Roommate from Hell: Oversleeping

 “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 over. Where’s your phone?” Jane spotted Michelle’s phone on the coffee table before she could answer and grabbed it and checked it. All her missed calls and texts popped up. “You slept through all of this!?” The angry 50 year old threw the phone down on the couch. 

Michelle’s heart beat fast, knowing there was no happy ending to this. 

“Jane, I’m so sorry, I fell asleep. I didn’t mean to.” Jane’s nostrils flared in response, sending a chill down Michelle’s spine. 

“You fell asleep? I told you on Monday when I left that I’d be back Thursday. You agreed to pick me up from the airport. I texted you this morning and reminded you and gave you my flight info so you could pick me up. And you went to sleep?” Michelle gulped. 

“Jane, I’m so sorry.”

“I rely on you to be a responsible adult, and when I give you a task you can’t even follow it. As always, you act like a disobedient immature child. I had to take an Uber home, Michelle! Do you know how much an Uber costs from the airport? It’s 2 hours away. I spent $250 to get home. $250! AND I had to tip the driver. I paid almost $350 to get home tonight. Of course I expect you to act like a responsible grown adult at 25 years old, and not only can you not do it, but *I* have to pay for it.” Michelle was sweating and nervous. 

“I-I’m sorry Jane, I’m so sorry, I just- I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was gonna get you, I was. I’ll pay you back the money you spent for the ride home.”

“Oh you will pay alright. Stand up,” Jane commanded. The words made Michelle's heart drop. She stood up nervously as Jane headed for her closet of doom. “Hands on your head,” Jane instructed with fury, not even looking Michelle’s way. Michelle stood in front of the couch and put her hands on her head as instructed, watching Jane with fear as she rummaged through her implement closer. 

A few moments later, Jane returned, carrying 5 implements - a wooden hairbrush, a leather strap, a wooden paddle with holes, a wooden bathbrush, and her cane. Michelle went wide eyed spying all these weapons of ass destruction, these items of terror that Jane dropped on the coffee table in a huff. Michelle hadn’t seen Jane this angry in a long time and she was scared to death. 

“See that?” Jane asked, sitting on the couch and pulling Michelle towards her. She took the sides of Michelle’s shorts and began quickly tugging them down. “$250. You’re going to get one smack for every dollar I spent to come home.” She then took Michelle’s purple panties and pulled them down to her ankles. “That’s about 50 per implement,” she declared to her exposed roommate. Michelle let out a whine. “Don’t want to hear it. This is your fault. Bend over my lap.” 

Michelle got into her natural position over Jane’s lap on the couch, her entire body on the couch and her ass in Jane’s lap. Jane reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the hairbrush. 

“I should give you 100 with my hand to start off with to make up for the tip,” she said, starting to smack Michelle’s butt with the brush. “But, I don’t think you deserve the warmup. I’m going to give you the spanking of your life.”

Jane did firm, harder than usual swats with the brush back and forth across the bubbly white cheeks. Michelle grabbed the arm of the couch and squeezed as she let out “ow!s and howls of pain. 

“OW! AHH! OW!” 

“Better get used to it, this is as easy as you’re getting it tonight,” Jane said without sympathy as she worked, doing hard upwards hits to the bottom of Michelle’s bottom. After a few minutes, she stopped. Michelle was breathing hard and in pain. Her ass cheeks had 2 red splotches across them. 

“That’s a start,” Jane said, putting the brush back. “Stand up, take your shorts and your panties off,” came the next instruction. Michelle quickly got up, catching her breath, and she kicked her shorts and panties off from around her ankles. “Go over to the chair and lay on your back, stick your legs up,” Jane commanded.

Michelle walked over to the loveseat and laid down on it on her back and hoisted her legs up, getting into the diaper position. Jane grabbed the bathbrush and walked over to Michelle and pushed down on her legs a bit, making her butt stick out more. 

“Hold your legs back. Don’t let them fall,” Jane instructed. Michelle did as she was told, whimpering in fear as Jane patted the bathbrush to her left sit spot. “Your sit spots are about to become VERY familiar with this,” she taunted. With that, she began her next round of assault. Michelle immediately started screaming in pain as Jane went back and forth across her sit spots. 

“Lower your voice,” Jane warned, not stopping. Michelle let out slightly lower howls of pain, and almost immediately started tearing up. “You’re not going to be able to sit down for a while,” Jane warned, still bringing the bathbrush down. 

Amid her shouts of pain, Michelle held tight to her legs, struggling to not let them fall. “Don’t let those legs come down, or I’ll start over,” Jane warned. Michelle’s sit spots were on fire, having been pink after smack 5 but now turning red at smack 20. 

Michelle held tight to her legs, closing her eyes and shaking her head as she cried and yelped as Jane mercilessly tore up her sit spots. After a few more minutes, she hit 50 and put the bathbrush down. Michelle was beginning to sob, her sit spots burning. 

