Roommate from Hell: Grandmas Punishing

 Michelle parked her car in the parking spot and chilled for a minute. It was the end of another long day at work, and she couldn’t wait to get upstairs to her apartment and just relax. 

She walked into the lobby of the Royal Greens and, as usual, headed into the mailroom. It was a room with the mailboxes of all the apartments along the walls. Michelle walked over to the mailbox for B5, hers and Jane’s, and began searching her bag for the key to it. She was so engrossed in her search that she didn’t notice Bess and Carol - Bernice’s mother in law and her own mother, respectively - also in the mailroom. The grannies, however, both noticed her, and turned to her from their own mailbox. 

“Well, look who it is,” Bess said. Michelle didn’t even register it. 

“You know her too?” Carol asked. 

“Mhm. Michelle. The spanking girl. Bernice and I whooped her a few weeks back for bringing drugs here.”

“Again?!”

“Mhm. A few days after you saw her. Hopefully she’s *behaving* herself today.” 

Michelle finally got the key and unlocked her mailbox. Bess made a coughing “Mhm?” noice towards Michelle, who turned and saw them. She recoiled at the sight of the old ladies, having forgotten that they lived in the same building as her but not forgetting what they’d done to her. She scowled and went back to her mailbox. Bess was unamused. 

“Uh, hello to you too, missy,” she said with an attitude. Michelle didn’t respond or even look at her, just grabbing her mail and locking the mailbox up. Carol let out a little chuckle. Bess was insulted. 

Michelle kept her head down as she stuffed her mail in her bag and proceeded to head for the exit, passing by the two old women with all intent to ignore them. To pretend they weren’t there. That she never even knew them in the first place. But as she did, Bess grabbed her by the arm. 

“Hey!” Michelle said, recoiling with annoyance and fear. 

“Is that any way to treat your elders?” Bess asked. 

“I don’t think so,” Carol answered. 

“What?! I don’t want to talk to you!”

“So? You ignore not only your elders but your neighbors?”

“Let go! I don’t care if we live in the same place. I don’t like you so I don’t have to fucking talk to you.” Bess was floored. 

“And the potty mouth on this one!”

“She’s a brat,” Carol commented. 

“Let’s go have a chat with your roommate,” Bess said threateningly. 

“She’s not home,” Michelle answered defiantly. 

“What about Marsha?” Carol asked. Michelle scowled. 

“They’re both away for the week.”

“Then I guess I’m dealing with you myself,” Bess said. 

“What?! No! You’re not dealing with anything.”

“It’s that or I report you for the drugs.”

“What?! That was weeks ago, you don’t have any proof.”

“I have witnesses. Do we really want to go down this road?”

“I.. no!”

“Then let’s go.” Bess let go of Michelle’s arm and grabbed her by her ear and began walking her to the elevator. Carol followed, amused by Michelle’s “OWOWOWOWOW!” over her ear as Bess walked her. 

A few minutes later, Bess walked into the family apartment with Michelle and Carol. Once the door was closed she finally let go of the squealing Michelle who grabbed her ear and rubbed it.

“My ear…” she moaned. 

“About to be your behind,” Bess warned, walking over the couch. Carol also followed, sitting on a chair opposite the couch. “C’mon, take off your shoes and come over,” Bess said. Michelle couldn’t believe she was back in this apartment again. About to be punished. Again. She kicked off her shoes against the wall near the front door and walked over to Bess. 

“Look, I’m sorry, I just-“

“Too late for that now. You’re a disrespectful little brat and I’m gonna deal with you the way you need it.”

“Please.”

“Enough of your mouth. Let’s get this started, you know what to do. Go ahead and take your pants off.” Michelle let out a pouting moan and did what she was told, unbuttoning her black khakis and taking them down, kicking them off from her feet to the side. 

“Spanking her on her bare butt?” Carol asked. 

“Mhm,” Bess answered. “C’mon, you heard me. Underwear off too. We’re doing this bare butt.” Michelle let out a huff as she pulled down her dark blue panties, letting them fall to her ankles and kicking them off her feet towards her pants. She stood before Bess with her hands covering her groin. 

