Roommate From Hell: Idle Hands Invite the Devil’s Playthings

 Michelle sat on the couch watching TV when Jane came home. It was a long day at work so she was happy to be relaxing. 

“Hey Jane,” Michelle said. 

“Hello Michelle,” Jane said, taking off her coat and entering the kitchen. She looked around, spotting nothing in the oven or microwave. Michelle sat watching TV, not paying it any mind. 

Jane silently walked from the kitchen to Michelle’s bedroom and peeked in to see her bed unmade. Finally she went into the bathroom and spotted the sink was wet and messy. The older woman was annoyed and went back out into the living room, knowing that once again she’d have to take care of her younger roommate. As she walked out, she ordered food on UberEats. 

“Michelle, didn’t I text you and ask you to prepare dinner tonight?” Jane asked, standing before Michelle. Michelle felt a tinge of fear down her spine as she picked up her phone. 

“Uhh… did you?” Michelle scrolled and saw a text from Jane from 3 hours ago, asking her to please handle dinner for the evening. It was read too. “Oh no, I don’t know how I missed it, I'm sorry.”

“I see. And I see that your bed is unmade AND the bathroom is dirty from this morning after you used it. You know, I’m not your maid. You’re a grown adult, and you need to take care of this living space as much as I do. You seem to have become a bit careless lately. I shouldn’t have to ask you to do the barest of minimums of chores, shouldn’t I?” Michelle grew red in the face, praying this wasn’t going where she thought it was but knowing otherwise. 

“I’m sorry Jane. I must’ve missed the text, and you know I had a long day at work, an-“

“And I had a long day at work too. And yet my half of the chores are still done. And instead of working on yours like you agreed to in the roommate contract, or being responsible enough to remember your texts, you’re sitting down watching TV. And it appears that’s both the problem and the solution - you sitting.” Michelle’s heart fell - it went exactly where she thought it would. “I ordered dinner on Uber, it should be here in about 35-45 minutes. That’ll hopefully be enough time to deal with you appropriately.  Now go ahead and stand up.”

Michelle quickly got on her feet, not wanting to delay and make the situation worse. 

“I’m sorry Jane, I’ll do better,” Michelle said, looking for any sympathy as Jane took a seat on the center of the couch.

“That’s what I aim to teach you right now,” Jane replied, rolling up her sleeves. “Alright, c’mon. You know the drill.” Indeed knowing the drill, Michelle put her hands atop her head as always as she stood herself before Jane, ready to let the old woman undress her.

“I shouldn’t have to spank you to remind you to do the simplest of chores,” Jane said as she took the sides of Michelle’s pajama pants and began tugging them down, letting them fall to her ankles. 

“But I’ve always promised you a sore bottom for breaking the rules, and you contractually agreed to take the punishment when I decide you need it,” Jane continued, sticking her thumbs down the back of Michelle’s panties, purple with white stars, and began rolling them down. “Let’s get these down…” Jane muttered as she moved her hands to the sides and pulled the panties down fully, letting them fall to her ankles. Michelle stared at the wall behind the couch, refusing to make eye contact with Jane who inspected her pubic hair as always to make sure it was neat before patting her lap to signal that it was go time. 

Michelle took her hands off her head and laid into the usual position, on the couch over Jane’s lap. Jane rubbed Michelle’s white cheeks, still a little bruised up from her experience with Charlene, Bernice’s niece.

“Alright, get comfortable,” Jane warned as she began spanking. She did short hard slaps up the lower half of Michelle’s butt cheeks, alternating between the cheeks with one hit each. Michelle moaned, gripping the couch cushion. It never got easier, no matter how many times she ended up in this position. 

“Maybe we need to go back to daily maintenance spankings, Michelle? What do you think?”

“Ow! No please! Ouch! I don’t think that’s necessary! Ah!”

“I dunno, if I have to spank you to remind you to do simple chores?”

“Ow! I’m sorry!”

“You will be.”

“Owwow! No daily spankings please!”

