Roommate From Hell Part XVII

From Smoking Green to Smoking Red Part III

 Bernice stormed into her apartment with Michelle slowly trailing behind her, shutting and locking the door once they were both inside. The older woman immediately took a seat on the chair in the middle of the living room and the younger woman immediately stood in front of her.

“Put your hands on your head,” Bernice commanded.

“You have broken the law. You have brought drugs to this safe place again, and lied, not only to a doctor, but to your current discipliner, about being sick. You are going to be quite a sorry young lady.”

“Bernice. Please listen to me. I-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re not going to talk your way out of your punishment. So let’s get going. C’mon. You know what to do.” With that, Bernice tugged down a bit on the side of Michelle’s khakis. “I shouldn’t even have to tell you since we’ve done this part twice. If you’re getting punished by me again, and clearly that might be the case going forward if Jane and Marsha trust me to discipline you, we’re setting a precedent now. You come in here, and I’ll be sitting in this chair. You take off your shoes and your socks and you leave them by the couch. You take off your pants. You take off your underwear. You put those on the couch, then put your hands on your head and stand before me. Do you understand?” Michelle gulped and nodded, on the verge of tears. “Good. Now let’s go. Naked from the waist down.” However Michelle couldn’t even move her hands when an unfamiliar voice called out, scaring her and making her freeze.

“Bernice? That you?” 

“Yeah Bess, it’s me,” Bernice responded. 

From one of the bedrooms came an older black woman. She was about old as Carol, but quite heavy - about 270-280 pounds with a little muscle on her. She had short curly grey hair and glasses and was wearing a red house dress. 

“Hey Bernice I came over for dinner if you don’t mind. Who’s this?”

“Hi Bess. Michelle, this is my mother in law Bess. Bess, this is Michelle. The pot girl.”

“Ah I see, the girl you gave a switching to,” Bess said as she got closer. Michelle could not believe it.

“Yep. And here she is. Needing to be punished. Again.”

“Is that so? Where’s her roommate? Why are you doing it?”

“Her roommate is sick. Apparently the switching and the spanking she got just weren’t enough, so this brat came home with a pot brownie today.”

“Oh no no no. We can’t have that.”

“Mhm. Pot again! To the apartment building where my CHILD lives! So her roommate sends her to me to be punished which I’m more than happy to do, and THEN the brat lies about being sick to get out of it!”

“Oooh no. That upsets me so much that *I* want to spank her! I remember when my boy used to play sick to get out of something. Especially for a punishment? I’d tan his behind even harder. Boy wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.”

“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Jane loaned me some things to use to make sure Michelle goes home with a VERY sore and punished ass.”

“I see…” Bess said, examining the implements on the table. She picked up the cane and looked at it before putting it down. Michelle stood there in silence, scared of what was to happen next. “This looks like it’ll be harder than a switch. These oughta do the trick. Seems like she’s deserved a good hard spanking. I’m just as furious at her as you are, especially knowing this is the second time. But don’t let me get in the way. Do what you have to do. That is, if you don’t mind if I sit around and observe.”

“Not at all.”

“Good. She’s she’s lucky she’s going over your lap and not mine. I’ve got a stronger hand than you and I tolerate drugs and LYING even less.”

“Hmm… you know Bess, I haven’t been able to breathe since I got home. I had to give Michelle here a full check up in my home office to prove she wasn’t sick. I gave her her flu shot, gave her an enema, and did a dental check up. I haven’t even eaten lunch.”

“Well Bernice why don’t you eat a little something while I take care of this little brat?” Michelle’s eyes went wide. 

“You know that’s a good idea. You can start her off while I get undone from work. And if it’s easier you could spank her on the couch instead of this chair.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Bess concurred. “Why are her hands on her head like that?”

“Marsha made sure to have Michelle keep her hands on her head when she wasn’t getting spanked. Especially when her pants were down, so she couldn’t rub her butt or cover anything. I liked that strategy so I employ it. Though Michelle WAS about to prepare herself…”

“Prepare herself?”

“Take off her pants and underwear before I started spanking her.”

“Not to worry; I’ve got it covered for now.” Bess grabbed Michelle by her left ear and walked the wincing girl over to the couch while Bernice stood up and put her chair back under the kitchen table. 

“Ow ow ow! I don’t want to be spanked by her!” Michelle cried as she was taken away. 

“It doesn't matter what you want,” Bernice said coldly. “Bess free to use any of the implements, except maybe the cane. I’m saving that for last.”

