Roommate from Hell: Beach Day

 Beach Day

Michelle stood in front of her bedroom mirror modeling her bikini. It was a red bikini with white stripes across them, a nice design, she’d thought. She hadn’t been to the beach in 2 years and it was going to be her first time in her bathing suit. And she was going with Jane, lucky her. 

After she put on jean shorts and a yellow tee shirt, she left her room to find Jane in the kitchen, in a pink top and jean shorts. 

“Ready to go?” the older roommate asked. 

“Yep. You know Jane, I know you’re not a big fan of the beach, you don’t have to go just for my sake.”

“Nonsense Michelle! I know you’ve wanted to go for some time and I’m sorry your friends haven’t had any time this summer to go with you. I just don’t care for salt water. And I HATE the sun. Luckily I’ve got my big hat and you’ve got my sun block, yes?”

“Yep, all packed!” Michelle held up her beach bag with pride. 

“Wonderful. Let’s get going!”

An hour later Michelle and Jane pulled up to the beach. It was about 11am and mildly crowded with other beach goers. The 2 wandered across the sand looking for a good spot to set up camp. 

“How’s here?” Michelle asked, finding a vacant spot in the middle of the beach. 

“I’m not sure. I’d kind of like to be under a tree, maybe in the shade and away from other people? You know how I feel about the sun,” Jane said. 

“Yeah but you have your hat and your sun block. I want to take the sun and get a tan,” Michelle argued. 

“Well, alright.”

Jane laid out a large black blanket and the two placed their items on it and set up two beach chairs. As Jane sat down, Michelle kneeled down and started rummaging through her bag… and that’s when she noticed it. The sun block was missing. Fuck. 

She frantically searched, moving everything aside, only to come up empty. Deciding to not even mention it, she quickly zipped up the bag and stood up. 

“Well I’m gonna head down to the water,” Michelle said. 

“Can you give me my sunblock please?” Jane asked. 

“Uhh… give me a second. Let me head down and get a little wet first, it’s hot.” Without even thinking of taking off her shirt or shorts, Michelle quickly headed down to the water and, once out of Jane’s sight, hustled down the beach and up to a beachfront store. She went inside and went up to the counter. 

“Do you have any sunblock?”

“No, sorry. Fresh out unfortunately,” the cashier replied. 

“Shit.”

“Yeah, and that’s a shame because it’s gonna be a hot one today. Try not to burn.”

“I don’t think I have a say in the matter,” Michelle gulped and walked out. She looked around but there weren’t any stores within walking distance and she slowly trudged back to her blanket. 

Once she was at the blanket she found Jane sitting disgruntled and hatless. 

“Can you believe it?! A seagull came down and pulled my hat off and flew away!” Jane complained. 

“Seriously? That’s insane.”

“I know, now that’s one less thing to protect me from the sun. Luckily I have my sunblock.”

“You do?!”

“Well yeah, it’s in your bag. Can you give it to me now please?” Knowing her jig was almost up, Michelle opened her bag again and rummaged around, praying she’d see it. But she remembered clear as day that it was sitting on her dresser. And she didn’t remember ever packing it. After about a minute of moving things around and pretending to look, Michelle stopped. 

“Jane, I… I don’t see it.”

“What? But you said you packed it.”

“I… I don’t remember…”

“I asked you to make sure you brought sunblock for me, didn’t I? I told you how bad the sun affects me and that I needed sunblock, right? That was your only job and you forgot it?”

“I.. I’m sorry,”

“And you not only forgot it, you lied to me about going to the water because you clearly didn’t go in. You tried to hide the fact that you didn’t do the ONE thing I asked you to do. You’re 24, Michelle, you’re an adult! How could you be so irresponsible?” 

“I’m sorry, Jane. I bought it for you, I must’ve left it on my dresser by accident.”

“And now I don’t have my hat either, and you shrugged off sitting in the shade. Now look,” Jane pointed towards the nearby spot under the tree, empty when they arrived, now filled with bathers. “The shady spots I asked for are gone because you HAD to have this spot in the sun.”

“Jane, I told you you didn’t have to come!”

“I offered to come with you as a friend since you didn’t want to come alone, and the one thing I asked you to do for me you couldn’t be bothered to treat as important. And now you’re getting nasty with me? Well if I have to burn, so do you.” 

“Jane,”

“Not another word. Drop your shorts.”

“Jane, please!”

“If I have to ask again, we’ll take this issue home where I have a paddle and a cane we can use. Or we can take care of it here. Your call. Drop your shorts.”

Michelle pouted as she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and pulled them down to her knees. 

