Roommate from Hell: New Spankee In Town

 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 and unbuttoned her khakis. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Michelle asked as Jane lowered her pants down to her knees. 

“I just want to see something,” Jane said, taking the sides of Michelle’s panties and pulling them down as well. Michelle stood there going red in the face as Jane brought the panties to her knees and then let go, then lifting Michelle’s blouse and inspecting her front. She noted Michelle’s pubic hair was grown in and a little unkempt, and grabbed on to it. Michelle winced. “Didn’t Marsha and I have a talk about you staying neat down here?” she asked sternly. Michelle got deeply embarrassed, having somehow forgotten Jane and Marsha’s demand that she keep tidy and well shaved down there for whatever reason. 

“I… I will.”

“Yes, of course you WILL now that you’re in trouble. Not that you DID like you were supposed to.”

“Jane, I-“

“Turn around,” was Jane’s next demand, letting go of Michelle’s hair. Michelle turned around as she was supposed to, and Jane took ahold of the back of her panties from around her knees and pulled up on them, inspecting the tag. On the tag, “Michelle” which has once been written in sharpie was long since faded, now barely legible. Jane huffed. 

“You know, I told you during your last underwear inspection to rewrite your name on the tags of your panties since they’d all been faded out. And of course you didn’t.”

“Jane, I will, I’ll do it tonight, I promise.” 

“No, I will, since apparently that’s what it takes. But first, we’re gonna have to deal with what’s up front.”

“Jane, I can do it myself.”

“Apparently not. You’re a grown woman, I shouldn’t have to be shaving you or putting your name on your panties. These are all things you should be grown up enough to do on your own without me reminding or checking up on you.” Michelle scowled, her bare ass still to Jane. 

“Jane, you’re right. I AM a grown woman. Yet I have to wear the underwear YOU want me to wear. I don’t NEED my name on my underwear like a little kid going to camp. I do my OWN laundry! And I don’t NEED to be shaven for you. It’s MY pubic hair! I don’t NEED you inspecting my underwear or checking out my groin. I don’t know why you care so much.” Jane gave Michelle’s right ass cheek a hard slap, making her jump. 

“Because it’s in the roommate contract that you signed and agreed to, and because I said so. Simple as that. You don’t NEED to understand, but you DO need to follow the rules. And I don’t like that sassy attitude you're giving me. You’ve lived here long enough. You know how it works here. And you know how we’re going to have to deal with all of this.”

Out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of Michelle, came a knock on the door. Jane looked up at Michelle, who looked back at her and shrugged. 

“Hmm, Marsha’s away this week,” Jane said, standing up and going for the door. Michelle quickly pulled her panties and pants back up, knowing Jane had no regard for her privacy. Michelle just got herself dressed as Jane reached and opened the door, and to Michelle’s horror, there stood Bernice, as well as another young woman who looked uncomfortable. 

“Hi Bernice.”

“Hi Jane, sorry to come by unannounced. Is this a bad time?”

“Well, I’m about to deal with Michelle,” Jane motioned towards her roommate. Bernice peered in and saw her. 

“I see she’s already standing there looking worried. That’s a bad sign. You know, that’s kind of why I stopped by. I wanted to know if I could possibly borrow some of your implements?” 

“Borrow my implements?”

“Yes. This is my niece Charlene. She’s 19 and she’s been an insufferable brat, so her mother sent her to stay with me for the summer to help teach her to grow up and be more respectful and responsible.” Charlene, a pleasantly plump girl with glasses and braids, looked at the floor sheepishly. 

“I see. Well since you want to deal with her, and I need to deal with Michelle, why don’t you come in?” Michelle’s heart dropped hearing this, watching Bernice and Charlene enter the apartment. 

“Charlene, this is Jane and Michelle, say hello,” Bernice instructed. 

“Hi,” Charlene said quietly. She stood to the side as Bernice entered the living room, approaching Michelle. 

