Roommate from Hell: Bathtime Spanking

 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. 

3 blocks from home, soaking wet, she slipped on the sidewalk and fell down, scraping her knee. 

“FUCK!” she yelled into the rain. Not wanting to get any more wet, she jumped up and ran for home. A few minutes later she ran into the lobby of her building. She was wet. She was bleeding. She was angry. 

Michelle turned off the spout now that the bathtub was filled. She had a long, stressful day at work, and a nice, soothing bath was just what the doctor ordered, especially since Jane was out with a friend tonight and she had the apartment to herself. She felt the water, testing the temperature and judging it just warm enough. 

Michelle took her socks off and dropped them in the hamper. She then went to unbutton her khakis when the bathroom door opened, giving her a heart attack. Michelle jumped in fright, extra fearful to see a wet, angry Marsha standing there. 

“Marsha?! What the hell are you doing?!” Michelle screamed. 

“YOU!” Marsha yelled. 

“What?!”

“You cut me off outside! I could’ve hit you! Or you could’ve hit me!”

“What??”

“The fucking parking lot! You flew in out of nowhere and I had to stop short! You took the last parking spot that should’ve been mine! I had to walk from blocks away in the pouring rain and because of you I skinned my fucking knee!” Marsha slid her pant leg up, showing her knee bleeding. Michelle was stunned, speechless and scared. 

Marsha opened up a cabinet over the sink and pulled out a bandaid. She washed up her cut before bandaging it and lowering her pant leg again. Michelle finally found a little courage to speak. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry Marsha, I didn’t mean to cut you off, I wasn’t feeling good, my stomach was hurting bad, and-“

“What kind of excuse is that? You risk your and my life driving dangerously because you don’t feel good?”

“Marsha, I’m so sorry. About the parking lot and your knee.”

“Oh you WILL be sorry. And what you did to my knee is nothing compared to what I’m gonna do to your ass.”

“Marsha, you can’t just storm into the bathroom when I’m in here! I could’ve been on the toilet! I was about to be naked in here! I’m about to go in the bath!”

“Good. Get naked.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. Get naked. Get in the bath. This is perfect. If I had to be wet and in pain, so do you.”

“Marsha, I-“

“One more word out of you, and I will double what you are about to get. Everything I’m planning on doing to you will be doubled. Just one more word.” Michelle bit her lip, afraid to tempt the angry neighbor. She stood frozen. “What are you waiting for? Get naked. Get in the bath.”

Michelle slowly unbuttoned her khakis, bringing them down to her ankles and pulling them off, dropping them in the hamper. She then slowly lowered her green polka dot panties down to her ankles, pulling them off. Marsha held out her hand though and Michelle handed them to her. Marsha took a look inside and at the tag. 

“Clean and your name on the tag. Looks recent too,” she commented, dropping the panties in the hamper. Michelle rolled her eyes. 

“My underwear is always clean…” she muttered, beginning to lift her shirt. As she did, Marsha noticed Michelle’s pubic hair was basically nothing, and that her groin was covered in red pimples, like a rash. Once her shirt was off, she dropped it in the hamper. She went for her bra but Marsha pointed at her groin. 

“What’s going on here? Why are you breaking out?”

“I have razor rash…” 

“What? Why?”

“Jane shaved me and didn’t let me-“

“Wait. Why did Jane shave you? Have you not been shaving and keeping yourself clean as discussed?” Michelle silently kicked herself, hating herself for spilling those beans.

“I, uh..”

“You have the nerve to snarkily tell me that you wear clean underwear, but you can’t even be bothered to maintain your downstairs hair? You need your roommate to do that for you? Are you that bad at keeping yourself maintained?”

“NO. I didn’t need her to shave me at all.”

“Well she wouldn’t have if she didn’t have to. And since you clearly can’t maintain yourself, maybe you can’t be trusted to give yourself a bath then.”

“What?”

“Take your bra off and get in the tub.” Michelle scowled and turned away from her, undoing her bra from the back and dropping it in the hamper. She then slowly climbed into the bath tub. Before she could sit down, Marsha told her “bend over, stick your ass out to me.” 

Michelle let out a little whine, doing as she was told, expecting the spanking to start. Instead, Marsha spread her cheeks, getting a look on the inside. Michelle whined and wiggled a bit, making Marsha slap her cheek. 

“Stay still. You said you didn’t feel good? Well, you certainly look clean back here…” Marsha took a wet wipe from the pack on the back of the toilet and wiped Michelle’s ass for her, checking it afterwards. “Mhm. Looks clean.” She dropped it in the trash then washed her hands, Michelle remaining in her uncomfortable and embarrassing position. 

Once she was done washing her hands, Marsha opened a few drawers under the sink until she found something. She then sat on the toilet next to the tub and spread Michelle’s cheeks again. 

“You cut me off because you didn’t feel good? Let’s see how if you’re actually sick…”

“What the? Ohhh no!” Michelle cried as she felt a thermometer slip through her butthole. Marsha inserted the thermometer in as far as it should go and pushed the button on it to turn it on. Michelle wiggled, extremely uncomfortable. “Hey! That’s not a rectal thermometer!” she whined. 

“It is now. AND this is the most accurate way of reading…” Marsha held the thermometer in, twirling it left and right a bit. Michelle hated her so much. A few moments later, it beeped that it was done. Marsha slowly took it out and checked it. “97 degrees. Hmm. No fever.” She ran the thermometer under the sink and put it away before returning to the girl in the bath. “Alright, sit down in the tub.”