“That’s good thinking. I think I might just use my hand though. But if that’s not enough I’ll use something else.” 

“That works. If you want, I can get you my hairbrush if you feel necessary.”

“Nooo-ooo,” Michelle pouted.

“Michelle are you really in a position to be saying no? That we’re doing this and NOT calling the police; you should be thanking us,” Bernice said, annoyed at Michelle’s whines.

“You know, maybe get me that brush please Bernice.”

“Of course.” Bernice left the room and Bess sat down on the center of the couch with Michelle standing nervously before her. 

“Over my lap,” Bess invited. Surprised that for the first time in years she was going over a lap with her pants on, Michelle bit the bullet and took her position laying on the couch over the old lady’s lap. Bess continued, “It might say something about your behavior that I don’t even know you and I’m so angry with you that I’m about to whoop your bottom.”

“I wasn’t going to smoke the joint OR eat the brownie, my coworker gave them to me,” Michelle tried to defend herself.

“Young lady I’ve been around the block a time or two. I wasn’t born yesterday. I have three children and five grandchildren. Anyone sounds like a perfect angel when they’re about to be punished. Especially they’re already over a knee.”

Bernice walked back in with the wooden hairbrush and a belt, placing them on the coffee table before Bess with the other implements.

“I’m about to go get changed. But Michelle, you see Bess is older. We JUST had this discussion. You’re really going to leave it up to her to bare you?” Bernice asked. Michelle gritted her teeth at this.

“Bare her?”

“Bess, of course. She’s not gotten spanked over her pants at all. She was switched on her bare ass and spanked here again on her bare ass. You know how to punish someone.”

“You’re right, I just figured since she’s a stranger, it’d be weird for me to spank her bare.”

“Not at all. That’s how I found her, that’s how I continued to punish her and aim to continue. Her roommate allows it and is aware of it. She’s not going to feel it and experience it right if her butt is protected by pants. Of course if you feel more comfortable spanking her on her pants or panties…”

“No no. You’re right about not wanting to do it over pants, I just wasn’t sure about being allowed to spank her bare. But if you say so,” Bernice stuck her thumbs into the waist of Michelle’s khakis to push them down but they didn’t go anywhere as they were buttoned. “I can’t take them down this way. Get up.”

Michelle quickly stood up and stood before Bess. “Come on, let’s go. Bare butt. Take off your pants,” Bess commanded. Michelle, annoyed that she almost got away with a non bare spanking, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down to her ankles in a huff, kicking them off and kicking them to the side. “Underwear off too,” Bess instructed. Michelle pulled her underwear down to her ankles, covering up her groin immediately as she kicked her panties off and next to her pants. 

“Come on back over my lap,” Bess said, patting her lap. Michelle let out a little whine as she climbed back over the old woman’s lap, leaving her feet on the floor and her top half on the couch. 

“Good. I’m going to go get changed and freshen up.”

“Take your time, Michelle’s not going anywhere. We’ve got a lot of work to do on this behind,” Bess said, still inspecting and rubbing Michelle’s exposed bubbly white cheeks. With that, Bess began spanking. 

She began a steady pace, alternating hard and swift smacks across both cheeks. Michelle let out little screams and “ows” of pain as the grandmother began warming her behind. Bernice walked into her bedroom and shut the door as her mother in law punished the non smoker. 

Bess kept a steady rhythm, going back and forth across the cheeks. She wasn’t rushing, but she wasn’t slow. And each smack was filled with more force than the last, and more than Michelle expected from an elderly woman. 

For minutes, the sounds filled the room. SMACK! “Ow!” SMACK! “Ouch!” SMACK! “Ah!” After a few moments Michelle began fidgeting a bit. Noticing that, Bess slapped the top of her right thigh. 

“OW!” Michelle cried. 

“Stay still and get comfortable,” Bess warned, smacking her on the left butt cheek. “It takes my daughter in law about a half hour to do what she’s gotta do, and that’s before she eats anything. You’re gonna be over my lap for a bit.” SMACK! SMACK!

“Ouch!”

“And all this fussing around is just with my hand. I haven’t even gotten to the brush yet. And you know Bernice is going to use that cane. So stop all this moving around when this is the lightest your punishment is going to be.”

Bess returned to spanking and again Michelle fidgeted. “Stay still. If you stay in my lap, I’ll just spank your butt. If you wanna wiggle around, I’ll work on your thighs too. And maybe even your palms or your feet. So what’s it gonna be, dear?” SMACK!