“Faking sick again, Michelle? Do I need to get ahold of the rectal thermometer again so we can check?” she asked. 

“No,” Michelle answered coldly, folding her arms. Bernice scowled. 

“I don’t like that attitude,” Bernice raised her voice, sticking her finger in Michelle’s face.

 “Yes, Michelle’s having a bit of an attitude tonight, as if it’s anyone’s fault but her own that she’s currently in trouble. Can I get you a drink, Bernice?” Jane asked, walking into the kitchen. 

“No thank you. You know Michelle, I don’t know how you still disrespect your elders, even though you’ve been punished time and time again. And looks like you’re going to be again tonight. I heard you were pretty rude to my mother and mother in law too, is that right?” Michelle froze, having never told anyone about how she was recently punished by Bess and Carol. She hated Bernice so much. 

“Michelle, what is she talking about?” Jane asked, entering the living room. Bernice nodded. 

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well my mother and mother in law ran into Michelle about 2 weeks ago in the lobby. Michelle gave them a nasty attitude, so they took her back here and punished her.” Jane went wide eyed, getting in Michelle’s face. 

“Michelle, you were punished, in my home, and didn’t say anything?!” Michelle looked down and away. 

“It was embarrassing, and it was dealt with.”

“Well I hope it was embarrassing, that’s the point,” Bernice said. 

“And I don’t think it was dealt with enough that you didn’t say anything,” Jane chastised. Bernice looked around.

“Where’s my niece? Charlene, come here, sit on a chair in the living room. This is exactly why I brought you here.” Charlene slowly trudged across the apartment and sat in the living room, never saying a word. “So why is Michelle in trouble tonight, besides her attitude and keeping secrets?” Bernice asked. 

“Because apparently if we DON’T understand why we need to follow a rule, we just DON’T, huh Michelle?” Jane asked. Michelle stood quietly, surrounded on both sides by these two older strict women. 

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Bernice shook her head. 

“Michelle has been told time and time again to keep her name written on the tags of all her panties. And last month she was told to rewrite them as they've started fading from the wash. And does she do it? No, she doesn’t ‘understand’ why she has to.”

“I see.”

“AND Michelle was warned by myself and Marsha to keep herself tidy up front. And does she? No, she lets it go unkempt and then says she’ll shave when I confront her over it.”

“Hmm. Seems like too little too late then.”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll admit, every time I’ve punished her I’ve spotted her name written on her panties and couldn’t figure out why a grown woman needs that. And to be honest, I don’t understand why you need to have her shaved. BUT that’s between you and her, and it doesn’t matter if I don’t understand. And it especially doesn’t matter if Michelle understands. YOU asked her to do something, and she isn’t doing it because SHE doesn’t think she needs to?”

“That’s exactly it.”

“I see. Well you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do I suppose.”

“Mhm. Michelle is going to be dealt with tonight, in front AND in back.” Charlene sat watching all of this unfold, quietly mortified. 

“Listen, if this is a bad time and you need to deal with Michelle’s ‘untidiness’ and her panties, we can come back,” Bernice offered. 

“Nonsense, feel free to stay. After all, this is going to be a lesson for Charlene, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes. Charlene will be dealing with me all summer. Or should I say, *I* will be dealing with *her*. And I guess we picked the perfect time to stop by. Charlene, prepare to get a glimpse of what you’re in for this summer.”

“Agreed,” Jane said. “Bernice, please sit down.” Bernice sat on the loveseat across from the couch. Michelle stood quiet and wildly uncomfortable in the center of the living room as these two older women decided her fate. 

“Do you want to spank her first, or do you want to address her panties and her untidiness first?” Bernice asked. 

“I can spank her first, I don’t want to hold you up.”

“Please, whichever you prefer. We don’t have anywhere to be.”

“You don’t need to shave me in front of them,” Michelle finally spoke. “Especially her, I don’t know her,” she pointed at Charlene. 

“And you didn’t know me before you ended up over my lap,” Bernice said, rolling her eyes. 

