Roommate from Hell: No Mercy

 Michelle was sitting at the kitchen table working on her laptop one summer evening when there was a knock at the door. She went and opened it, only to find Bernice there. It sent a chill down her spine. 

“Hello Michelle. I hope you’re behaving,” Bernice said. 

“Uhh yes, I am. What are you doing here?”

“Is Jane around?”

“Uh yeah, let me get her.”

Bernice walked in past Michelle, making her suck her teeth and roll her eyes as she shut the door. Bernice took notice of the moment as Michelle knocked on Jane’s bedroom door. 

“Jane, Bernice is here for you,” she alerted before returning to her seat at the kitchen counter. Bernice stood in the middle of the apartment, Michelle staring at her laptop but unable to focus. She remained quiet, ignoring this woman but fearing why she was there. Every time she came across Bernice, she ended up over her lap. Jane came out a moment later, looking surprised. 

“Hello Bernice,” she said, hugging her. Michelle scowled at this, not a big fan of how friendly they were. 

“Hello, Jane!”

“What brings you here?”

“Well I wanted to ask for a favor. Would I be able to borrow an implement or two from your closet? Charlene has it coming.”

“Of course. What’re you looking for?”

Jane took Bernice to her closet and let her dig around. Michelle watched from behind her laptop screen, aggravated that this woman was a now almost-regular presence in her life, and always for the sake of discipline. Bernice ended up taking a wooden paddle and a leather strap and leaving. 

“She’s nice,” Jane commented once she was gone. 

“Pft,” Michelle muttered in response. 

“Be nice, Michelle.”

Bernice appeared at Michelle and Jane’s door a few more times over the weeks to ask for and then return implements that she’d use on her 19 year old niece. Jane would happily oblige her and give her tips on which implements would work best for certain scenarios. Usually Michelle would be watching tv or in her room, never paying her any mind, so these visits were quick and uneventful. 

That is until one evening when Bernice knocked on the door and she heard Jane say “stay where you are.” Bernice smiled to herself, figuring what must be going on inside. A moment later, Jane opened the door, looking a little tired and sweaty. 

“Hello Bernice. Need an implement?”

“I do, yes. Everything okay?”

“Yes, come in. Just taking care of business.” Bernice walked in and her suspicions were  validated when she saw Michelle in the living room bent over the arm of couch, her jeans and orange panties bunched up around her ankles. Her bare ass was up in the air, her cheeks covered in red splotches. On the coffee table sat a brown leather strap. 

“Oh dear. Dare I ask what’s going on?” Bernice asked. 

“Michelle decided she wanted to mouth off to me as of late. She’s been giving me snarky and rude responses when talking to me. Well, if her mouth is gonna be smart, then her bottom will smart twice as much.” Bernice shook her head. 

“A shame. So disrespectful. Well, I’m sure you’re taking care of her properly. Speaking of?”

Jane took Bernice to the closet while Michelle stayed bent over, embarrassed and sore. After a few moments, Bernice took a bathbrush and a wooden spoon. 

“Thank you again, Jane. I’ll bring them back tomorrow. Good luck with Michelle. Give her a few swats for me, since she rolled her eyes at me when I came by a few weeks ago.”

“She did what?” Jane asked. Michelle silently filled with rage. 

“Mhm. When I first stopped by for implements a few weeks ago, Michelle rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth at me.”

“Is that so? Is that true, Michelle?” Michelle didn’t answer, knowing her fate had been further sealed. “I see. Well Bernice I’m sorry she disrespected you like that. Clearly she’s very much earned this punishment on not just my behalf, but yours as well. And if you want to give her a few smacks yourself…”

“You know what, that nasty encounter has been on my mind. Sure, I’d love to.” Michelle’s heart sank as she watched Bernice put the brush and spoon down on the kitchen counter. “I have a few minutes to spare, my niece won’t be home until later,” Bernice said as she took off her coat and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair. Jane and Bernice approached Michelle, Bernice putting the back of her hand to Michelle’s left butt cheek as Jane stood back a few feet. “Mm. Warm. How many are you giving her?”

“I gave her 50 with my hand as a warm up before I bent her over to give her 100 with the strap. Michelle, what number did we get up to?”

“42…” Michelle muttered. 

“Hmm. Do you want me to use the strap too, or do you want me to leave that for you and I’ll use something else? I am partial to the cane,” Bernice asked. Michelle was sweating at the thought of a mid-strapping caning. 

“You can use the strap if you want,” Jane answered. 

“Then the strap it is.”

Bernice picked up the strap and slapped it against the palm of her hand to feel the power, Michelle cringing at the sound. “Ooh I like this one. I think I’ll give her 30. 15 for rolling her eyes and 15 for sucking her teeth.” Bernice stood back, resting the strap against Michelle’s cheeks. 

“However many you want to give her is fine by me. You could give her 100 if you want. But they DON’T count towards her 100 from me,” Jane said sternly. Michelle let out a whine at this. 

“I think 30 should be fine, unless she needs more,” Bernice said. She pulled back and SLAP!ed Michelle’s ass with the strap. Michelle jumped up, letting out a yell. 

“Back in position,” Bernice warned. 

“Michelle, we’ve discussed you staying still haven’t we? Focusing and concentrating?” Jane asked as Michelle got back into position for the next hit. 

SMACK! came the next one. Michelle gripped the couch cushion, bouncing her butt up and down a bit in an attempt to not move her legs. 

