Roommate from Hell: Dinner Guests from Hell

 “Michelle, I’d like you home tonight for dinner,” Jane said as Michelle was leaving for work that Friday morning. She sat at the table while Michelle was getting ready. 

“Oh? Well I have tickets for me and Amy to go to a comedy show,” Michelle said as she putting her bag around her shoulder. 

“I see. Well I want you home by 7pm sharp.” Michelle stopped and turned to her roommate. 

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“We have something to discuss.”

“Can’t we discuss it tomorrow?”

“If you want, my hand can have a discussion with your bare butt right now.” Michelle winced, knowing she meant it. 

“But Jane, we spent the money already. What’s so important?”

“Be home for dinner at 7 and we’ll discuss. Now head out or you’ll be late for work.” 

“I really don’t have to leave for another 15 minutes. We can talk.”

“Michelle, I’ve made myself clear. 7pm tonight sharp. Now go on.” Michelle scowled and headed for the door, sucking her teeth in annoyance that once again Jane had ruined her plans. “Michelle?” Shit. Michelle turned, having JUST put her hand on the door handle. 

“Huh?”

“What was that? Making a face and sucking your teeth?”

“I, uh.” Jane stood up. Fuck. 

“Come on, let’s go,” she commanded, heading for the couch. Goddammit. 

“Jane, plea-“

“You just said you have 15 minutes before you need to leave. Let’s make them count. Now.” Jane took her usual seat on the center of the couch. 

Knowing she had no way out, Michelle kicked off her shoes and trudged to the couch. She put her bag down on the coffee table and slipped her coat off, laying it on the table as well before standing before Jane and placing her hands on her head, already knowing the drill. 

“I don’t know why you have to be so disrespectful,” Jane commented as she unbuttoned and unzipped Michelle’s khakis and lowered them down to her knees. “You know the damage I could do to your bottom in 15 minutes,” she continued as she gripped the side of her panties - red with stripes on them -  and tugged down on them, bringing them down to her knees so they fell in her bunched up pants. “Over my lap.” 

The exposed younger roommate took her hands off her head and bent over the older roommate’s lap. It was their most natural position since the day Michelle moved in - her bare-assed over Jane’s lap. 

Jane wasted no time, immediately beginning to spank Michelle. Michelle cringed and yelped as Jane did short, hard spanks. 

“Ow!! Oww!”

“Just wouldn’t be a complete day without you over my lap…I kindly ask you to obey me, and the response I get is no and sass. Well how about this for a slogan- give me sass, I’ll give you a sore ass?”

“Ow! I’m sorry!”

“Mhm. Going to make sure you have a difficult time sitting at work.”

“Ow! Please!” 

As always, Jane ignored Michelle’s pleas and apologies, instead doing hard swats to her reddening butt. After a few minutes of swatting, she lifted Michelle’s right cheek and did 10 hard swats to her exposed sit spot making her shriek. She then did another 10 to her left sit spot. 

“What time will you be home tonight?”

“7!”

“That’s what I thought,” Jane concluded with two final hard spanks. “Now go on and head to work.” Michelle propped herself up, giving herself a quick rub before getting redressed and heading out the door, sniffling and breathing heavy all the way. As she headed downstairs, she texted Amy. 

“Sorry. can’t make it tonight. Take my ticket and go with someone else.” Amy responded,

“Jane?”

“Of course.”

“Your roommate is a psycho.”

“Yeah. I know.”

“I hate her.”

“So do I sometimes.”

“Get spanked again?”

“Not in a few days,” she lied. 

“I don’t know how you can ever sit down.”

“Me either.”

Michelle spent all day worrying. She sat unevenly at work trying to accommodate and deal with the sting of her sore cheeks, thinking of how she’d done anything wrong or to upset Jane as of late besides this morning. There was the issue with shirking her chores and missing Jane’s text a few days earlier, but that’d been dealt with. What could she possibly need her for at home tonight?

The hours dragged on. She desperately wanted to know why Jane wanted her for dinner. Maybe it was bad news. Not like, “gonna get a spanking” bad news, but something serious. Something big. Michelle’s mind raced all day as she tried to work. At least it was Friday. 

Michelle got home at around 6:45pm. She was supposed to be at a show right now with her best friend. Instead, she was home, angry and frightened. She made her way upstairs anxiously, nervously wondering why she had to be home. She got to her apartment and heard talking inside. Guests?

She put the key in the door and opened it. There at the set table was Jane. And Marsha. And Bernice. They turned their heads and looked at her. Expecting her. Michelle gulped. This was bad news. “Gonna get a spanking” bad news. 

Michelle nervously entered her apartment and shut the door behind her. The 3 older women kept looking at her. After an agonizingly long 20 seconds of silence in which Michelle took off her shoes, Jane spoke.

“Welcome home, Michelle. How was work?”

“Uh. Fine. What’s.. going on?”