“Michelle, enough with your attitude,” Jane said, taking her seat on the couch. “I’ll deal with your bottom before we deal with your other issues. Come here, hands on your head.” Michelle returned to standing before Jane and put her hands on her head once again. 

“Pay attention, Charlene,” Bernice instructed her niece. 

“You see Charlene,” Jane began as she unbuttoned Michelle’s khakis. Charlene watched in horror as she got a glimpse of her future. “Michelle didn’t follow simple rules and had an attitude about it, so this is how she gets dealt with. First we bring down her pants,” Jane tugged down on the sides of Michelle’s khakis and this time brought them down to her ankles. Jane then took Michelle’s orange striped panties by the side. “And most importantly, down go her panties,” she continued instructing as she pulled down Michelle’s underwear, letting them fall into her pants bunched around her ankles. Charlene was in disbelief that this girl only a few years older than her, that she’d only met a few minutes ago, was now naked from the waist down.

“You let her keep her pants and panties on?” Bernice asked. 

“I do, yes.”

“Hm. I usually have her take them off all the way. Everything from the waist down comes off.”

“Well, she can leave them on for now.”

“And you really spank her on her bare butt?” Charlene asked, finally speaking up. 

“I do,” Jane said. “From start to finish. It doesn’t matter what the issue is, where we are, and obviously, who’s here to see. When it’s time to be punished, her pants and panties come down. Now let’s start. Over my lap, Michelle.” Michelle took her hands off her head and took her natural position over Jane’s lap, her legs on the floor but her upper torso on the couch, her ass in Jane’s lap. Jane gave the milky white cheeks a quick rub before beginning spanking them. 

“Now I’ll do a few minutes with my hand before I take an implement to her behind,” Jane explained. Michelle winced as Jane began yet another assault of firm hand swats across her butt cheeks. She gripped the couch cushion and dug her face into a pillow, letting out muffled “ow!”s and Jane did steady swats. Bernice nodded, approving. Charlene shook her head no, horrified. Michelle couldn’t have been more embarrassed - the only thing she hated more than getting spanked was getting spanked in front of an audience. As Jane continued, Michelle began kicking her legs a bit, to which Jane did a few hard swats on her thighs. 

“OW!” Michelle cried aloud. 

“Keep your legs still,” Jane warned, resuming spanking her bottom, swatting hard upwards from the bottom of the cheeks. 

“See how she’s dealt with? No nonsense? That’s how I’m going to be dealing with you this summer,” Bernice warned her niece. 

“But I’m too old to be spanked like that,” Charlene argued. 

“Nonsense. Michelle is 24, 5 years older than you, and this is how she’s punished.”

Jane kept out of their conversation, focused more on turning Michelle’s white cheeks pink. Michelle cringed, taking the stinging smacks as they came and letting out “ahh!”s and “ouch!”es. 

After a few minutes of this, Jane stopped. Michelle’s cheeks were glowing a light pink from halfway down to the sit spot. A good start as far as Jane was concerned. 

“Alright Michelle, stand up,” she instructed. Michelle got herself up, immediately covering herself. Jane stood up as well, walking over to her implement closet and opened it, searching around. Michelle stood there covering herself up while facing the couch, away from Bernice and Charlene. 

“Michelle?” Bernice asked. 

“Yes, Bernice?” Michelle asked, not turning. 

“Turn around. Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Michelle turned her head to face Bernice. “Enough. Turn around. ALL the way.” Michelle winced and turned around. 

“Where are your hands supposed to be?” Bernice asked, nodding her head at Michelle’s hands and motioning upwards. Michelle rolled her eyes and picked her hands up, putting them on her head. Charlene tried to not look, both amazed and scared how much control her aunt had over this stranger. 

“That’s better. Can you tell my niece how your bottom feels?” Bernice asked. 

“It hurts…” moaned Michelle. 

“Good…” Bernice leaned forward and got a closer look at Michelle’s groin. “Jane was right, a little out of control.”