“That’s a little better,” Bernice noted and she readied the strap to meet Michelle’s behind again. 

“We’re working on Michelle staying still when getting spanked,” Jane explained. “No kicking or flailing her legs, no jumping or wiggling her ass, and no trying to mentally ignore the punishment. She has to concentrate on staying still and taking the punishment without a fuss. That means no whining or yelling either.” Bernice nodded as she positioned the strap across Michelle’s cheeks. 

“Is that so? How is that working?”

“She’s trying.”

“I see. I like that. We’ll see how she does. Michelle, that applies to my 30 too. Concentrate and don’t move or whine. Take your punishment quietly without fuss.”

“And for every time she moves out of position, that spank doesn’t count.”

“That’s good motivation.”

Bernice kept the strapping going at a steady pace. She kept a medium range of strength going. Michelle held on tight to the couch, trying her best but failing to keep perfectly still and not whine. 

On the 9th hit from Bernice, Michelle kicked her leg up a bit, not getting very far because of her jeans and panties at her ankles. 

“That one doesn’t count.” Bernice chided. She slapped again and Michelle managed to stay more still. 

SMACK! Michelle managed to stay near perfectly still and quiet on the 17th hit from Bernice. Her ass was more red and starting to swell a bit. Bernice rubbed it, making Michelle flinch and pull away. 

“Stay still I said,” Bernice warned, giving her a firm smack with her hand. “I’m trying to not overexert myself since I have another spanking to dole out to my niece and I want to make sure I have the strength to punish her properly. And since Michelle has another 60 coming from you, I figure no need to go TOO hard.”

“Understood,” Jane commented. Bernice did the rest of her hits, Michelle struggling to stay still but taking them regardless, trying to keep her “ow”s to a minimum. Bernice put the strap down after and inspected her work, putting the back of her hand against the red cheeks. Michelle’s ass was warmer and redder than before. 

“Well hopefully my 30 will help teach her a lesson. Thanks again, Jane.” Bernice gave a final slap, making Michelle moan. 

“Not a problem, anytime. Michelle, apologize to Bernice for disrespecting her and thank her for punishing you,” Jane instructed. 

“I’m sorry for being disrespectful. Thank you for punishing me,” Michelle said, annoyed and still bent over the couch arm. Jane huffed, stormed over and slapped Michelle’s right ass cheek, making her squeal. 

“Michelle! You didn’t even look at her. We’re dealing with rudeness, aren’t we? Stand up to apologize and thank her to her face.” 

“It’s this generation,” Bernice said of the woman half her age, squeezing her left butt cheek, making her squirm. “They don’t understand respect. When I’m talking to someone I want them looking me in the eye. I want to talk to YOU, Michelle, especially since I let the strap talk to your butt.” She let go and gave another firm slap that also made Michelle yelp. 

Bernice and Jane backed up together as Michelle pushed herself up off the couch and turned around covering her crotch, facing the two older women.

“Bernice. I’m sorry I-“

“Ahem,” Bernice interrupted her, gently reaching forward and taking hold of Michelle’s left arm. “Hands on your head.” Michelle scrunched her face for a second before slowly lifting her hands and putting them on her head, exposing herself to the two women, who looked her up and down. 

“Don’t pout, Michelle. You know the rules. When you’re being punished, your hands are to be on your head when you’re not being spanked. I don’t know why I need to remind you of that all the time,” said Bernice.

“She’s right,” Jane chimed in. “I’m not sure why you try to cover up. Bernice is allowed to punish you. She’s allowed to see your butt. And every time you cover up or don’t put your hands on your head like you KNOW you’re supposed to, you’re breaking a very clear rule. And honestly, that’s being incredibly disrespectful to her. And so you can add that to your apology as well.” 

“I’m being disrespectful by not showing her my vagina?” Michelle asked, aggravated. She was embarrassed, red in the face and sweating from both the way she was exposed to these two older women, but also how much her ass hurt. Bernice was unamused with Michelle’s tone. 

“First of all, watch your mouth before I take a cane to your ass. Second of all, I’m not looking for you to show me your vagina. But when you’re between positions or implements, your hands are to be on your head. You know that. I’ve known you and dealt with you for only 1/10th of the time Jane has and I know it. And I have to remind you every time. And every time you don’t put your hands on your head when you know you’re supposed to, you’re disrespecting me or whoever else is dealing with you. It’s not about trying to see your vagina, it’s about your hands being on your head when they’re supposed to be. And I don’t want to talk to you like you’re stupid, but if your hands are on your head while your panties are down, then yes, your vagina is gonna be out, and I am gonna see it. It’s a side effect of your punishment. But it’s YOUR fault for being in this position in the first place.”

“Very well put,” Jane said. “So don’t complain. You always get punished on your bare bottom. This isn’t new. And you know, to answer your question for myself? Yes. The reason I take your panties down while you’re standing up before me is because yes, your vagina does show and like Bernice said, the embarrassment is part of the punishment.”

“It’s why I take them down for her like that,” Bernice agreed. 

“Exactly. The exposure, you being undressed by someone else, being half naked in front of myself, Bernice, and whoever else we see fit to watch or punish you as well? That’s just as much part of the punishment as the actual spanking itself - the pain AND the humiliation. How do you feel right now Michelle? Besides your bottom hurting, how does it feel to be in this position, standing before us naked from the waist down with your hands on your head? Be honest.”

“It’s embarrassing!” Michelle whined. 

