Benji’s Spanking Stories

  “MICHELLE!” The scream and the angry voice behind it shattered Michelle’s slumber like a brick through a window, waking her up. Her eyes shot open and she jumped up, confused and worried.  “Huh? Wha?” She took a few moments to adjust to her nap abruptly ending and to try and figure out what was going on. She was on the couch in the living room, the TV on and asking if she was still watching Stranger Things. It was dark outside. Before her stood Jane, looking absolutely furious.  “What the? What’s going on?” she asked.  “Michelle, it’s  11:30  at night,” Jane said angrily. Michelle rubbed her eyes, yawning and trying to remember what day it was and what was happening.  “Uhhh… night?” That’s when the horrific realization hit her. The time. The day. Jane. “Oh my god, it’s-“ “It’s Thursday, Michelle. You were SUPPOSED to pick me up at the airport over TWO hours ago, like we discussed.” “Oh my god, oh no, Jane, I-“ “I called you and texted you over and ov...

  Marsha was driving home from work. It was a long, stressful day, but she was happy to be home. As she began to turn right into the parking lot for her apartment building, she had to stop short when a car swerved in from the left.  “What the fuck?!” she yelled, jamming on the brakes. That’s when she realized - it was Michelle’s car that cut her off. “Little brat…” she muttered. Marsha pulled into the parking lot, the 50 year old’s small sense of calm now replaced with rage at the 24 year old roommate of her best friend Jane. She drove around the parking lot, only to realize after a few moments of driving that there were no spots available; Michelle got the last one.  Marsha pulled out of the parking lot, heading down some side streets near the building looking for a spot. It took her a few minutes to find one a few blocks away. And once she was parked and out of her car… it started to rain. Not just rain, but pour. Marsha ran for home, getting drenched in the downpour....

  Michelle walked into her apartment, beat from another long day at work. But at last, she was home, she didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything, she could finally relax and nothing could ruin that.  “Michelle, can you come here please?” asked Jane, sitting on the couch in the living room. Immediately Michelle’s peace of mind was gone, replaced with dread and worry of what she could’ve done and what was going to happen next.  “Uh, sure, is everything okay, Jane?” she asked, kicking off her shoes and putting down her bag on the kitchen table.  “We’ll see,” the older roommate replied cryptically. Michelle walked over to Jane and went to sit down next to her, but Jane held up her hand. “Hands on your head,” she instructed. Michelle’s heart fell as her hands rose above on to her head, and she positioned herself before Jane, ready as always to be undressed from the waist down.  “Fuck fuck fuck fuck what did I do now?!” raced through her head as Jane reached forward...