“Over my lap,” came the next command. Michelle did as she was told, positioning her bottom in Jane’s lap and praying she didn’t do what she knew she’d do next. And her prayers went unanswered as Michelle felt the terrifying familiar tingle up her spine that came as she felt Jane’s bony, cold thumbs slide underneath her bikini bottoms and began pushing them down. Michelle flung her hand back to stop her, pulling them back up. 

“Wait please Jane, we’re in public.”

“Has that ever stopped you from getting spanked?”

“No, but-“

“And how do I spank every time?”

“…on my bare butt.”

“Yes. So move your hand.”

“But can’t you just do it on my bikini? Just this once?”

“Michelle. I don’t care if we’re home, the beach, I don’t care who’s here. It could be your parents, your boyfriend, the president. When I spank you, it’s on your bare cheeks. No panty covering. No wedgie. Everything comes down. Now stop this fussing and move your hand.” Michelle whined and moved her hand back up front as Jane pulled her bikini bottoms down to her knees. 

“Do we HAVE to do it here?”

“You wanted to stay in this spot, so here we stay.” Jane rubbed Michelle’s butt a bit as Michelle kept her head down in embarrassment, hoping no one looked their way. “I haven’t spanked you in a good long while. Marsha and Bernice have been dealing with you for a bit. But let me get reacquainted with your bottom.” 

Jane began slapping Michelle’s butt, going back and forth across her cheeks one spank per. Michelle cringed and moaned from the pain and the embarrassment as Jane did short, sharp spanks across her ass. 

“It’s been a while, but once again here you are. Back over my lap. You just can’t seem to stay off of it.”

“Ow ow, I don’t -ouch!- want to be here - Ow!”

“Well, the sooner you grow up and start being mature and responsible, the sooner you’ll stop being in this position. Until then, shush.”

Jane continued her spanking, Michelle’s cheeks growing light pink to start matching the red cheeks on her face. She gripped the beach towel to try and hold on to something as Jane paraded a long row of smacks to her behind. 

After 2-3 minutes, Michelle’s flip-flop covered feet were kicking. Jane took notice and stopped. 

“Lift up your feet,” she commanded. Michelle obliged, confused. Jane slid the flip flop off her left foot and brought it to Michelle’s bottom, and began smacking her with the bottom of the flip flop. 

“Ow! OW!” Michelle cried as she got spanked with her own flip flop. 

“Two years later and I’m still finding new ways to punish you…” Jane chuckled, spanking hard with the flip flop. Michelle’s cheeks began to glow red as Jane brought the flip flop back across cheeks for some hard merciless slaps. 

After a few minutes of slaps and “ouch!”es and “ow!”s, a young couple walked by and saw the sight of Michelle being punished. They stopped and looked confused. Jane noticed and looked at them, not stopping the spanking. 

“She was a bad girl and earned a punishment,” she explained. The couple laughed and walked away. Michelle went even redder in the face than she thought possible. She then looked up and saw that people all over the beach were taking notice and either staring at her and Jane or telling others to look. There had to be at least two dozen people, all strangers, and their eyes were on her getting spanked. 

“Jane, OW! everyone’s watching!” she cried. 

“And?” Jane asked, not caring and continuing the spanking. 

“Jane, ow! I don’t want people - yowch!- to see this! What if there’s kids?! Ahh! Or someone reports us for public indecency? Ohhh ouch!?”

“Not gonna happen, this is an adults only beach. I wasn’t taking a chance on going to a beach where there might be disgusting children running around. So don’t you worry. I’m not getting in trouble, unlike you.”

Jane continued spanking for another minute, Michelle moaning and whining as people looked at her and chuckled. 

Finally Jane put the flip flop down and began rubbing Michelle’s red, sore butt. 

“Are we done?” Michelle asked hopefully. 

“No, not quite. Take off your shorts and your shirt. Pull up your bottoms and go down to the water. Go in the water, lower your bottoms, pull them up and come right back.” 

“Jane…”

“Now.” Jane followed up her command with another smack to Michelle’s ass. 

“Ow!” Michelle got off Jane’s lap on to her knees and pulled her bikini bottom back up, tenderly pulling it over her sore butt. She then stood up and kicked off her other flip flop before taking off her shirt and shorts. 

She slowly headed to the water, trying to look straight at it and not at the people to her left and right who we’re watching her. She felt immense pressure - like every eye on the beach was on her. 