“Like it’s supposed to be. And this isn’t just for me and Bernice. Anyone I deem okay to punish you or watch you be punished is absolutely allowed to see you naked below the waist and prepare you the way I do. Front AND back. That goes for myself, Marsha, Bernice, Bernice’s mother and her mother in law. And if I or Bernice need to punish you in front of a friend or relative? When my niece Kim comes to stay, or if Bernice’s husband is home, and one of us needs to give you a spanking while they’re in the room? Or if one of them needs to spank you? Well they’re going to see your bare butt AND, if they prepare you the way I do, your vagina too. So you have to deal with it. Yes, we only want your bare butt for punishment. But your vagina being on display too? Well, that’s not what we’re after for punishment, but it is what it is. And at this point we’ve all seen it - I’ve seen you naked below the waist a thousand times now. I could probably draw your butt from memory. Don’t want to be seen naked below the waist? Behave and follow the rules and don’t be a brat, and we won’t see your ass OR your vagina. But everytime you are, we will. Deal with it. Now the next words better not be anything else besides an apology to Bernice.”

“Thank you, Jane,” Bernice said. She folded her arms, waiting for the half naked girl with her hands on her head to speak. Michelle silently processed the lecture she got, eyes closed, before inhaling and opening her eyes. 

“Bernice. I’m sorry I was rude and disrespectful to you. Thank you for punishing me so I learn,” Michelle managed to get out through gritted teeth. 

“And?” Jane asked. Michelle let out an exhale of angry air through her nose. 

“And I’m sorry for not apologizing to you properly. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up, or put my hands on my head. I’m sorry I tried covering up. You’re allowed to punish me, so you’re allowed to see everything below my waist. I shouldn’t be trying to hide anything.” Michelle hated herself for saying that out loud. Bernice nodded and smiled. 

“Thank you, Michelle. And you’re right, I am. Every time I punish you, I’m going to see your butt, and I’m going to see your vagina so you better get used to it. Speaking of, good luck with your 60 more. Hopefully you start respecting your elders so we don’t need to keep doing this. Almost every time I see you I end up seeing you naked below the waist, too.”

“I hope so too,” Jane said, picking up the strap again. “But, every time I need to do this, I will. Speaking of, Michelle, cheer up, we’re no longer going to see your vagina because now you’re going to bend over the couch again and stick out your bottom.” Michelle silently took her hands off her head and resumed her position over the couch. Jane put her hand on the small of Michelle’s back. “Stick it out,” she warned again. Michelle arched her back and stuck her butt out more. Bernice gave her left cheek a smack. 

“Good. And if you ever need Michelle punished and you can’t do it, you can always send her my way,” Bernice offered. “My apartment door is always open and unless my niece is over it, my lap is always available for her to be bent over.”

“I definitely will if I need to. Thanks again.” Bernice left and Jane returned to Michelle. 

“Now, where were we?” she asked, putting the strap into position across Michelle’s red ass cheeks. “58 to go.” 

Michelle hated Bernice. And she hated that she always ended up spanking her. And especially that she offered for Jane to send her to her when she feel she needed to. But hopefully that wouldn’t happen. Not again.

SLAP!

“OW!” Michelle jumped up into the air. 

“Stay still!”

 It was a week later when Michelle came home from work to find a note waiting for her from Jane. She’d just wanted to come home and relax knowing that Jane and Marsha would be at a concert all night, instead finding a note reading “Michelle - you left leftovers in the fridge AGAIN way past expiration and they stunk the place up today. I could’ve eaten something and gotten sick. We’ve spoken about you paying attention over and over and you still haven’t learned. Go see Bernice for a spanking - or you will get one worse when I get home. She can use anything she likes out of the closet. Jane.”

Michelle stomped her foot in anger - she knew Jane wouldn’t text this to her so she couldn’t find a reason to stay out and avoid being punished. The girl hemmed and hawed on how to handle this before accepting that there was no way out. After using the bathroom, she washed her face and stood at the kitchen table, nervously scrolling her phone for a bit before deciding to stop delaying the inevitable. Michelle took the note and headed for Bernice’s. 

A few minutes later, she knocked on the door, only to be surprised when Charlene, Bernice’s 19 year old niece answered. Charlene, not a fan of Michelle, scowled. 

“What do you want?” she asked. 

“I uh, is Bernice here?”

“No. Why.” Michelle felt a sort of uneven wave of relief and nervousness wash over her. 

“Oh. I needed to see her. Do you know when she’ll be home?”

“No. She and my uncle and my grandparents are at a family reunion until tomorrow.”

“Oh. Good. I mean, uh, okay. That’s fine.” Charlene spotted the note in Michelle’s hand and ripped it out of her hand, catching her off guard. “What’s this?”

“Hey! Give me that!”

“Hmm… you’re coming to see my aunt for a spanking? Seriously?”

“No, I mean, I need that!” Charlene held the note back, up in the air in the apartment, away from Michelle. She thought for a second. 

“Be a shame if I ripped this up and my aunt never saw it. I don’t think your roommate would like that, huh.”

“Hey stop! I need that letter!”

“Oh do you? So my aunt can spank you? I should rip this up right now so my aunt can say she never saw it and you get it worse from your roommate.”

“Stop that! I’ll tell them what you did!”

“Yeah? And who’s my aunt gonna believe? She loves me. She doesn’t like you at all. And who’s your roommate gonna believe? Aunt Bernice or you?” Michelle thought for a second and realized this girl was right. She was caught in a bind. 