“You’re not going to check that on me, are you Aunt Bernice?” asked a worried Charlene. 

“No, dear. I don’t care about that. BUT that is still something Jane cares about that Michelle disregarded, which is why she’s being punished. But no, I won’t be checking that on you.” Michelle rolled her eyes, wishing she could be so lucky. Jane walked back over to the couch, wooden spoon in hand. She took her seat back on the couch. 

“Back over, Michelle,” she instructed. Michelle once again resumed her position and Jane positioned the wooden spoon on the center of her right cheek. “I think 100 with this spoon is good before we move on to something else.” Bernice smiled, Charlene’s eyes bulged. 

Jane began doing hard smacks with the spoon, hitting the lower half of Michelle’s ass. Michelle let out yelps of pain as Jane did her work, giving each cheek a smack one at a time. Minutes passed, Jane silently giving Michelle’s ass little red splotches. Finally, she stopped. 

“20 to go. I think 10 on each sit spot should be good,” Jane explained, lifting her right cheek with her left hand and exposing the sit spot. She gave it 10 good hard smacks, Michelle gave out 10 good hard cries. She then repeated with the left sit spot. Michelle’s butt was a light red with light red sit spots. It stung, and she was breathing heavy, desperately wanting to rub it and alleviate some of the pain. 

“Stand up, Michelle,” Jane instructed. Again Michelle got herself up, again immediately putting her hands on her head. Jane got up and headed back to the implement closet. 

“Jane, will you be using a cane?” Bernice turned and asked. Michelle and Charlene both gulped. 

“No I don’t think so,” Jane answered, going through the closet. “I don’t think what she’s done warrants a caning.”

“I see. Just wondering.” Jane returned with a wooden bathbrush. 

“No no. I think this will be much more appropriate,” Jane showed the bathbrush off. Michelle shuddered. “Michelle, bend over the couch, stick your bottom out.”

Michelle took her hands off her head and bent over the couch, putting her hands on the back of the couch and sticking her ass out. Jane put her hand on the small of her back and gave a little push down. “Arch your back,” she instructed. Michelle did as she was told. 

“We’ll call it 50 with this bathbrush and that should be the end of her spanking,” Jane announced, putting the bathbrush against her left cheek. She swung her arm back and CRACK! against Michelle’s left cheek. Michelle kicked her leg up, not getting far because of the pants around her ankles. 

“OWWW!” she cried. 

“See? The bathbrush is effective,” Jane declared, patting Michelle’s right cheek with the bathbrush. Swiiing, CRACK! “OW!” again, causing Michelle to jump up. “Back in position,” Jane warned. 

For the next few minutes, Jane did a slow assault on Michelle’s butt with the bathbrush, keeping her left arm on Michelle’s back and her right arm bringing the hits back and forth across her cheeks. Michelle’s butt was now glowing red, her “ow!”s now full on shouts of “OW!” By hit 20, she was tearing up. 

“Okay Michelle, last 10. These will be fast,” Jane warned. Before Michelle could process, Jane swung her arm and did 10 hard, rapid fire smacks, back and forth across both cheeks, making sure smacks 49 and 50 were as hard as she could make them. Michelle at this point broke down and started sobbing. Jane rubbed her red bottom. 

“Nicely delivered,” Bernice commented. 

“Unfortunate that I had to, but it had to be done,” Jane said. She walked back to the closet, placing the bathbrush back. Charlene was silent as a ghost, horrified by the spanking she just saw. 

“Alright Michelle,” Jane began walking back, “stand up and take your pants and panties off. I’ll be right back.”

Michelle stood up slowly and began rubbing her ass. 