 Michelle reached the water and slowly but surely walked into the ocean, noticing a few people to the side were looking at her and giggling. She tries to ignore them as she got waist deep into the water. Michelle rolled up with the waves, and once she was out to the point floating past any onlookers, she did as she was told - she quickly took the side of her bikini bottoms and pulled them down, held them there for a second and pulled them back up. 

After a few moments she swam back to sea and did the long walk of shame up the beach back to Jane. Again, she felt the eyes of the world watching her with bated breath to see what would come next. And as Michelle got to Jane, she noticed in her hand was her wooden hairbrush. Michelle went wide eyed and shook her head no, while Jane nodded yes. 

“Yes, Michelle. I brought this for my hair, but as always it’ll serve good use on your behind.”

“But Jane-“

“Michelle, you knew what you had to do. You were irresponsible and you lied about it. You more than earned this punishment. Do you disagree?” Michelle looked away sheepishly. 

“No.”

“Good. Now we’re going to deal with this now, lest we go home and deal with it with much tougher implements at my disposal, yes?”

“…yes.”

“And how do I spank?”

“…hard.”

“Yes, but no. On your bikini bottom?”

“…no. On my bare butt.”

“Good. Now drop your bottoms and get your bottom over my lap.”

Michelle, still observing the onlookers watch to see her next move, satisfied all their curiosities as dropped down on to her knees, lowered her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and bent over Jane’s lap again. Jane patted the pink, wet bottom. 

“You know, wet makes it hurt more,” Jane commented. 

“What?”

SMACK! went Jane’s hairbrush on Michelle’s left cheek. 

“YOWCH!” she cried, not expecting the sting. 

“Mhm…” Jane rubbed the brush on Michelle’s right butt cheek. SMACK! 

“OW!” Michelle kicked her leg up.

“Keep still. Did you think I had you go to the water and wet your ass to cool it down? No! The wetter it is, the tighter the skin, the harder the spank.” SMACK!

“OW OW!”

“Now, I asked you to get SPF 100 to protect me from burn and you forgot it. So since I don’t have SPF 100 to stop the burn… I think you’ll get 100 with my hairbrush to get some burn.” Michelle let out a whine. “You deserve this. If you whine I can give you 100 on each cheek. Is that what you want?” SMACK SMACK SMACK

“OW OW NO JANE!”

“So 100 is fine?”

“YES!”

“Good. Here we go.”

Jane began her assault. She did hard, swift smacks of the brush across Michelle’s cheeks, two per cheek before moving on. Michelle gripped the towel and whined and moaned - Jane was right, having her ass be soaking wet made it hurt way more. As she spanked, Michelle’s ass went from pink to having red splotches slowly grow across the areas where she hit. Michelle struggled to keep her legs down, but by the 50th spank she was kicking and crying. Jane stopped when she noticed. 

“Michelle, keep your legs down.” Michelle sobbed. 

“It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to. You’re halfway there to it being over.”

Jane resumed her punishment, spanking two per cheek as she brought the wooden brush down on Michelle’s wet and sore butt. More and more people on the beach stood within 10-15 feet, watching with either confusion or amusement. 

Finally, Jane reached the final 10, and she delivered them 5 per cheek - hard. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

“OWWWWWWWCH!!”

SMACK SMACK SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!

“OWWWW!”

The final blow was delivered, and Jane put the brush down. Michelle cried her eyes out into the towel from the pain. Jane rubbed Michelle’s ass - it wasn’t that wet anymore, but it was reddened and warm. She kept rubbing her hand around the tender area. 

“All done. You know you earned that, right?” Michelle nodded, sobbing. 

“Okay, sit up. Give me a hug.” Michelle managed to get herself up a bit and gave Jane a hug as requested. The crowd that had gathered applauded and “aww”ed, which Jane responded with dirty looks, causing the strangers to start dispersing. 

“I’m sorry I forgot your sunblock,” Michelle choked out between sobs. 

“It’s okay. Now your punishment is almost over, so you’re just about forgiven.” Michelle let go from the hug and pulled back. 

“Almost??”

“Mhm. I want you to lay on your stomach on the towel for the next hour with your bottoms down. Keep your red butt on display.”

“Jane..”

“You wanted sun? You’ll get all the sun you can. I even helped out with some of the burn. Now on your stomach.”

Michelle crawled off Jane’s lap, staying on her knees, and laid down on the towel face down. She calmed down from crying and laid there, her face down on the towel red with embarrassment, her butt up in the air red with pain. 

Jane laid back and read her book while Michelle lay, her sore, red butt on display for anyone passing by to see. It was a rough beach day - Jane didn’t get sunblock, but Michelle was the one who got burnt.