“Stand up,” Jane said. Michelle gently lowered her legs and stood up, wiping her face while she desperately wanting to be rubbing her butt. She was coughing and crying. “Go stand in the corner, hands on your head. Don’t touch your bottom.” Michelle wandered over to her usual corner, got in and put her hands on her head. Even for someone who got spanked as often as she did, her butt HURT. She sniffled and coughed, facing the corner, wondering if Jane had had a change of heart and this was it. And so she stood. The seconds felt like minutes, the minutes hours. The mystery of whether or not she’d get the next 3 implements, if she’d be able to take them, and when this would happen, ran through her mind nonstop as she tried to calm down and deal with her burning behind. 

After what felt like an eternity, Jane called her back over to the couch where she was sitting. Michelle, having stopped crying and was just now occasionally sniffling, walked back over to Jane, keeping her hands atop her head. 

“Stand before me,” Jane instructed. Michelle did as she was told, keeping her hands on her head. “Turn around; let me see your butt.” Michelle turned, and Jane touched Michelle’s red butt, feeling the heat. Michelle winced, prompting Jane to give her cheek a slap and a warning to stand still. After a few more moments of inspection, Jane spun her back around. 

“Alright. I’ve been thinking. Right now I’m still very, very angry. And while you did make a mistake and should be punished for it, I’m not in the right frame of mind to keep spanking you. So we’re going to call it a night.” Michelle felt a huge wave of relief pour over her. 

“Jane. I am so sorry I overslept and forgot. It was an accident.”

“I know it was. And I’m seeing red right now, not just on your butt. I shouldn’t punish you when I’m angry, because I might overdo it. I discipline to both punish AND teach a lesson. There’s no lesson being learned here, just a punishment.”

“Jane, I promise you I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Michelle, I know you haven’t. And that’s why I’ve decided to give myself time to cool down for continuing to punish you.” Michelle’s relief was immediately squashed, replaced with dread. 

“Continue?!”

“Yes. Tomorrow morning I shall deal with you with a clear mind and punish you appropriately. Be out here in the living room at 8am sharp.”

“Jane, I have work in the morning.”

“Fine then. 7am sharp. Goodnight, Michelle.” Jane got up, put her implements away, then went into her bedroom and shut the door. Michelle felt a flurry of emotions - fear, annoyance, slight relief - as she got redressed and headed to her own room for the evening to prepare for the morning ahead.

Michelle laid on her stomach all night, rubbing her ass under her PJ pants as she struggled to sleep. A spanked behind would normally put her to sleep after the initial pain wore off, but the fear of having to get an early morning punishment - before work! - kept her up all night. Sitting at work would be a nightmare. What would Jane use on her? Would she start the spanking over? Add more implements? More strokes? It filled her with fear. It was a long night, with Michelle sleeping for brief increments before waking again for a while. Finally around 5:30am she fell asleep for the long haul. 

RING RING RING

Michelle’s eyes opened and she was fully awake. It was 6:45am. 15 minutes until the next part of her punishment. She felt hungover despite not drinking. The poor girl got out of bed and quickly used the bathroom, making sure to hover as she peed for fear of putting any pressure on her sore cheeks and sit spots.

Michelle walked out to the living room at 6:55am and found Jane sitting on the couch in an oversized t shirt and PJ pants, waiting.

“Good morning, Michelle,” the older roommate cheerfully offered.

“Mmm,” Michelle moaned monosyllabically.

“Did you sleep?”

“Meh.”

“Are we using our big girl words today?”

“Ugh. No, I barely slept. My ass hurts.”

“As it should. Now, come stand before me.” Michelle walked over to Jane and stood before her, putting her hands on her head before Jane could tell her to. “Now, I’ve thought about it. I was going to give you 250 hits. But I realize that’s a bit excessive for an honest mistake. And I don’t want to be cruel, but I aim to be tough. That’s how you learn and become better. That’s the whole point of why I punish you, to make sure you learn from your mistakes and don’t make them again. Yes, the punishments are embarrassing and of course they hurt, but it’s just to help teach you. You know that, right Michelle?” Michelle thought for a second and nodded. “The spanking I was giving you last night felt like overkill which is why I stopped. I thought about it all night and have decided how to continue and finish. But first…”

Jane took the sides of Michelle’s PJ pants and yanked them down to her knees before doing the same with her panties. “Turn around,” she told her. Michelle turned around, back to Jane. “Bend over.” Michelle bent and stuck her ass out to Jane, who inspected. Her cheeks were light red and a little swollen, tender to the touch as Jane rubbed her finger around it. She lifted up Michelle’s left cheek a bit and rubbed the sit spot. Michelle yelped a bit and jumped. That part was still very sore.

“Hmm. Healing a bit. But unfortunately, it needs to be punished more.” Jane stood up and walked away from the couch. “Turn around and bend over the couch. Hands on the cushion.” Michelle miserably did as she was told as Jane walked over to the implements closet. She returned a few moments later with just the wooden paddle with holes in it.