“Hey,” Bernice warned. “She didn’t say rub. Do what you were told. Pants and panties off.” Michelle scowled and huffed, lifting her legs up to pull off her pants and panties, and throwing them on the floor and habitually covering up front. “Michelle! Hands!” Annoyed that Bernice was so concerned with her hands, she threw up her hands on her head with a flaring of her nostrils, turning away from the visitors. Bernice was aggravated. “You know what, you’ve been giving me an attitude since I got here, and I’m already annoyed that you would be disrespectful to my mother and mother in law, but now I’ve had enough,” she said, standing up. “Jane, may I take a hand to Michelle’s ass?” Michelle and Charlene both went wide eyed. 

“Of course,” Jane said. “I was going to offer since she disrespected your mother, but figured you’d rather focus on Charlene.”

“Charlene will get it. But first, your roommate. Might I take a look in your closet?”

“Please.”

Bernice walked over to Jane’s implement closet and took a look with her. She returned moments later with Jane’s wooden cane. Michelle’s heart felt and she sobbed a little more. 

“Too late for the tears now,” Bernice warned. “This is my favorite to use. Now bend over the couch, arms on the back. Stick your ass out.” 

Michelle sobbed more, getting into position and sticking her ass out. Bernice stood to the side, tapping the cane against her red cheeks. She stepped back a bit, making sure she was in a spot to get a good swing. 

“I think 25 should be good…” 

Tap tap… swiiish crack! Bernice landed the first hit across Michelle’s cheeks. She jumped up, grabbing her ass with a scream. 

“Back over! Don’t touch!” Bernice commanded. Michelle sobbed, getting back in position. Tap tap… CRACK! Michelle gripped the back of the couch, kicking her left leg up. Bernice used the cane to push her leg back down and returning the cane to her butt. 

Charlene watched in silent horror as her aunt caned this girl with no mercy. Lines began lightly forming as she landed the blows, the spankee screaming and crying. After stroke 10, Bernice lowered the cane and put her hand up to Michelle’s cheeks, rubbing her fingers across the lines. Michelle flinched. 

“You’re lucky you’re getting 25. I SHOULD give you 50. But Jane already did a good job. Trust me; if it was me in charge, I would have done more.” Charlene gulped, Michelle sobbed, Jane watched approvingly from the side. 

Bernice returned to the caning, doing harder and firmer hits lower on Michelle’s cheeks, making sure that the closest spot on cheek closer to the sit spots were marked with lines. Michelle cried and cried, kicking her legs but holding on tight to the couch to avoid going out of position for fear of Bernice adding more. 

Finally, Bernice reached 20. Michelle’s butt was on fire - redder than before with lines marking her. 

“Last 5. They will be tough, they will be fast. Stay in position or I’ll redo them,” Bernice warned. Michelle barely had time to comprehend before Bernice did the 5 hits back to back. On the last hit, she started bawling. Her ass was burning. Bernice lowered the cane, giving it back to Jane who acknowledged 

“That was very well delivered. She won’t be able to sit for a while.” Jane brought the cane back to the closet before walking off to the bathroom. 

“Stand up, Michelle,” Bernice instructed. Michelle did as she was told, wiping her eyes and crying. “Hands.” Michelle’s sniffled and sobbed, putting her hands on her head, facing the couch still. Jane returned a moment later with a razor, a sharpie, some shaving cream and a towel. 

“Jane, is there anything I can do to help?” Bernice asked. 

“Hm. Perhaps you can go to Michelle’s room and get her panties for me? It’s the room down the hall on the right. Top drawer of her dresser.”

“Sure.” Bernice got up and walked off to Michelle’s room. Jane meanwhile laid the towel down on the couch. 

“Lay down on your back, Michelle,” Jane told her. Michelle took her hands off her again, rubbing her eyes and face before laying on her back, embarrassed as could be that she was about to be shaved, especially in front of Bernice and Charlene. 

Bernice returned a moment later with two handfuls of Michelle’s panties, placing them on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. She left again, returning again moments later with another two handfuls, dropping them on the table. 

“Is that it?” Bernice asked. 