“You know your hands are supposed to be on your head,” Carol said. Michelle rolled her eyes and kept her hands where they were. 

“She’s right, Michelle,” Bess chastised. “Bernice told you to keep your hands on your head when you’re not in position, didn’t she?” Bess waited a moment for a response but Michelle didn’t answer, but also didn’t put her hands where they wanted. Bess scowled. “Well then, I guess we have work to do,” she said, patting her lap. “Bend over.”

Michelle, internally screaming because all she wanted to do was go home after a day at work, bent over and climbed over the grandma’s lap, keeping herself on the couch with her butt in the lap. Bess gave it a rub.

“Can’t believe I have to have this ass in my lap again to be warmed…” she muttered. Bernice began spanking, Michelle began yelping. For an old woman, Bess had a firm hand and some muscle. She did firm, steady swats across Michelle’s cheeks, making her squeal and squirm. 

“Ow ow!” she whined. 

“Oh hush,” Bess said unsympathetically. 

“I didn’t even - ow! - do anything! I was -ahh! - minding my own goddamn business owww!” 

“You disrespected your elders AND mouthed off,” Bess retorted, spanking a little harder. “You earned a sore behind.”

“Using just your hand? Bernice used a switch outside and a hairbrush,” Carol asked. Michelle scrunched her face, wishing she’d shut up. 

“Oh I used the wooden spoon on her last time,” Bess said. “But I’ll just use my hand first before I decide to use anything else.” 

“Well remember, Michelle’s roommate has a closet of tools to use to punish her right.” Michelle couldn’t tell who she hated more- the woman spanking her, or the woman making suggestions. 

“You’re right, might need to make a stop there,” Bess thought, still spanking. 

Minutes passed, Bess doling out the spanking in silence to Michelle, who was anything but. She moaned and yelped and “ouch!”-ed, wiggling and squeezing the couch cushion as Bess made her butt nice and pink. Finally after a few minutes, she stopped. Michelle was praying this was the end, her prayers dashed when Bess put the back of her hand up to Michelle’s pink cheeks and said “it’s a start.” She also said, 

“You know, I’m thinking you’re right, Carol. My hand isn’t enough to punish this little brat properly. I’m gonna need something extra.”

“Do you want me to get you something?” Carol asked. 

“No. But you did mention that Michelle’s roommate has a closet of things. Last time Michelle was here she came with a paddle and some other things.” Michelle went wide eyed. 

“Yeah. Maybe Michelle should go get something from there.”

“Nooo no no,” Michelle protested. Bess got annoyed and started slapping her ass again with each word.

“You! Are! Not! In! Charge!” 

“OW OW OW OW OW!”

“No, Michelle can’t be trusted to come back. So I think we’re going to have to go to Michelle’s apartment ourselves so I can have a look see at what can be used.” Michelle let out a cry. 

“Sounds good to me,” Carol said. 

“Alright Michelle, get up and get dressed. We’re going to your place,” Bess declared. Michelle slid her legs off the couch and propped herself up, keeping herself covered up front with one hand and rubbing her butt with the other. 

“Can’t you just use something here?” she whined.

“C’mon now, Michelle. Get dressed,” Bess declared, standing up. Michelle grabbed her panties and put them on facing away from the two women before grabbing her khakis and putting them back on. Carol and Bess each got up as Michelle dressed herself and headed for the door, walking her out. This was a nightmare. 

A few minutes later, Michelle walked into her apartment. Bess and Carol followed, looking around as they entered. 

“Clean, nice,” Bess commented. 

“Yeah,” Michelle answered flatly, shutting and locking the door. She kicked her shoes off before passing the two of them and heading to the kitchen, dropping her bag on the table. She walked back out to the living room and saw Carol and Bess standing. Even though she let them in, her eyes couldn’t believe they were IN her apartment. And for a bad reason. 

“Where’s this implement closet I heard about?” Bess asked. Michelle silently walked over to the closet alongside Jane’s room and opened it. Bess and Carol walked over and looked inside and took a gander at Jane’s personal collection of weapons of ass destruction.