“Please, join us for dinner.” Jane pretended to be welcoming while the two dinner guests couldn’t be bothered. They didn’t like her. Thought she was a brat. Thought she was trouble. 

Michelle slowly approached the dinner table and sat down. She sat between Jane and Marsha, across from Bernice. On the table was a bottle of wine with 3 glasses. Jane had made chicken and vegetables, all 4 diners had a plate in front of them. Michelle slowly picked up a fork. She was scared to death of the implications that these two women were in her home, waiting for her. 

“Well, you were home by 7. I knew you would,” Jane began. 

“I had my doubts,” Marsha noted, taking some food. 

“So did I,” Bernice said, sipping her wine. 

“The help of a sore bottom definitely made sure of,” Jane nodded. 

“A threat or a delivery?” Marsha asked. 

“Delivery,” Jane confirmed. 

“You had to spank her this morning?”

“I did. She didn’t want to come home. Gave me an attitude and sucked her teeth.”

“Disrespectful little brat,” Marsha chided. 

“What’s going on?” Michelle asked. 

“Well, if you recall, you and I had a discussion the other night while you were over my knee,” Jane started. 

“Where she always is,” Marsha chimed in.

“Mhm,” Bernice agreed. 

“You seem to have been getting in trouble a lot more as of late,” Jane continued. Michelle grew red in the face. This was not going anywhere good. She didn’t eat, instead just holding the fork in midair. 

“And I think that’s something seriously worth addressing, which is why I’ve invited Marsha and Bernice here to help come to a solution. Now about a year or so ago we did maintenance spankings. Every morning, barring the days where she had her period, Michelle received a spanking. It always lasted about a half hour, and was meant to keep her in line. I changed implements and positions every day, but the goal was always the same: to remind Michelle that breaking rules would lead to a much worse and painful result.”

“You don’t still do them?” Bernice asked. 

“I don’t know why you ever stopped,” Marsha said. “Or why you only did a half hour. Clearly it wasn’t enough.” Michelle sat quietly, not wanting to say anything or set any of these women off. 

“Regardless, it worked,” Jane continued. “We did about a month of maintenance spankings, and in that time, Michelle didn’t break a single rule or get in trouble. The system worked. So we stopped, and yet here we are again only a year or so later. You’ve always gotten punished whenever you’ve stepped out of line, but now it appears it’s gotten worse. Bringing home weed TWICE. Shirking chores. Cutting off Marsha in the parking lot. Having a bad attitude. Even this morning when I told you you’d need to be home tonight for an important discussion, your first instinct was to fight me on it.”

“I have tickets I paid for-“ Michelle began to argue. 

“Excuse you, but you are in NO position to be arguing,” Bernice cut her off. 

“Thank you Bernice,” Jane thanked. “It appears even though you’re older than you were when you first moved in, you’ve gotten even brattier. 24 and still spanked regularly. So clearly we need to take this issue seriously. It’s not enough that I have to punish you, but Marsha too. And now Bernice.”

“Don’t forget my mother and mother-in-law,” Bernice reminded. 

“What?” Marsha asked, surprised. 

“Oh, you don’t know. Michelle mouthed off to and gave an attitude to my mother and mother in law one night. Ignored them in the mailroom and sassed them. Well my mother may not have it in her anymore but my mother in law is still feisty and energetic, and she took Michelle’s ass to task.”

“Unbelievable,” Marsha said. “Don't you have any manners at all?” she asked Michelle, who sheepishly nodded. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“That’s 5 different people who’ve had to punish you, Michelle,” Jane said, disappointed. 

“My husband wants to take a crack at her as well,” Bernice noted. “He’s not happy with her disrespecting me, my mother and especially his mother. He knows it’s been handled, but he’s told me that he feels he owes you a whooping as well.” Michelle went wide eyed. 

“And he is allowed to, of course,” Jane confirmed. “I know we’ve never met, but I’d be SO offended if someone insulted my mother. Obviously tonight won’t work, but if anytime after tonight he wants to give Michelle the spanking he feels he owes her, he is more than welcome to. And please let him know that, like you and Marsha, the implement closet is open to him, and she will be MORE than happy to accept the consequences of her actions. RIGHT, Michelle?” Red faced Michelle kept her head down, refusing to look up or answer. 

“She can’t even answer a simple question. When does the disrespect end?” Marsha asked, annoyed. 

“Yes…” Michelle moaned.

“I appreciate that, Jane. But with his heavy hands and his belt, I’m sure he’ll make do should he ever have the chance.”

“Why not arrange it? No sense not to,” Marsha suggested to Michelle’s inner rage. “He’s not far, and it’s not like the spanking he’d give isn’t 100% warranted.”

“You’re right,” Jane agreed. “He can pick a night that he’s free sometime in the next week and Michelle can come over so he can punish her.” 