“There’s also a hamper in her room,” Jane advised. Michelle was so red in the face. This could not be happening. Bernice left again, returning with 3 more pairs of panties that she held kind of finicky, placing them on the pile. “Would you mind going through each pair? Make sure they’re clean, and put write her name on the tags?”

“Not a problem.” 

Bernice began pulling up one pair at a time, checking each one to make sure they were clean, then using Jane’s sharpie to write “Michelle” on each tag. Charlene watched, mortified that her aunt was going through this girl’s panties. 

Jane meanwhile sprayed the shaving cream around Michelle’s pubic hair. She then took the razor and began shaving. Michelle covered her face with her hands, trying to calm down, hoping that this was just a nightmare and that she’d wake up, but unfortunately for her this was real life. 

“Charlene, can you get me a cup with warm water?” Jane asked. “Cups are in the cupboard above the kitchen sink.” 

Charlene got up silently, feeling terrible that she was assisting in this embarrassing process, filling a cup with some warm water and bringing it back to Jane. 

“Thank you, dear,” she said, putting the cup on the floor and cleaning the razor in it before going back to shaving. Charlene sat again. 

“Char,” Bernice said, “do me a favor. Start going through these panties. Make sure they’re clean and hand them to me so I can put her name in them.”

“Aunt Bernice, I don’t want to touch this girl’s underwear,” Charlene complained. Bernice stopped and looked at her niece. 

“Charlene.”

“Aunt Bernice I don’t wanna go through her underwear looking for stains, that’s gross.”

“I don’t care, do as I say.”

Charlene sucked her teeth and began picking up Michelle’s panties and looking at them. 

“See what I mean?” Bernice asked Jane. 

“I do,” Jane said, still shaving. “The implement closet is there if you need it.” 

“Thanks.” Bernice and Charlene continued going through Michelle’s panties, Charlene inspecting for marks or stains, handing them to Bernice who wrote her name on the tags and waistbands as Jane shaved Michelle. After a few minutes, it was complete. All of Michelle’s panties were inspected and her name was put in all of them, and Jane finished shaving, leaving her with just a little stubble. Michelle had stopped actively crying, still just sniffling and whimpering. 

Bernice picked up the last pair, the ones Michelle had been wearing that day, and checked and tagged them. “Let’s get these away,” she told her niece. They each grabbed two handfuls of Michelle’s panties, walking them back to her room. The clean pairs went in the drawer, while the 3 dirty pairs plus the ones she’d been wearing that day - that Bernice made sure Charlene held - went in the hamper. They returned to the living room where Jane wiped Michelle’s front clean with the towel. 

“Michelle, stand up and thank Bernice and Charlene for helping with your punishment,” Jane instructed. Michelle slowly got up, making sure not to let her butt touch the couch too much for risk of stinging, and once she was up, put her hands on her head, facing Charlene and Bernice. 

“See? Progress,” Bernice noted towards Michelle’s hands. 

“Thank you for helping punish me…” Michelle mumbled and sniffled. 

“Always. I will always punish you when necessary,” Bernice said. 

“Alright Michelle. Go stand in the corner, nose in the corner, hands on your head. Don’t touch your bottom,” Jane instructed. Michelle sniffled, wandered into the corner and took her place facing the corner, red and marked ass on display. 

“Now, let’s deal with you,” Bernice said to her anxious niece. 

“Aunt Bernice, I’m sorry, I-“

“Too late for sorry. We came here so I could get one or two of Jane’s implements to take to your ass. You’ve been nothing but a brat to your mother, your father, your grandmother and me. Even here, I ask for your help and you give me an attitude.”

“I didn’t wanna put my hands on this stranger’s dirty panties!”

“I don’t care what you didn’t want. You’re spending this summer with me so you learn how to behave. And we’re going to start now.” Bernice took a seat on the couch and Jane took a seat on the loveseat to watch. “Stand in front of me, put your hands on your head,” Bernice instructed. Charlene whimpered, standing before her aunt. Bernice unbuttoned her shorts, lowering them to her ankles. She then took the sides of Charlene’s green panties, unrolling them down around her niece’s bubble butt and dropping them so they fell into her shorts at her ankles. Charlene was embarrassed as could be, naked from the waist down in front of her aunt and this stranger. Bernice took Charlene and bent her over her lap, rubbing her butt. 