Michelle turned and sat in the tub, covering her breasts up as Marsha sat on the closed toilet. 

“I can bathe myself,” she said, irritated. 

“I don’t think so,” Marsha said, rubbing the bar of soap under the water and taking it to Michelle’s torso. “Move your hands,” she instructed. Michelle moved her arms, not wanting Marsha to double whatever was coming. And there she sat, fully and completely exposed. Marsha began rubbing the soap along Michelle’s chest and stomach before rubbing it along Michelle’s arms. Michelle sat there, angry and embarrassed and Marsha silently bathed her. Marsha made sure to get under her arms, behind her ears, and all around her back. 

Finally she had Michelle stand up and she worked on her legs, scrubbing the soap up and down her legs and feet. She scrubbed the soap up and down Michelle’s groin, making her recoil and wince. 

“Ow ow! Easy, I told you I have a rash!” Michelle whined. 

“Not my problem. Turn around,” she instructed. Michelle turned in the bathwater and Marsha did her back before getting to her butt. “Bend over, hands on the wall. Stick your ass out,” she instructed. Once Michelle did it Marsha scrubbed her butt thoroughly, getting the sides and front of the cheeks, lifting them to do the sit spots and rubbing soap down her butt crack. 

“Let’s make sure this is extra clean before I start working on it…” she said as she scrubbed. Finally she finished. “Go back down in the tub, rinse everything off then get back in this position,” came the next instruction. Michelle cringed as she got back down in the bathwater to wash all the soap off. After a few moments of sloshing around, she got back up and bent back over and Marsha stood up. Marsha stood next to the bath and positioned her hand on Michelle’s wet left butt cheek before giving it a slap. Michelle lifted her leg and let out a yell. 

“YOW!” 

“Put your leg down and stay still.”

Michelle put her leg back down and Marsha slapped the right cheek, eliciting the same reaction. 

“What did I say?!”

“It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to. Plus the water is going to make it hurt a whole lot more. But that’s on you. Now put your leg down and don’t lift them again.” Michelle scowled and put her right leg down. 

Marsha began doing a steady back and forth of slaps across Michelle’s wet cheeks. The water definitely made it sting more than usual. Michelle kept her hands on the wall, yelling out “ow!”s and “ahh!”s in pain. Her cheeks turned pink quicker than normal as Marsha’s hand came down. 

After a few minutes, Marsha stopped. Michelle’s ass was stinging a lot. Marsha went to the drawers in the vanity, searching until she found a hairbrush. 

“Put your ass in the water for a bit and then get back in position,” Marsha instructed. Michelle let out a whine and did as she was told, whining a little more when her stinging butt hit the water. After a moment, she got back up and bent over again. Marsha rested the hairbrush against her left cheek before pulling back and smacking. 

“OW!” Michelle howled. 

Marsha then moved on to the next cheek. 

“OWWW!” 

“Stop bitching.”

Marsha spent the next 5 minutes going back and forth across Michelle’s cheeks with the brush, showing no mercy with her hard swats. Michelle let out yells of pain as the wetness of her ass made the hairbrush swats really hurt, her ass now starting to turn red. 

“I was wet and sore, and now so will you be,” Marsha said as she worked. 

“Ow ow! I’m sorry! Ow! I didn’t mean to! Ahh!” Michelle let out as the terror continued. 

Once 5 minutes passed, Marsha stopped, putting the brush on the counter. “I’ll be right back. Stay where you are, don’t move. Don’t rub,” Marsha instructed before walking out. Michelle stayed in position, breathing heavy, near tears. After a few moments, Marsha came back in, holding the wooden bathbrush. Michelle saw it and whined. “Alright,” Marsha said. “Again.  Dip it and lift it.”

Michelle slowly sat back down in the tub, putting her ass in the water before getting back up and bending over. Marsha resumed her position standing next to her, putting her left hand on the small of her back and pushing down a bit. “Stick it out,” she instructed. Michelle stuck it out as Marsha rested the bathbrush against her left cheek. 

SMACK!

Michelle’s left leg shot up with a “YOWCH!” She quickly put it back down as Marsha moved to the next cheek. SMACK! “OWWW!” 

Marsha began an assault, doing hard smacks with the bathrbrush on the wet, red bottom. Michelle began crying after the 4th smack, her ass in pain. Marsha paid no mind and carried on, going faster and harder as the minutes passed and ignoring the cries and screams. Finally, after 5 minutes, she stopped. Michelle was sobbing, her red ass both wet and on fire. 

“Alright. Put your ass in the water again and hold it there,” Marsha instructed before walking out to put the bathbrush back in the implement closet. Michelle slowly sat down, crying more as her ass touched the water and tub floor. Marsha came back in and saw Michelle wiping her tears. “Alright, stand up, let’s go.” 

Michelle stood up, covering her breasts and groin as she stood. 

“Follow me, hands on your head,” Marsha instructed. Michelle followed her out into the living room, her hands on her head, dripping water everywhere. “Go stand in the corner, nose to the wall. Keep your hands on your head.” Michelle, still crying, walked into her usual corner and kept her hands on her head, naked and her red bottom on display. 

Marsha sat down on the couch and began scrolling on her phone, leaving Michelle naked, wet and sore in the corner. Michelle hated this. Another day where she tried to enjoy herself, another day where she ended up in the corner with a sore butt. She would’ve given anything to rub and get naked, but given Marsha’s cruelty, she knew she’d be stuck in the corner for quite a while.