts – and I bet she wants to call me a bitch. Well, just wait! “I am getting spanked,” she insists.“No, you’re getting informed! that you’re going to be spanked. Believe me, when you’re getting spanked, you’ll know it!”Her bottom is kind of generous and it takes me awhile to get every bit of it ready. I prefer to do the very bottom by hand – not that that’s entirely an option tonight, but I do indulge myself a bit, I guess.“Down,” I say when I’m satisfied, and she slides between my legs. I pull her arms forward, over my thighs, so she can clasp her hands in front of her and resist rubbing her bottom, which by now is pretty hot.Trying to remember the best scolding of my own college days, I start with my lecture. “We’re trying to give you our help. We took the time to set up the rules – and you didn’t just agree to them, we let you have a say in making them. We make an effort to keep you on track, check in with you, encourage you to do the things you tell us you need to be doing. We might even cut you some slack – if you ask us beforehand. And we agreed that if you didn’t follow our rules, one of us would spank you and make you wish you had.“And don’t say ‘I’ve been spanked’ – that spanking didn’t make you wish for anything but more of the same! (okay, a slight exaggeration.) If I checked right now I’ll bet you’re sopping, aren’t you?”“Please, Lauren…”“I’ll take that as a yes. So for disappointing us, for betraying our trust, for not appreciating the effort we’ve made on your behalf…” I don’t know if she was getting wetter, but I was… “You are going to be spanked, tonight, right now, by me – and Sammi can deal with you tomorrow!”Back over my knee and the hairbrush this time, plenty hard right from the start, and long.“Yes, sorry, you should be sorry… no, you’d better not do it again… good, you just keep saying ‘please’ and learning your lesson…”I made sure to get everywhere, I did that first because I knew when I started on her sit-spots I wouldn’t want to stray. When the time came, I even held her bouncing cheek tight and gave her five in a row before switching sides. I may have even done that more than once or twice (evil grin). The poor girl really knew she was getting spanked! Good luck sitting on those!Oh, she howled and bawled, but she always does, just like I do… It even took her a moment or two to realize when I’d stopped – a sure sign of a good spanking. As she slid back between my legs I had a tissue handy for her to blow her nose.At first, when I was always the one getting spanked, I’d be embarrassed by not just how much it turned me on, but, um, how completely obvious it quickly became! I got over that fine, but when I delivered some spankings of my own, it seemed even more embarrassing! I’m over that now, though, and didn’t hesitate to lift the hem of my nightgown and scoot my butt forward. If I was too wet for her, she could always go back over my knee! (She didn’t.)In the end I got to sleep a few minutes after I planned, but I slept well enough to make up for it. I was out of the house the next morning when Sammi and Rachel got up, so I can’t report on that! -- source link