“Ow! Just my butt! Please!”

“Alright,” SMACK! “Then stay still. I don’t like a moving target.”

“Ow! Please don’t call my ass a target…”

“Young lady are you telling your elder, especially one punishing you, what to do?” SMACK!

“Ow! I, no, I just…”

“It’s bad enough to be here getting spanked for bringing home drugs twice. But to have an attitude?” SMACK! “Maybe Bernice was right and I should use something harder. I wanted to focus on just my hand and finish with the brush, but we should start the brush early.”

“No m’am, please.”

“Again with the no. Stand up, missy.” SMACK! Michelle quickly stood up and covered her groin with her hands. “Pass me the hairbrush now.” Michelle fought every instinct she had to not do it and used her right hand to pass the hairbrush off the coffee table to Bess while keeping her left hand on her groin. “Good. Now back over.” Michelle again fought every voice in her head that screamed “NO!” and climbed back on the the couch and over Bess’ lap.  

Bess rubbed the back of the wooden hairbrush around Michelle’s pink butt cheeks. 

“A little pink already. But as I’ve told my children when they were younger and as I’ll tell you now, as a grown woman, when it comes to punishment, the redder the better. We don’t stop at pink and stingy, we go to red and sore. The bad news is we’re still a bit away from red and sore. The good news is we have quite a lot of time to get there and plenty of tools to help. So let’s begin.” 

SMACK! SMACK! across both cheeks.

“OWWW!” Michelle squeezed her eyes closed and gripped the side of the couch and clenched her cheeks together. 

“Stay still,” warned Bess. “This is only the start of how much it’s going to hurt. I warned you I’m old but I’m strong.” She patted the brush down on the lower left butt cheek, which Michelle was still clenching. “Unclench your butt. Stick it out. You need to feel every hit.” Michelle slowly unclenched and Bess patted the brush again on the left lower cheek where the first brush hit landed, and again Michelle instinctively clenched. “Michelle, unclench. No clenching your cheeks in. Behind all the way out. If I have to warn you again, it’s the cane. Which you’re going to get anyway, but I’ll give it to you early. That’s your final warning.”

Michelle immediately unclenched. Again, Bess brought the brush down to where she wanted to strike, and Michelle fought every urge to pull her cheeks in at risk of getting caned. “Much better.”  With that came a swift smack of the brush back in that spot. 

“OUCH!”

Bess began another steady pace across the cheeks with hard smacks of the brush. Michelle let out a loud yelp or scream with just about each hit. The brush was unforgiving as Bess warmed up Michelle’s butt, making the pink glow even stronger. Michelle had been spanked 1000 times before, probably 600 of those times involving a brush, and each time it hurt like the first time. No matter how often or severely she got spanked, it was always just as bad as the first time. And it didn’t help that the woman spanking her she’d only met a few minutes prior. 

The minutes passed agonizingly slow as Bess kept the spanking going at a pace that wasn’t too fast but wasn’t too slow. Michelle fought her hardest to keep her butt pushed out so the old woman could spank it properly, but the pain made it hard. 

After a long 15 minutes of continuous spanking, Bess stopped. Michelle was trying her hardest not to cry. Her butt was quite sore, and the middle to lower half of her butt cheeks were a light red. Bess put the brush on the small of Michelle’s back and began rubbing her butt. 

“How’s it feel?”

“It hurts.”

“Mhm. But whose fault is that?”

“Mine…” Michelle said, putting her head down. She didn’t agree, but she knew that was what the granny wanted to hear.

“Yep. You did this to yourself. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but even though you’re starting to get red and sore… Bernice is going to want to use those other 3 on you. So this is just the warm up. And I thought of something else I could use. Stand up.”

Michelle stood up and stretched her back before starting to rub her sore butt with her left hand and cover her groin with the right hand. “Now now, I think my daughter in law said your hands are supposed to be on your head, aren’t they?” Bess asked. Michelle’s nostrils flared and she squeezed her eyes shut before she stopped what she was doing and put her hands atop her ahead.  Bess stood up, placing the brush down on the coffee table and heading for the kitchen. Michelle watched in fear as Bess opened one of the drawers and pulled out the dreaded wooden spoon and headed back for her. Bernice took her seat back on the couch and pat her lap. 

“Back over.”