“So what? You’re just gonna rip that letter up and let me get in trouble?”

“No, actually…I think *I’m* going to spank you instead.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s that or I rip the letter up and let you get in worse trouble.”

“I.. what? No!”

“Mhm. I told you when we met that I’d get you. So what’s it gonna be? A spanking from me, or a spanking from both Aunt Bernice and Jane?” Michelle thought for a second. She was getting so tired of every woman in this family spanking her. But she knew she’d get it far worse from the older women. Finally she hung her head down. 

“Fine. You.” Charlene smiled. 

“Good. Now let’s go back to your apartment.”

“Why?”

“Because this letter says Bernice can use any implement. So let’s go see that closet.”

A few minutes later, a nervous and upset Michelle walked back into her apartment, followed by an excited Charlene. In her back pocket was Jane’s note, the only thing locking Michelle into this nightmare. Charlene shut the door and locked it.

Michelle kicked her shoes off and walked sheepishly to Jane’s implement closet, standing next to it with her head down. 

“Nah not yet,” Charlene said, kicking off her shoes and heading for the living room. “We have all night to get to what’s in there and I’m in no rush. I’m going to start with my hand. Come here.” Charlene took a seat on the center of the couch and Michelle nervously walked over to her and stood before her. 

“First things first, I know how my aunt Bernice does it to me, so that’s how I’m gonna do it to you. Put your hands on top of your head,” came the next instruction. Michelle put her hands on top of her head and watched with terror as Charlene reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis. She began tugging down on the sides of them. “Don’t need these, that’s for sure,” she commented, bringing them down to Michelle’s knees. She then took the sides of Michelle’s panties, light purple with Care Bears on them, and began taking them down as well. 

“And definitely don’t need your underwear up…” she commented, bringing them down to meet Michelle’s pants at her knees. Michelle closed her eyes, embarrassed as always as she felt her panties descend down her thighs. “Alright,” Charlene said, patting her lap. “Let’s get started, get over my knee. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” Michelle took her hands off her head and laid on the couch over Charlene’s knees, her ass in her lap. Charlene began rubbing Michelle’s cheeks and making them wiggle. “I’ve waited quite a while to have this ass in my lap,” Charlene commented. 

“Why?” Michelle squeaked out. 

“Because,” Charlene began, giving her a firm smack, “I was supposed to be enjoying my last summer vacation before getting a job. Going to the beach every day and getting fucked up, hanging out with my friends and getting high. I looked forward to it all fucking year. But no, I have to spend it here with my aunt getting spanked all the goddamn time. And you know why?” Charlene gave Michelle’s cheeks each one hard spank each. “Because of YOU. My aunt told my mom about you, and my mom decided that if YOU’RE still getting spanked in your mid 20s, I can still get spanked at 19. So instead of getting lit with my friends all summer, I’m here getting my ass lit up because of YOU. So if I can’t sit this summer, neither can you.” Charlene began doing firm swats back and forth across Michelle’s cheeks, making her squirm and yelp.

“And if you go squealing to anyone, I’ll tell my auntie how rude you were to me. And your roommate how you tried to get out of being punished.”

“OW OW! I wasn’t rude! Ouch!”

“And like I said; who’s my aunt gonna believe? She doesn’t like you. And your roommate will believe my auntie over you. So tonight your ass is mine. I’m getting revenge on you for fucking up my summer. And I’m showing you NO. MERCY.”  

Michelle whined at how screwed she was as Charlene continued doing firm swats upwards to the lower half of her cheeks. She began kicking her legs up, and Charlene smacked her on her thighs. 

“OW!” Michelle cried. 

“Keep your legs down. I’ve paid attention to how my aunt spanks AND I’ve googled tips and tricks on how to properly spank for when I finally got your ass in my lap. You’re dealing with an expert here. So keep still unless you want your thighs to join in.”

Charlene resumed spanking quietly. Michelle gripped the couch cushion and tried to keep still, her ass stinging as Charlene worked. After all this time of being spanked by Jane, Marsha, and Bernice’s family, Michelle could almost handle spanking as punishment. But this was spanking just to hurt, and boy did it. 

After a few minutes of nonstop swats, Charlene stopped and inspected Michelle’s pink cheeks. 

“That was a good warm up. Consider yourself lucky I started with my hand.”

“Thanks,” Michelle said flatly. Charlene frowned. 

“Definitely don’t like that attitude. Guess it’s time to take things up a notch. Get up.” Michelle got up on to her feet and covered herself up as her pants and panties began to fall a bit down to her shins. “Nuh uh. You know the drill. Put your hands on top of your head,” Charlene instructed. Michelle turned her back to Charlene and threw her hands atop her head. “Uh excuse you? Turn back around,” Charlene growled. Michelle scowled and turned back around, facing the girl younger than her who looked her up and down. Charlene giggled. “What’s the matter?”

“You don’t need to see my vagina,” Michelle said annoyed. 

“True. But it embarrasses you, so that’s part of the fun. I’m in charge of you right now so I can look at whatever I want to. Besides, I already saw it when I took your underwear down, so what’s the difference?” Michelle rolled her eyes. Like aunt, like niece. “Don’t be so bashful. Last time I was hear I had to literally go through your dirty underwear making sure you had your name on them. I’ve seen everything I need to see from you. And I’m gonna be seeing your ass all night so this is a different view for a bit. Now stay here while I go get something else.”

Charlene walked over to the implement closet where her aunt and both her grandmothers had been before and opened it and looked around. 