“I’ll see. Maybe another half hour every morning over my lap is just what you need to get your head back in the game. Or maybe you need a half hour or so every morning with Marsha? I’m sure she’d love to warm up your behind once a day to keep you on your toes.”

“NOOO! OW!”

“We’ll see.”

Jane kept spanking firmly, Michelle whining and groaning and “ow!”ing as she gripped the cushion tight. She prayed that the daily spanking threat was only a threat. She couldn’t handle another period of time of getting her butt whooped every single morning. The minutes passed endlessly, Jane never giving up any energy or motivation to keep spanking. Michelle’s butt was pink and on its way to red. The girl yelped and whined the whole way. 

“Please! I’m sorry, I won’t shirk my chores anymore, I promise!” Michelle cried. 

“I hope not. But I’m not quite convinced yet,” the old roommate answered mercilessly, still spanking. “I’m still thinking a half hour session each morning might be what you need to keep you on track for the time being. Or maybe an hour every two days?”

“Owwww! Noooo! I swear I’ll do better!”

“Hmm. Maybe there’s another way.”

“What other way? Ouch!” Jane stopped spanking, and began rubbing Michelle’s butt. Michelle whined. 

“Maybe instead of spanking you every time you need it whenever you need it, I’ll keep tabs on you throughout the week on good things and bad. And I’ll reserve some time each weekend to punish you for things you did during the week.”

“What?? I’m not like, bad or break the rules every week.”

“Michelle, you’ve been over my lap a thousand times. I’ve seen your bare butt more times than I’ve seen some of my own family members. You’ve been here a long time, and still I have to spank you for not making your bed! I still need to make sure you shave yourself tidy and still you don’t pass every panty inspection. I bet if I look at the tag of the panties you’re wearing right now your name won’t be on them. Clearly you’re not beyond breaking the rules every week. So rather than discipline you 3-4 times a week, perhaps we’ll reserve 2 hours on a Sunday night every week to deal with you, and you’ll take any punishments you deserve for the week in one shot.”

“2 hours?!”

“I know, but truth be told that might be condensing it a bit. But maybe that’s the right direction. I won’t spank you throughout the week, but every Sunday we’ll take 2 hours to punish you, and if you don’t need a full punishment, we’ll make it a maintenance spanking. And we can swap out, I do it one week, Marsha another week, Bernice another week. As a way of both punishing you for breaking rules, or reminding you to follow the rules, or both.”

“I hate this so much. No Jane, please. I don’t want to take that.” Michelle was near tears, puffy, fighting for her butt’s life. 

“Well, it’s not up to you, Michelle. You being punished is contractually and completely at my discretion. And Bernice and Marsha are both allowed to punish you, as you are fully aware. But maybe 2 hours once a week isn’t the answer either…” 

Jane thought silently, giving Michelle’s cheeks a slap every few seconds as she thought. Michelle held on tight, letting out yelps and gripping the couch cushion, terrified of what Jane might say next. 

“Perhaps… a maintenance spanking every few days would do the trick.”

“Ow! Huh?”

“Perhaps I’ll take Mondays, Marsha takes Thursdays, Bernice takes the weekends. Everyone gets a list of what you need to be punished for, and if you don’t need anything for punishment, you get a maintenance spanking to keep you in line at the spanker’s discretion. Everyone gets an hour or so with you, each of us with our different methods of disciplining you, that way all 3 of us are keeping you on the right path.”

“No Jane, I swear to god I’ll do the right thing from now on. Please don’t do this. PLEASE!” Michelle was fighting for her life, tearing up and shaking her head no. 

“We’ll see. But this is what I’m leaning towards right now. I’ll have to speak to Marsha and Bernice on what they think. I’m sure they won’t mind.” Michelle let out a sob, knowing that Marsha and Bernice didn’t like her and wouldn’t have any mercy on her ass whether she deserved it or not. “Oh, let’s check the progress of my order,” Jane said, pulling her phone out from under Michelle and checking it. “My order is about 15 minutes away. Plenty of time to finish this up. Michelle, stand up.” Michelle propped herself off Jane, making sure to put her hands on her head as she got on her feet instead of covering herself up to avoid making Jane angry. As much as she wanted to cover up, to have SOME shred of dignity, Jane would never allow it. Jane walked over to her closet of implements - a personal look into Satan’s workshop, as far as Michelle was concerned. She returned a few moments later with a plastic hairbrush. 