This was a relatively new thing Jane had set up to hold all the implements she’d acquired over the years. There were shelves on the left and right sides holding implements. Hairbrushes, paddles, straps. In the middle against the wall was a lone shelf towards the floor, atop it sat canes and crops propped up against the wall. Bess and Carol took it all in. 

“Lotta goodies in here,” Carol said. 

“Mhm. I’m not sure what to use,” Bess said. 

“You don’t have to use any of them,” Michelle argued. Bess let out an annoyed huff.

“Michelle, go stand by the couch and get ready.” 

Michelle stormed over to the couch and stood there watching as the old women checked out the closet. She rubbed her butt as Carol and Bess inspected implements, giving them little swats against their hands. After a few moments, they walked over to the couch, Bess with a wooden paddle in hand. Carol took a seat on the left side of the couch. Bess looked unamused as she approached Michelle. 

“Didn’t I tell you to get ready?”

“I am.”

“That’s not what I meant. You know the drill.” She dropped the paddle on the couch and bent down, unbuttoning Michelle’s khakis. “Put your hands on your head. I’ll do it myself.” Michelle threw her hands atop her head as Bess sat down on the couch and took Michelle by the waistband of her pants and pulled her closer. She unzipped her khakis and pulled on both sides of them, tugging them down around her ankles. “You should’ve done this already. I’m too old for this, and you’re too old to have to have your pants taken down for you,” Bess complained, tugging Michelle’s panties from behind to get them down, getting them down into her pants. “Get those off,” she commanded. Michelle kicked her pants and panties off from around her ankles over to the middle of the living room. 

She then turned around, now fully exposed to the two old women. “We’re gonna start with this paddle,” Bess declared. 

“Start?”

“Mhm. Brattiness, potty mouth, not following directions, AND your consistent nasty attitude? One thing won’t cut it.” Bess then stood herself up and backed away from the couch. “Now let’s get back to work. Bend over the couch, next to Carol.”

Michelle took her hands off her head and bent over the couch. Bess put her hand on the small of Michelle’s back. 

“Arch your back, Michelle. Stick your butt out.” Michelle whined and did as she was told. Once her butt was stuck out, Bess rested the paddle against her cheeks. Then pulled back and SMACK! Michelle bounced her butt, lifted her leg and let out an

“OW!”

“Stay still,” Bess instructed, lining the paddle up for another whack. 

WHACK! 

“Ow fuck!”

“The potty mouth on you,” Carol chastised. 

“Keep your bottom out,” Bess instructed. 

SMACK! “Ouch!” was how it went over and over for a bit until Bess gave Michelle 10 smacks with the paddle. She kicked and jumped but took it. Her bottom was starting to glow a little red. Bess gave it a rub. 

“All done with this one. Time for something else,” Bess said, walking over to the closet. Michelle stayed bent over the couch next to Carol.

“I hope you’re learning your lesson, Michelle,” Carol said. Michelle snorted at her, annoyed. Bess heard and turned. 

“You know, I don’t like the sass you’re giving her. Carol, would you like to take a turn with her? I know you haven’t spanked her, but I think you should.”

“Well I don’t know how much I could do, my hands aren’t what they used to be.”

“I’ll get you something.”

Bess came back a few moments later with a little leather strap. She handed it to Carol, who inspected it. 

“I think I could do something with this,” she said. 

“How do you want this brat? Do you want her bent over like this or do you want her over your lap?” 

“Let me see.” Carol stood up and put her hand on the small of Michelle’s back and rested the strap against her left butt cheek. She gave a little swing back and slapped it against her. Michelle lifted her left leg and winced. 

“Ow!”

“This will work,” Carol said, already resting the strap against her right cheek. “My hand may be a little weak but my arm is okay.” SLAP!

“Ow!”

“Good,” Bess said. 

“I’ll give you 15 with this,” Carol said. “That’s 2 so far.” 

Bess stood watching as the frail Carol gave Michelle some good swats with the little strap. Michelle took each one, lifting her legs and yelping from pain. After the 15th hit, Carol handed the strap to Bess and sat back down. 