“Hmm… what to use first,” she sadistically pondered aloud. “So many options…” Michelle watched in fear, worried at what this cruel spanker might select. Her fears were answered as Charlene returned moments later with a wooden hairbrush. She sat back down and patted her lap. 

“Back over. We’ll start with this before we move on to something else.” Michelle took her hands off her head and slowly bent back over. 

“How many things are you using?” Charlene pulled her close to her stomach with her left hand and pressed the brush against her ass with the right. 

“However many I feel like. There’s a whole closet of fun stuff, I’m not just gonna use 1 or 2. I haven’t been able to sit all summer, so I’m gonna make sure YOU can’t sit all YEAR.” Michelle let out a whine as Charlene began spanking her with the brush. She did firm swats across each cheek. Charlene hummed a bit as she swatted, Michelle whining and letting out “ow!”s. “Oh hush. This is only fun toy 1,” Charlene said wickedly. 

Charlene kept the hits going for a few minutes, Michelle kicking her feet while letting out “ow!”s and “ouch!”es. Charlene paid it no mind, a big smile on her face as she worked. After doing a few minutes of steady back and forth, she began doing 10 in a row fast on each cheek. By the time she was on the right cheek, Michelle was whining loud and throwing her hand back. 

“OW OW OW!” she cried. Charlene stopped spanking and grabbed Michelle’s hand with her left and pinned it to the small of her back. 

“Stop trying to block,” Charlene warned before returning to swatting Michelle’s right cheek. Once she finished 10, she stopped and admired her handiwork. “Getting there. Stand up.” She let go of Michelle’s hand and Michelle managed to get herself off and threw her hands atop her head, fighting every urge to rub her butt. Charlene stood up and retuned to the implement closet and dug around, Michelle watching from the couch in terror.  

After a few moments, she returned with a wooden yard stick. Michelle and Charlene each eyed it curiously - Jane never used it before. 

“Alright, I think it’s time we started to focus on your sit spots. Lay on your back and stick your legs up.”

“I don’t want to take anymore,” Michelle whined. Charlene got up in her face. 

“You’re going to take everything I give you. And the more you make me wait, the more I’m gonna give you. So quit while you’re ahead and do what I say.” Michelle let out a little sigh as she took her hands off her head and laid down on her back on the couch. She then lifted her legs up, getting into diaper position. As she did, her panties and khakis began sliding down. 

“That’s not gonna work,” Charlene said as she put the yardstick down on the coffee table. She took Michelle’s khakis by the legs and began pulling up on them, bringing them up her legs until she pulled them all the way off. She dropped them on the floor before taking Michelle’s panties that had fallen on to her ass and sliding those up as well, getting them off Michelle completely and dropping them on the floor with her pants. Charlene stood back, resting the yardstick against the now exposed tight sitspots. 

“Alright, you’re gonna get 30 with this on your sit spots. Don’t drop your legs.” Charlene pat Michelle’s sit spots with the yardstick before lifting up and bringing it down with force. Michelle let out a howl, immediately dropping her legs. 

“YOWWWCH!”

“Hey! Lift your legs back up!” Charlene demanded, smacking her legs with the yardstick. Michelle yelped from the smacks on her legs as she quickly lifted them, back into diaper position. She reached her arms up and grabbed her knees in an attempt to stay in position. Charlene rested the yardstick on her tight sit spots again. Again, she hit. Michelle scrunched her face and let out a yelp as she kept ahold of her legs. 

“Good. Drop them again and we’ll have to go to 50.”

Charlene did her remaining 29 smacks with the yardstick, all short and firm, all on Michelle’s sit spots. Michelle kept a firm grip, uncomfortable as hell, yelling and screaming all the way. After the 30th hit, Charlene rubbed Michelle’s sit spots which were now very tender and sore. Michelle tensed up and yelped, making Char giggle. 

“Hehe. Getting there. Time for something new.” Michelle lay in position, sore and upset as Charlene returned to the closet, putting the yardstick away and returning a few moments later with Jane’s bathbrush. “Get back up,” Char commanded. 

Michelle rolled herself over and stood up, Charlene sitting back on the couch and pulling Michelle back over her lap. She laid the bathbrush down on the small of Michelle’s back and took her phone out from her pocket, fiddling with it before putting it down and picking the bathbrush back up. She laid it against Michelle’s left cheek, making her flinch and let out a little gasp in fear. 

“I set an alarm for 5 minutes. That’s how long I’m going to use this bath brush on just your left c. Once it’s over I’ll restart the timer and do 5 minutes on just your right cheek. Are you ready?”

“No,” Michelle whined. 

“Heh. Too bad.”

Charlene began her assault on Michelle’s left cheek with the bathbrush, doing firm and hard swats. Michelle gripped the couch cushion and dug her face in a pillow, crying from how hard and endless this spanking was. Charlene was not kidding when she meant no mercy, as she kept the hits coming with no break until the alarm finally went off. 

“Well, that’s one cheek, now let’s focus on the other,” Charlene giggled as she set the timer on her her phone for 5 minutes before beginning to spank Michelle’s right cheek. She didn’t stop, doing hard swats over and over as Michelle screamed and cried into the pillow, kicking her legs and shaking from the pain. But for as endless as this was, this part of the punishment seemed to last longer than the first cheek for both Michelle and eventually Charlene. 