“About time someone did this,” Bernice commented before she started spanking. She did hard, fast swats on her niece’s butt. Charlene immediately started howling in pain, kicking her legs and throwing her hand back. Bernice took her hand and pinned it to the small of her back before continuing the spanking with her other hand. “No blocking,” Bernice warned. Jane watched approvingly. 

After a few minutes of hand swats, Charlene was near tears. Bernice stopped, rubbing her glowing butt. “Char, this is just my hand. I haven’t even used anything else yet. Jane, would you mind getting me a hairbrush?”

“Of course,” Jane said, going to the closet and getting a wooden hairbrush, bringing it to Bernice and sitting back down again. 

“Thank you,” she said, patting it against her niece’s butt. “We’ll do 100 with the brush and that’ll be it. Unless you have any attitude to give?” Charlene shook her head no, about to cry. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Bernice began doing swift, hard smacks back and forth with no break in between. Charlene began screaming, kicking her legs. 

“OWWW! OUCH! OWWW!”

“Charlene! Relax!”

“It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Bernice did a relentless assault on Charlene’s cheeks, doing hard swats on the lower cheeks, making sure to lift them to hit the sit spots as well. Michelle listened in horror from the corner, tempted to rub her own sore butt but resisting due to the consequences. 

After a few minutes, the 100 swats were delivered. Charlene was crying, her ass sore. Bernice put the brush down and patted her niece’s ass with her hand. 

“Go on, stand up.” Charlene got up, crying and rubbing her ass. 

“Aht Aht. Take off your shoes, take off your pants and your panties and put your hands on your head. You just saw how Michelle gets it.” Charlene sobbed, kicking off her shoes, her shorts and her panties to the foot of the couch and putting her hands on her head. “Turn to Jane, thank her for letting us use her hairbrush to discipline you.” Charlene, embarrassed beyond belief, turned to Jane and said in between sobs,

“Thank you for letting Aunt Bernice use her hairbrush to spank me.”

“You’re very welcome,” Jane said. “And Bernice, my implement closet is always open to you to use what you need on Charlene. And of course you are always free to discipline Michelle, if necessary.”

“Thank you very much, Jane. And if my niece ever gives you any trouble, you are free to discipline her as well.” Charlene sobbed, as did Michelle whine from her corner. “Hush, Michelle, before I take you over my knee. I can’t imagine spanking on cane marks would feel very good,” Bernice warned. “Charlene, go stand in the other corner, nose to the corner with your hands on your head. Don’t rub.” 

Charlene made her way to the opposite corner across from Michelle and put her nose in the corner, still sobbing. Bernice and Jane stood looking at their respective spankees, red bottoms on display in their own corners. They smiled at each other. 

“Would you like a drink?” Jane asked. 

“Sure,” Bernice accepted.

The two older women sat in the kitchen, sharing and drink and laughing and talking together. 

The two young spankees stood in the corners, sniffling and sore, desperately wanting to rub their burning butts. Michelle was angry at Jane and hated Bernice. It was business as usual, her roommate violating her privacy and boundaries and punishing her. As well as Bernice always finding a way to get involved. She hated her so much. But she felt bad for her niece, now exposed to this type of punishment. She hoped her bottom wasn’t too sore. 

Charlene on the other hand was angry at Aunt Bernice, hated Jane, AND hated Michelle. If it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t have ever gotten spanked, as far as she was concerned. Her aunt would never think to spank her if she hadn’t become accustomed to spanking this neighbor girl. Michelle would have to be dealt with appropriately for the trouble she brought upon her, Charlene thought. Either way, it was going to be a long night in the corner with a sore butt, and it was going to be a long summer with Aunt Bernice.