“I need to rest,” she said. “That took it out of me.”

“I’m glad you got to give it to her,” Bess said walking over to the closet. “Michelle, stand back up,” she instructed as she began exploring the implements. Michelle pushed herself back up and began rubbing her sore bottom. Carol put her hand on Michelle’s arm. 

“Hands on your head,” she said. Michelle rolled her eyes and put her hands back on her head. She returned a few moments later with a bathbrush. Michelle saw it and went wide-eyed and shook her head “no” a bit. “Not up to you, dear,” Bess said. She sat on the couch next to her in-law and faced Michelle, who stood hands on her head to the two grannies. “I was going to give you 30 with this. But seeing as how you’re still fussing, I don’t think you’re learning.”

“I’m not fussing,” Michelle argued. 

“You are. And I just heard Carol have to tell you to put your hands on your head. You should know by now. Marsha said it and Bernice said it. Where are your hands supposed to be when you’re not in position?”

“…on my head.”

“Right.”

“But I don’t need you looking at me down there!”

“Michelle, you don’t have anything we haven’t seen.”

“We’ve both seen you like this before,” Carol said. 

“Exactly. And not that that matters. You were told by your roommate and Marsha AND Bernice, hands on your head between positions. AND you know that you’re going to be punished on your bare ass. And yet I had to take your pants down for you when I TOLD you to get ready. Your pants and underwear should’ve been off when I got to the couch. You young kids these days think you can do whatever you want. Well when you’re being punished it’s not what YOU want. So any time I’m dealing with you, or even if my daughter in law is dealing with you, or whoever, you get naked from the waist down and put your hands on your head until told otherwise. Is that clear?”

“Fine,” Michelle said. 

“Good. Now over my lap.” Michelle took her hands off her head and bent down over the heavyset old woman’s knees, her torso on the couch, her feet on the floor, her ass in the lap. Bess rested the bathbrush against the red bottom she was presented with. “You we’re going to get 30. But since you want to act up you’re getting 50.”

“50?!”

“If 50’s not enough…”

“It is!”

“Is it?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.” Bess then began spanking with the brush across Michelle’s cheeks. 

“OW! OW!” Michelle cried, kicking her legs and reaching her arm back. 

“Move your arm,” Bess demanded. 

“It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

Bess began spanking again. Michelle felt it, kicking and wiggling, her “ow!”s now “OUCH!”es and screams of pain. The bathbrush was no joke, and Michelle wasn’t laughing. She began clenching her butt cheeks, causing Bess to stop. 

“Unclench,” she warned. “Don’t make me start over. I want you to feel every hit.” Michelle whined and unclenched. Carol nodded approvingly. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK 

“OW OW OW OUCH!” 

The minutes passed, Bess turning Michelle’s cheeks from light red to a nice shade of crimson. By the 30th smack, Michelle was tearing up. 

By the 50th, she was crying. Bess put the bathbrush down after 50, rubbing the sore bottom of the crying girl. 

“Sounds like you’re learning,” Bess said. Michelle nodded, sobbing. 

“Still one or two more things I want to use, just to make sure this lesson is driven home,” she said. Michelle’s heart sank, sobbing. “Stand up.” Michelle propped herself up off Bess’ lap, resisting the urge to rub her bottom and instead immediately putting her hands on top of her head. Carol and Bess smiled, eyeing her up and down. “Good girl,” they both said. 

Bess stood up and walked the bathbrush over to the closet. She returned a few moments later with a cane. Michelle’s heart sank. 

“I think 25 of this will be a good way to finish off your punishment,” Bess said, inspecting the cane. 

“That’s a good cane,” Carol commented. “Last I saw Bernice used a switch.”

“Well we have this now,” Bess said. “Michelle, come to the center of the living room, turn your back to the couch and bend over.” Michelle walked over to the center, kicked her khakis and panties aside, turned her back to the couch and bent over, putting her hands behind her knees and holding them. Bess stood beside Michelle, resting the cane against her butt. Carol watched, having a view of Michelle’s butt.