“Alright,” she said, resting it against Michelle’s cheeks, “you’ll get 30 with this. And that’ll be that. Do you understand?” Michelle nodded. “I said do you understand?”

“Yes m’am,” Michelle squeaked out.

“Good. Hang tight, and don’t leave position.” Jane patted the paddle against Michelle’s cheeks. Then SWISH, CRACK! Michelle let out a scream of pain as the paddle relit her already sore cheeks.

“Don’t shout, it’s too early for that. Take your punishment quietly,” Jane instructed, getting the paddle ready for the next hit. SWISH, CRACK! again. Michelle bounced her ass and kicked her leg up a bit, biting her lip and letting out a stifled groan to avoid screaming.

“How can she have full strength at 7am?!” Michelle quietly wondered as she felt the wooden paddle rest itself against both her cheeks, preparing to strike again.

SWISH, CRACK! Michelle jumped up and down, bouncing her ass.

“Keep your feet down on the ground,” Jane demanded.

“I can’t!” Michelle whined.

“Concentrate. Focus on how you react to the pain.” Jane readied the paddle for another go. Michelle rolled her eyes at Jane’s instruction. SMACK! Michelle’s knees buckled a bit, but she got quickly back into position, not letting her feet come off the floor.

“See? 26 left. I want you to keep your feet on the ground for each hit. Don’t jump, don’t kick.”

SWISH, CRACK! Michelle wiggled, trying to not scream.

“Owwww ow ow ow!” she whined.

For minutes, Jane doled out the paddling. Michelle held back her screams and shouts of pain, letting out various “ow!”s and “ah!”s while doing her best to keep her feet planted. She wiggled, buckled her knees, bounced her butt, and shook, but didn’t let her feet leave the floor. After a while Jane stopped and examined Michelle’s cheeks. They were glowing red again, the dulled fire now sparked again. Michelle’s eyes were slightly teary. Her ass hurt so much.

“Are you learning a lesson?” Jane asked.

“Yes m’am. I’ll be more responsible and considerate of others,” Michelle answered.

“Good. Now you have 10 left. And let’s make it a little more challenging.”

“Huh?”

“Take your pajama bottoms and panties off all the way,” Jane instructed. Michelle stood up and pushed them all the way to her ankles, pulling them off one leg at a time and dropping them in a clump on the floor. “Back in position.” Michelle bent back over and Jane pushed down on the small of her back.

“Arch your back, stick your bottom out. 10 more. And with how good you’ve been at not screaming and not kicking, I want you to stay still for each hit. Don’t buckle, don’t wiggle. Don’t move. And not a sound out of you either.”

“Jane, that’s unreasonable.”

“No, unreasonable is oversleeping and shirking your responsibility. Now do as I say.” Jane steadied the paddle for hit number 16. SWISH, CRACK! Michelle gripped the couch, biting her lip and clenching her cheeks, trying her best not to move or say anything. “Unclench,” Jane warned. Michelle obliged.

Pat pat. Swish, CRACK! Michelle let out a tiny whimper as she struggled to not let out anything or move from position. This was an extra level of torment.

7 more came, each hit harder than the last, each time Michelle struggled more and more to follow Jane’s instructions. Her knees felt weak, her arms were tired from holding on. Her eyes stung from the tears that she was holding back along with the shouts of agony. But still, she followed Jane’s rules.

Jane positioned the paddle for one more hit. With all her strength, she swung back and SMACKKKKKED! it up against Michelle’s red butt. Michelle opened her mouth, letting out a silent scream, and ended up jumping up in the air from the impact. She landed on the floor and immediately got back in position. Jane put the paddle down and carefully inspected her roommate’s burning bottom. After a moment she stopped rubbing.

“That's the end of your spanking. You did a good job concentrating. We’ll have to add that kind of thing to your spanking. Not just enduring physically but mentally as well. Can’t have you just disappear mentally during punishment; you need to be aware the entire time. But this time is over. I forgive you for oversleeping and not picking me up.”

“Good. I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Now stand up.” Michelle did as she was told, and immediately went to rub her butt. Jane took her arm. “Nuh uh. Hands on your head, get to the corner. 10 minutes.”

“But Jane.”

“Do you need more paddling?” Michelle shook her head, threw her hands atop and hurried into the corner, nose to the wall. Jane put the paddle away and began making herself a cup of coffee. Michelle stood in the corner, desperately wanting to rub her ass and not sure how she was going to survive the weekday, but glad she didn’t get the strap or cane either like Jane wanted to. 

After 10 minutes, Jane let Michelle out, who immediately rubbed her burning behind before getting ready for a long work day. 

Michelle went to work that day, quiet and clearly in pain, but none of her coworkers could figure out why, nor could they figure out why she stood all day to work instead of sitting on her chair. 

“She’s a weirdo,” one person thought. “Probably didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“Maybe she overslept,” one coworker wondered.

And funnily enough, for the sake of our sore, red-bottomed heroine, they were both right.