Michelle let out a whine as she took her hands down and bent back over Bess’s lap. She used her left hand to pull in Michelle by her waist closer to her stomach and her right to put the wooden spoon against her pink cheeks. 

“You ready?”

“No.”

“Hmm. Too bad.”

 Bess began spanking Michelle with the spoon. She did quick, short smacks, but the implement was enough to put Michelle in pain. Michelle let out little yelps of pain with each smack. 

“Remember no clenching,” Bess warned as she rained the wooden spoon down over and over across Michelle’s sore bottom. Michelle did her best to take the hits without clenching, exposing her full butt to the terror. The minutes passed as Bess kept spanking Michelle, doing back and forth across the cheeks and occasionally doing 4-5 smacks per before moving to the other. Michelle gripped the side of the couch and moaned and groaned in pain as she took the beating. 

After a few minutes, Bernice appeared, having changed out of her work clothes into a red tee shirt and grey sweatpants. She took a look at the scene on the couch as Bess continued the spanking. 

“Using the wooden spoon, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, the little brat here kept sassing me, so I put down the brush and picked up this spoon. I don’t think she’ll be sassing again, will you Michelle?”

“Ow, no m’am I promise!” Michelle cried. 

“That’s what I thought,” Bess answered, continuing to smack. “You want to take her now?”

“Yes I would,” Bernice said. 

“Okay,” Bess said, giving Michelle’s cheeks each one more hit before stopping. “Stand up.”

Michelle got up off Bess and instinctively put her hands on her head as Bess walked into the kitchen and put the wooden spoon in the sink. “Gonna have to wash that before using it, considering it was all over her butt.”

“Mhm,” Bernice said. She picked up the leather strap and examined it before turning to Michelle to command “Okay Michelle, now bend over the couch and stick your butt out.” Michelle did as she was told and Bernice rubbed her butt, now red because of the spoon assault.

“Now this is a step in the right direction, but not enough,” she said, standing aside and pressing the strap against her butt. Bess came back in and stood aside, watching. “Michelle you know you’re going to get all 3 implements from me, yes? The strap, the paddle, and the cane.”

“Yes m’am…” Michelle muttered. 

“You’re going to get 25 with this, then 25 with the paddle, then 25 strokes of the cane. Do you understand?”

“Yes m’am.”

“Good. Let’s begin.”

Bernice swung back and SMACK! the strap against Michelle’s butt. Michelle’s knees buckled and she went down a bit, letting out a scream.

“OUCH!”

“Back into position, now.”

Michelle quickly got back into position and took the next hit, again letting out a yell of pain.  

“You brought this on yourself, you have no one to blame besides you,” Bernice chided. SMACK! 

“OW!”

For the next 4-5 minutes Bernice used the strap on Michelle, each hit a little harder than the last, each followed by Michelle letting out a scream or cry harder than the last. Finally the 25 were done and Bernice put the strap down and inspected Michelle’s ass. It was now glowing red across her cheeks from the strap. 

“That’s a good job,” Bess commented. 

“Thanks,” Bernice said, picking up the wooden paddle. “But she’s not through yet,” Bernice pat the wooden paddle against Michelle’s cheeks, causing her to cringe in pain. “If you move out of position again, we start from 1 every time. Understand?”

“Yes m’am…”

“Good. Here we go.” 

CRACK!

“OUCH!” Michelle gripped the sides of the couch cushion, trying to stop herself from grabbing her butt. 

Onward it went. SMACK! “Ow!” CRACK! “Ouch!” WHACK! “YOWCH!” Bernice kept the paddle smacks coming as Michelle held on to the couch for dear life, taking each hit and trying to endure it. 

“You’re never gonna bring any kind of drugs here again, are you?” SMACK!

“Ouch!! No m’am!”

“Good! Cause what’ll happen?!” SMACK!

“OWWW! You’ll spank me!”

“And call the cops!” SMACK!

“OW OW OKAY I KNOW!”

After a few minutes, the paddling was over. Bernice put the paddle down and inspected Michelle’s butt again. It was hot to the touch and beet red all over. Soundly spanked. But not enough. 

“Okay Michelle. Off the couch, I want you to stand in the middle of the living room, bend over and grab your ankles,” Bernice commanded. Michelle, resisting every instinct to rub and soothe her burning behind, did as she was told. Bernice picked up the cane and pressed the business end against Michelle’s butt.

“You’re sure 25 is enough?” Bess asked. “You said she got 50 strokes of the switch.”