“Jeez. How much longer left?” Charlene asked, stopping the spanking and checking her phone. After a moment she giggled. “Whoops, forgot to set the alarm on that one. Well, better set it for 5 now and start over…” Michelle let out a huge sob at this as Charlene began assaulting her right cheek again. 

Another endless 5 minutes passed, and this time the alarm went off and Charlene stopped. Once she turned her phone alarm off, she put the bathbrush down and inspected Michelle’s ass. It was red, hot, and starting to bruise a bit. 

“Starting to get somewhere back here…” she said, carefully checking the bruising. Michelle was still sobbing into the pillow. “Alright, I’m hungry, get up,” she instructed. Michelle took a second to regain herself before pushing herself up off Charlene’s lap and on to her feet. She immediately grabbed at her butt and started rubbing to try and put out the fire. “Nuh-uh, don’t touch that,” Charlene said, grabbing her arm. “Get dressed, we’re going back to my aunt’s.”

”I’m not hungry,” Michelle whined, wiping her tears away and sniffling. 

“I don’t care, I am. And I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’re not done. But I need energy. So get dressed.”

Michelle got dressed again, carefully putting her panties and pants on over her burning behind and she followed Charlene back to Aunt Bernice’s apartment. Once inside, Charlene locked the door behind them and headed into the kitchen. Michelle stood quietly in the living room by herself, checking her phone and wanting to go home. After a few minutes, Charlene came out into the living room to a scared Michelle. 

“I’ve got something in the microwave for now. In the meantime, pull down your pants and your underwear again.” Michelle quickly unbuttoned her khakis and shoved them and her panties down once again for fear of upsetting her terrorizer. “Good, now go stand in the corner by the window with your hands on your head and stay there. We’ll call this halftime.” Michelle sniffled as she walked to the corner and put her hands atop her head, her red ass on display. Charlene returned to the kitchen and came back a few moments later with a microwaveable meal. She sat on the couch and ate, checking her phone and checking the spanked bottom in the corner to make sure it wasn’t being rubbed. 

Michelle stood in the corner, tired, sweaty, in pain. Her ass hurt so much. What did Charlene mean by “halftime”? Surely the spanking couldn’t ONLY be halfway done. She couldn’t handle anymore as it was. 

When Charlene was done, she brought her garbage into the kitchen to dispose of it. A moment later she came back into the living room. 

“Okay Michelle, get dressed, we’re going back to your place.”

“Wha? Why?” Michelle asked, still facing the corner. 

“Because that’s where the stuff to spank you with is? Don’t be stupid, c’mon.”

Michelle pulled her panties and pants up before turning around and leaving the corner. 

“I don’t want to take anymore. It hurts enough,” she moaned. 

“I don’t think so,” Charlene said, opening the door for her. “There’s a few more things I want to try on you. I told you. You’re not gonna sit for a while. No. Mercy.”

Michelle sniffled and whined as she and Charlene walked back to the apartment. Once they were inside, Michelle locked the door and kicked her shoes off. Her and Charlene walked into the living room, Charlene heading for the implement closet once again. 

“Okay, pants down, panties down, bend over the couch and stick your ass out,” Charlene instructed her. Michelle undressed herself again, shoving everything below her waist down to her ankles and took position as her tormentor dug into the closet of torture. After a moment she pulled out a wooden paddle and approached her. Michelle saw it and put her head down and whined. 

“I really can’t take anymore. It hurts too much,” she moaned as Charlene rested the paddle against her red cheeks. 

“I’ll decide when it hurts enough,” Charlene said with no pity. 

“I don’t even know why you’re spanking me, I didn’t do anything to you on purpose,” Michelle said, eyes refilling with tears. Charlene answered first with a swift smack from the paddle. Michelle let out a scream, jumping up and grabbing her ass. 

“Don’t touch, back over,” Charlene demanded. Michelle began to cry as she got back in position. “You didn’t do anything TO me,” SWISH, SMACK! “But because of YOU I’ve had to spend my entire summer getting fucking SPANKED!” SWISH, SMACK! “I had to go through your dirty underwear.” SWISH, SMACK! “My entire summer has been RUINED because of you. So this is my revenge for everything that’s happened to me because of YOU!” SWISH! SMACK! Michelle gripped the couch tight, screaming and sobbing from all the hits of the paddle, moving her ass as it struck. 

“If it were up to me, every time I get spanked, I’d give it double to you. So I’m just making up for all the lost punishments I owe you.”

“I fucking hate you,” Michelle let out between sobs. 

“Likewise.” SMACK!

Michelle fell forward on to the couch, grabbing her ass and crying. Her ass was dark red and swollen. 

“Back in position!” Char demanded. 

“No!” Michelle yelled out in tears. Michelle actually got off the couch and stood up. “Get the fuck out of my apartment!” She pointed at the door, so angry and incensed that she didn’t even bother covering herself up. 

“Excuse you?!”

“You’re not spanking me to discipline me! You’re torturing me! I don’t have to take this from YOU. Your aunt wouldn’t want you spanking me!”

“And your roommate wouldn’t want you not getting spanked. YOU’RE the one in trouble and *I* still have Jane’s letter. So if you throw me out now, you’re STILL gonna get punished by either my aunt or your roommate whenever one of them gets home. So what’s it gonna be? Take what I’m giving you and being done with it, OR getting a whole OTHER punishment from my aunt who hates you or your roommate who’s mad at you? One punishment or two? Or possibly three?” 