“The last 15 minutes or so will just be dealt with this,” Jane said, sitting back down. “Good job keeping your hands up, I didn’t even have to remind you. Now back over my lap.” Michelle wiped her eyes, still in fear, as she laid back on the couch over Jane’s lap. 

Jane began spanking again immediately with the brush, doing hard swats. 

“OW!” cried Michelle, Jane spanking hard. Michelle let out full whines and yelps as the brush warmed her even more. Jane did a good steady pace across the cheeks, occasionally lifting up the cheeks to hit the sit spots. Michelle wiggled her legs and cried as Jane showed her no mercy.

“Cry and wiggle all you want, you’re taking this until I decide you’ve had enough. You better hope the food gets here fast.” Jane continued to spank, now doing 5 hard swats on each exposed sit spot before moving to the other cheek. Michelle whined, crying, trying not to let the pain get to her. “Michelle, didn’t we talk about you taking your punishments in silence without fussing? What happened to that?”

Jane continued to spank, Michelle now forcing herself to keep her mouth shut and trying her hardest not to move, her eyes still tearing and her teeth still gritting as Jane punished. A few minutes of mostly silent spanking later, Jane stopped and checked her phone again. “Hmm… the order’s been delayed another 10 minutes. Well, I’m sure you can take another 10 minutes, can you Michelle?” Michelle answered with a sob. “Can you, Michelle?” Jane asked again, annoyed. 

“Yes,” moaned Michelle, annoyed. 

“Don’t care for your attitude..” Jane said, spanking again, harder. Michelle bit her lip to not moan and yell as Jane continued warming her behind. Her cheeks were red, Jane making sure they reddened more. She began lifting Michelle’s cheeks to do 10 on each sit spot before moving back and forth, Michelle moaning and still wiggling a little as she took the punishment. 

Finally, Jane’s phone went off. She put down the brush and checked it - dinner was here. 

“Dinner is here, so your spanking is over.” Jane gave a final slap to Michelle’s right cheek with her hand. “Up.” 

Michelle got herself up on to her feet and began rubbing her sore butt. There was a knock at the door, making her jump. Jane got up and headed for the door, Michelle quickly pulling her panties and pajamas back up, knowing Jane would answer it no matter her state of undress. And she did, answering to the delivery man while Michelle was still getting her pants up. She quickly crouched down, Jane shutting the door while the deliverer got a peek. 

Jane brought a bag of Chinese food to the counter and put it down as Michelle walked over, still rubbing her now dressed behind. Jane washed her hands and Michelle very gingerly sat down as well. 

They ate in mostly silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence - it couldn’t have been awkward anymore from how many times Jane’s spanked Michelle - but it was quiet nonetheless. Finally, Michelle broke it. 

“I am sorry Jane. I’ll do better.”

“I hope so. You know I don’t want to spank you but I will when I have to.”

Michelle found that hard to believe - for someone who DIDN’T want to spank, she had an entire closet full of implements. 

“I know,” Michelle said sheepishly. 

“Now finish up. You still have some corner time waiting for you.”

“Corner time? But..”

“Is ‘butt’ really what you want me to deal with?”

“NO!”

“Then finish up. 10 minutes in the corner.” 

Michelle quickly ate her last dumpling and stood up and headed for the usual corner. Once she was in, she put her hands atop her head. “Ahem?” came Jane’s voice. Michelle shoved her PJs and panties down to her ankles and resumed her hands-on-head position, her red behind on display. Jane sat at the table, eating and keeping an eye on her roommate, bare assed in the corner. She took a break from watching her only once, to take her phone and send a group text to Marsha and Bernice: “Are you two available for dinner Friday night? I’d like to discuss Michelle.”

Uh oh.