“25. Stay in position,” Bess commanded. 

Tap. Tap. CRACK!

“OWW!” Michelle yelled out through tears. She managed to stay in position. Bess raised the cane again. 

Tap tap tap. CRACK!

“FUCK!” 

“Language!” the two grandmas shouted. 

The minutes passed, Bess caning Michelle without break. Michelle jumped up and grabbed her ass twice from the pain, but quickly got back into position lest Bess add more. 

Finally, after the 20th stroke, Bess rested the cane against her cheeks. 

“5 more. They’re gonna be fast. Here they come.”

CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!

“AHHHHHHH OUCH!” 

After the 25th hit, Michelle was crying uncontrollably. Her ass was red and had lines across it. Bess walked the cane over to the closet, putting it away and shutting the door. She walked back to Michelle who remained in position and gave her two cheeks a rub. 

“Now,” Bess said. “Stand up and face us.” Michelle slowly bent herself back up, put her hands on her head and faced the two old women. “I’d like to hear an apology,” Bess said. Michelle sobbed. 

“I’m sorry I was disrespectful,” Michelle let out. 

“And?”

“And for not baring myself or putting my hands on my head like I was supposed to,” she continued. 

“Thank you,” Carol said. 

“One more thing though. Come with me,” Bess instructed. Michelle followed Bess to the bathroom. Bess turned on the sink, took the bar of soap there, washed it, and faced Michelle, who already knew what was coming. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.” Michelle reluctantly did as she was told and Bess began scrubbing her tongue with the soap. “This is for that potty mouth.”

Michelle cringed, closing her eyes and wailing with discomfort as Bess soaped her tongue clean. After a few moments she stopped, washed the soap off and put it back. 

Bess walked out of the bathroom and Michelle followed. Back in the living room, Bess pointed at a corner between a cabinet and the wall. “In the corner, keep your hands on your head.” Michelle, crying, walked into the corner and got into position, her red ass on display. Bess sat down next to Carol on the couch and they nodded approvingly. 

“You’re to stay in there until I say so. Or you’re going to get more of the cane. Do you understand?” 

“Yeth m’am,” Michelle let out, still all soapy. 

“And not a peep otherwise,” Bess warned. 

“You did a good job,” Carol commended her. “She had it coming,” Bess agreed. “You know, Charlene is coming to stay with Bernice for the summer?”

“Is she? That’ll be nice.”

“Nope. Apparently she’s been a real brat. 19 years old and still being a bad girl. So Donna thought it best she come stay with aunt Bernice for the summer. She knows Bernice has been using spankings to deal with a girl that lives here,” Bess motioned towards Michelle, “and feels Charlene could use some of that strict punishment to get her back on track.”

“Wow. And you can help out with that too,” Carol said. “Maybe Michelle and Charlene will get spanked together and they’ll both learn to behave,” she said with a laugh.  

“I don’t know. But Charlene’s in for a long summer when she gets here next week.” The two women chatted about Bernice’s bratty niece and the trouble she’d been in. Michelle stood in the corner, mouth soapy, bottom in pain, naked from the waist down and on display for the two boomers who punished her. She hated this. She hated Bernice and her whole family who felt the need to punish her at will. She wanted a nice relaxing evening and got spanked instead. This couldn’t have gotten worse… until Michelle realized she didn’t hear talking anymore. What she heard was… snoring?

Michelle turned her head and, to her horror, saw Carol and Bernice had both fallen asleep. The two old women were exhausted and had finally knocked out. She felt a tinge of relief knowing they were asleep, but then a sense of dread - she wasn’t supposed to leave the corner until Bess told her so, but now she was asleep. And if Michelle talked or left the corner before she told her so, she’d get caned. She kept crying, stuck in her predicament, desperately wanting to rub her sore butt, to be dressed, to have these grandmas out of her apartment, but not wanting to be punished again trying to make it happen. 

Michelle stood in place, sore and crying, hoping Bess and Carol would wake up. But based on their mutual snoring, they weren’t going anywhere, and neither was Michelle.