“She did, yes. And I WAS going to give her 100 strokes of the cane…” Michelle whimpered at this; “…but, since she already got your hand, the hairbrush, the spoon, the strap and the paddle, I’m good with 25. UNLESS Michelle moves out of position, in which case we’ll start over at one AND add 10 more every time. Do we understand?”

“Yes m’am,” Michelle whined. 

Bernice stood aside Michelle, pressed the cane against her cheeks and gave it a few light taps before swinging back and CRACK against her ass.

“FUCKKKK!” Michelle cried.

“Watch your mouth!” Bernice warned, getting the cane back into position. She gave another light tap or two before swinging back and CRACK! again.

“Christ!” Michelle cried out. She was now crying fully.

“Don’t use his name in vain,” Bess warned. Michelle gripped her ankles tight as Bernice brought back the cane back up to her ass for round 3.

As Bernice caned, Michelle held tight to her ankles to avoid falling over and avoid leaving position, crying as each stroke came even harder than the last.

After a few minutes, Bernice put her hands against Michelle’s red, striped ass.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes m’am!”

“Are you learning your lesson?”

“Yes m’am I swear!”

“Alright. That was 20. You have 5 more left. They’ll be fast and they’ll be hard. Don’t leave position.”

CRACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK!

Michelle let out huge screams and sobs with each one, the last one being the loudest and saddest. Finally, the caning was over. Bernice put the cane down and inspected Michelle’s ass. Michelle flinched as Bernice touched it, still crying from the pain.

“That is your final spanking before the cops get involved next time you decide to break the law. Do you understand me?”

“Yes m’am!”

“Good. Now go stand in the corner with your hands on your head and nose to the wall. Don’t touch your ass. Go.”

Michelle stood up, put her hands on her head instead of wiping her tears or touching her ass and ran into the corner as instructed. She stood exactly as demanded as Bernice and Bess began to cook dinner. Michelle stood in the corner, exposed and humiliated and in pain as Bernice and Bess cooked dinner.

Finally after Bess and Bernice ate, which felt like an eternity to poor Michelle, Bernice came over and sat on the couch and spoke to her while Bess cleaned up from dinner.”

“Okay come out of that corner.” Michelle turned and took her hands off her head to rub her butt. “Whoa whoa I didn’t tell you to do that. Put your hands back on your head and come here.” Michelle put her hands back on her head and went and stood before Bernice as instructed. “Turn around, let me see your ass.” Michelle turned and Bernice inspected it. “Red and sore and marked up, like it should be,” she said, rubbing the cane strokes with her finger and feeling the warmth of the cheeks. 

“We did a good job punishing you. I think Jane and Marsha would approve. Tell Jane I said thank you for letting me use her implements. And remember the deal I made with them - whenever you need your bottom warmed, I’ll be happy to help.”

“So am I,” Bess commented, walking over. 

“And I swear to god if any more drugs come home with you…”

“They won’t,” Michelle sobbed.

“Better not. Now get dressed and go home.”

Bernice finished off with a final smack of her hand to Michelle’s right butt cheek. Michelle squealed as she jumped forward and quickly put on her panties and pants, put on her shoes and rushed out of there with the implements. 

A few minutes later, Michelle reentered her apartment with the implements, hoping Jane wouldn’t be around, but unfortunately finding her sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a bag of couch drops. 

“How was it?” Jane asked.

“They punished me,” Michelle moaned, putting the 3 implements on the coffee table.

“They?”

“Bernice and her mother in law.”

“Good. Did they use all 3? You were gone an awful long while.”

“Bernice did an exam on me first. She took my temperature, gave me an enema…”

“Why?”

“I… told her I didn’t feel good.”

“You lied to her? I hope she punished you harder for that.”

“She did…”

“Good. Let me see the damage.” Michelle rolled her eyes and stood before Jane with her hands on her head. “I’m too sick to bare you myself, just show me.” 

Michelle unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her panties down, spun around and bent over. Jane inspected her butt. 

“Wow, she really punished you. How does it feel?”

“It burns.”

“Good.” Jane gave her cheek a slap and Michelle yelped. “Now go to your room. Hopefully that’s the end of this marijuana business once and for all.”

“Yes m’am.”

Michelle wandered to her room and changed to just a tee shirt and laid on her bed, holding her burning ass and crying herself to sleep hoping the pain would subside. She didn’t smoke the green, but Jane, Marsha, Bernice and Bess all smoked her ass quite red.