Michelle, still wiping her eyes and crying, took a moment to consider what Charlene was saying. EShe was cruel and sadistic, but she had a point. Yes she could stop the punishment now, but Charlene still had the upper hand with Jane’s letter in her pocket. And if she wasn’t properly punished by “Bernice” then Jane or Bernice would deal with her later. And how much more could her already sore butt take? Hating herself for doing it but knowing this was the quickest way out if this, Michelle turned back around and bent over the couch, sticking her red bottom out again. Charlene smiled. 

“I knew you’d see it my way.” 

SWISH! SMACK!

“OW!”

SMACK!

“AHHH!”

“Your ass can take a lot of pain,” Charlene said, rubbing Michelle’s behind. “With how much you get spanked I guess you’ve built up a tolerance.” Michelle sobbed in response. Charlene, annoyed, paddled her hard again. 

“YOW!”

“I’m talking to you?” Michelle answered her in tears between sobs. 

“What! Yes I get spanked a lot by Jane, by Marsha, your aunt, your grandmothers. Your entire family thinks it’s okay to spank me.”

“And do you deserve it?”

“No.”

SMACK!

“OW!”

“Agree to disagree.”

“Please stop. I’m sorry you’ve spent all summer getting spanked. But spanking me isn’t going to save you.”

“No it’s not. But it makes me feel better.”

SMACK!

“JESUS FUCK!”

“Such language, tsk tsk.” SMACK!

“OWWW!” Charlene put the paddle down and rested her left arm on the small of Michelle’s back while her right hand rubbed Michelle’s ass. 

“I could spank you all night. I could use every implement in that closet if I felt like it. And believe me I’ve considered it. But there’s sooo many. Like, there’s 5 paddles alone. I’d have to do like, 10 hits with each implement. Your ass would probably fall off.” Michelle let out a sob at whatever she was leading up to. “So I’ve decided to give you an option for how we finish this all up. Here are your choices - we can either go to the courtyard where my aunt first met you, you pick a switch, and I give you 25 strokes out there. And you know that’s all bare ass outside, no matter who’s out there with us. OR, you stay inside, I give you 10 each with 4 more implements, and you get 25 with the cane.” Michelle let out another huge sob. “Now choose.”

Michelle stood there bent over, sore as hell, her tormentor rubbing her burning bottom, weighing her options. She absolutely did not want to go outside and get spanked again in public. BUT she didn’t want another 40 hits AND a caning on top of it. There was no happy ending here. As she sniffled and sobbed and thought, Charlene stopped rubbing and began doing light snacks. 

“Choose, or I’ll choose for you.” Smack!

“Ah!”

“And I may choose both.” 

“Can’t you do the cane without the other stuff?” Michelle whined. Charlene smacked her ass hard with her hand, making her yelp. 

“Nope. You heard your choices. You have one minute to decide, or it’s both.”

Michelle stood bent over, still sobbing, her mind racing a million miles an hour to make a decision. Finally she made up her mind. 

“I want to stay inside.”

“Okay, so you know what that comes with. Stay here.” Charlene walked back to the closet with the paddle and put it away. A moment later she came back with a wooden spoon. “Stand up, let me sit down,” Charlene instructed. Michelle did as she was told and instinctively bent over Char’s knee. Char held Michelle close and immediately gave her 10 hard smacks with the spoon. Michelle kicked her legs a bit, whining from the sting. 

“Okay, up.” Michelle stood up and Char walked the spoon back, returning with a slipper. Again she sat, again Michelle bent over her lap. 10 hard smacks later, Michelle stood up again and Char went back to the closet, this time returning with a spatula. The process repeated, Michelle taking 10 hard smacks over Charlene’s knee. Char did each of the 10 swats back and forth across the cheeks, Michelle whining and yelling as they were delivered. Once the 30th hit was delivered, Michelle got up again and Charlene returned to the closet.

“Oooh, this is interesting,” she said.  Michelle’s eyes went wide as Charlene pulled a wooden carpet beater out from hanging against the back wall of the closet, having never having seen that before. She inspected it before walking back over with it. 

“What the fuck is that?” Michelle sobbed. 

“I think it’s a carpet beater? Used for beating dust off carpets, except I’m using it to beat your butt. You’ve never been spanked with this?”

“No.”

“Wow, I’m first?! That’s awesome! Here, kneel on the couch and bend over the back,” she told Michelle. Michelle did as she was told, arching her back so her ass was out. Charlene stood to the side, resting the carpet beater against her behind. “There we go, butt all the way out. Let’s see how this one does.”

She pulled back and swatted it against Michelle’s entire butt. Michelle let out a yelp. 

“I like it,” Charlene approved. She did the next 2 hits on just Michelle’s left cheek, then the next 2 on just her right cheek. Finally she did the final 5 on the center of her butt. Michelle let out screams and cries of agony just the same. Her ass was burning more than ever before. This was the worst pain she’d ever been in in her life. And yet, it wasn’t over. Charlene walked the carpet beater over and hung it back up in the closet. Michelle stayed bent over the couch, wiping her eyes, praying for this to be over. 

A moment later, Charlene returned and faced Michelle at the back of the couch without any implements. 

“So I’ve changed my mind.” A shiver of fear shot down Michelle’s spine as she sniffled. 

“Huh?”

“About the final implement. I’m changing the rules.”

“Wha?”

“So here are your options. You can go outside and take 25 with the switch, or we stay in here and you take 50 with the cane.”

“Wha?! Those weren’t the options!”

“Yeah well I’ve changed my mind. I told you. No. Mercy. Now choose.” Michelle began crying again. “Jesus, you cry a lot. But I don’t wanna hear sobs. I wanna hear an answer. Switch or cane. You have a minute before I decide both.”

Michelle put her head down on the back of the couch and sobbed. 

“I hate you,” she let out. 

“Don’t care. Choose.”

“I don’t want 50. I can’t take anymore as it is. But I don’t want to go outside.”

“I’m waiting.”

“I… I can’t handle 50.”

“Then we’re going outside. Get dressed, let’s go.”

Michelle let out a sob as she’d sealed her fate, knowing full well 50 cane strokes would be murder on her already burning behind. Besides, it was already dark out, surely no one would be in the courtyard. 

Michelle, still sniffling and wiping her tears, and Charlene, walked into the courtyard. It was 7:25pm — almost a half hour til it closed. And to Michelle’s horror, there were a few adults outside. One was an old man sitting on a bench, another was a woman walking her dog, another was a guy having a smoke. Michelle stopped in her tracks, noticing people. 

“No, I change my mind. I want to go back inside. I’ll take 50 with the cane.” Charlene grabbed her by the wrist. 

“Nuh uh. Too late, you made your choice. Now go fetch a switch.”

“But..”

“Now, or it’s 50.”

Michelle whined and started to tear again, heading over to the tree where she’d been forced to fetch a switch for Marsha on the night she met Bernice and her life got objectively worse. After a few minutes she found a stick about 2 and a half feet long. She turned and saw that, unfortunately, no one had left. She slowly walked back to Charlene who sat on a bench only 20 feet away from the closest person. The slow walking didn’t help - no one left, and another woman entered, lighting up a cigarette. She got to Charlene and held it out to her. Charlene took it, inspecting it and nodding. Michelle’s lip quivered and her eyes teared, noting the presence of so many people.

“Please.”

“Put your hands on your head,” came Char’s heartless reply. Michelle slowly put her hands atop her head, assuming the usual position to be undressed. Charlene unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis, sliding them down to her knees. She then took the sides of Michelle’s panties and pulled them down, gently leaving them in her khakis below. “Now stand back a bit, bend over and grab your ankles.” 

Michelle, crying again, did as she was told. Charlene stood up and walked around, standing beside Michelle, switch in hand. The man sitting on the bench and the two people smoking took note of this scene, watching curiously from afar. 

Charlene rested the switch against the red cheeks. 

“You’ve got an audience watching. So pray that this switch is sturdy enough to last 25, or you have to fetch another,” Char warned. Michelle sobbed. 

Tap tap. Crack! Michelle let out a little yelp, trying to keep it down to avoid attention as Char brought the switch back to her butt. The man watching from the bench opened his eyes wide to the scene. The two people smoking watched intently. 

Charlene delivered strong hits with the switch, marking up Michelle’s ass even more. Michelle gripped her ankles tight, biting her lip to avoid screaming. At this point, the woman walking her dog was texting her friend about the bizarre scene. 

After the 10th hit, Charlene began rubbing Michelle’s ass, rubbing her finger on the switch marks and making her flinch. 

“Not even halfway there yet,” Char giggled. Michelle cried silently. “You chose to come out here,” Charlene said without mercy. 

The switching continued. Michelle wiggled and shook her legs, her butt burning. Everyone in the courtyard kept their eyes on the scene, no one saying anything or approaching as this black girl cut up this white girl’s red ass with marks and lines. 

Char finally reached smack 20, and Michelle at this point was crying out loud. What difference would it make, everyone was already watching. This was the worst night in her entire life. This was the worst moment of the worst night of her entire life. 

“5 more,” Charlene warned. Before Michelle could prepare,

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! 

On the 4th hit, the switch cracked, on the 5th it broke apart entirely. Charlene threw it to the ground and inspected Michelle’s ass. It was all covered in bruises, welts and lines. Michelle was crying her eyes out, never having been in this much pain her entire life. Charlene rubbed the lines with her finger. 

“There, I hope you learned your lesson!” Charlene declared loudly, giving Michelle a final spank, making her cry out. The audience nodded appropriately. The man on the bench even clapped, applauding that a naughty girl had been disciplined. Charlene bent down to Michelle’s ear, keeping her right hand gripping her left ass cheek. 

“Your spanking is over. You’re not gonna sit for weeks. That’s what you get for fucking my summer up. And believe me, if I get the chance, I’ll take you over my knee again at the first available opportunity. Now stay out of my way.” Charlene gave Michelle a final hard smack and walked away giggling. 

As she passed the man on the bench, he shook her hand and congratulated her. As she passed the smokers, they asked what was going on. Charlene let them know Michelle needed to be punished, and they applauded her as well. 

Michelle, in more pain and embarrassment than she’s ever felt in her life, pulled her panties and pants up carefully over the 7 alarm fire going on on her backside, and ran in tears back up to her apartment. Once she was inside, she locked the door, pulled down her pants and panties and fell down on the couch, sobbing in pain. She held her ass gingerly. Charlene promised to show her no mercy and she absolutely showed none. This was the worst punishment she’d ever received. She forgot why it even happened. Then she remembered Charlene still had the letter. Caring not for whatever would happen next, Michelle grabbed her familiar ice pack out of the freezer, laid on her bed and iced her burning behind, sobbing into her pillow. She hated Bernice and her entire family, from her mother to her niece. 

But unbeknownst to her, she still hadn’t come across the final member of Bernice’s family who had a bone to pick with her - her husband…