“I’ll speak with him when I get home. It’ll have to be a night that I can take my son out for an hour or two so he has the privacy to deal with her appropriately.” 

“Unless your mother takes your son out, and you two can deal with her together,” Marsha suggested. Bernice nodded. 

“Not a bad idea. I should know by tonight. Probably sometime this week will work.” 

“Understood. But Michelle, we face the prospect of what to do with you. One of my ideas was to reserve 2 hours a week, maybe on a Sunday night, to deal with Michelle for any issues that arise during the week. And to act as maintenance if punishment isn’t warranted.” Bernice and Marsha considered this, the young spankee sitting in terrified silence. 

“Would 2 hours cut it? Say she fucks up every single day,” Marsha wondered. 

“I’m not sure. 2 hours for maintenance seems a little much,” Bernice thought. “Maybe an hour for maintenance, two for punishment?” Jane took this in. 

“It’s a thought. There’s also the possibility of daily maintenance spankings, either in the morning or at night. My closet is always here 24/7 for whatever.”

“Half hour in the morning, half hour at night, punishment when needed,” Marsha said almost definitively. 

“Perhaps a half hour every morning, and only punishments at night, to not overdo it?” Bernice suggested. “Starting every day with a sore ass might be the best thing for Michelle.”

“I don’t think there IS overdoing it with this little brat,” Marsha retorted. “If she were my roommate, we wouldn’t be talking any kind of leniency. Every morning, 7am, she’d to be bent over, bare assed, ready to go. But she’s Jane’s, so I’ll respect her decision. But I do think she needs the punishment frequently and thorough, she’s shown that she needs it over and over.” 

“Hmm, you might be right. Maybe a hand in the morning, and an implement at night? Or just one implement in the morning, multiple at night?”

“That’s an idea…”

“See, I’m very partial to the cane, myself, but that seems like it’ll be overkill for a morning maintenance spanking as soon as she wakes up. A firm hand to her behind in the morning is probably good enough to start her day. But if I have Michelle over for a maintenance or punishment at nighttime 2-3 times a week? Say Michelle comes by my apartment every other night for a maintenance spanking? I’d probably use the cane just about every time.”

“You might as well just buy your own cane then,” Marsha commented. 

“Hm. You might be right. Although I’d need some help shopping for one.”

“I’d help you, but first let me get your opinions on this, ladies,” Jane interrupted. “Perhaps the route we take for Michelle is that she receives maintenance spankings not every day, but every few days. And I’d like you two to help as I know your methods are different from mine. We could trade off days, or everyone gets a specific day?” The two women mulled this over and nodded. 

“I would be happy to help, as would my family,” Bernice agreed. “Between myself, my husband, and my mother in law, we’re all here to help tame Michelle.”

“You know I’m always here to keep this brat in tow,” Marsha nodded. Michelle’s face was soured. She felt like crying listening to these three women over twice her age decide her butt’s fate. Jane noticed. 

“I knew I could count on you two. Michelle, don’t pout. This is for your own good. To keep you on the right track. I know it’s hard to see that, but it really is to help you be a better person.”

“I agree with Jane, Michelle,” Bernice said. “Pouting and fussing won’t stop you from being in a situation YOU put yourself in.”

“Exactly,” Marsha agreed. “You’ve shown you don’t have what it takes to follow rules on your own. So you need the help. You’re still young, your behavior needs extra correcting. This is on you.”

“Maintenance spankings work, Michelle. You’re proof of it. And I just don’t have the energy to constantly be able to do it, what with all the punishment you seem to need lately. Thank god Marsha and Bernice are kindl enough to help. You should appreciate them and myself willing to help you.” Michelle sat there quietly, pouty, breathing heavy. She was never gonna be able to sit again because of these women and they wanted her to THANK THEM for it. 

“She really won’t say anything, huh?” Marsha asked. 

“Well no sense not giving her a good thorough maintenance spanking right now, considering we have all 3 of us here,” Jane said, wiping her mouth and standing up. Marsha and Bernice both concurred and stood up, following her. Michelle sat silently, staring at the table, trying to comprehend what was happening. “I think each of us having 10 minutes to deal with her behind is a good way to approach this,” Jane said as she headed to the couch. “Come on, Michelle. Back to where we started this morning.”

Jane took her seat in the middle of the couch. Bernice and Marsha stood back, all waiting for Michelle who slowly rose from the table.  

Michelle walked past the two older women who stood there waiting their turn to discipline her and stood before Jane, placing her hands on her head as always. Just like 10 hours ago, both back in the same position, Jane unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis and tugged them down from the sides until they were down at her ankles.

“Those panties better be clean,” Marsha warned as Jane gripped the sides of them. 

“Hm,” Jane said. She then spun Michelle around so she faced the two women. Michelle closed her eyes hard so she wouldn’t see them as Jane pulled down the back of her panties and inspected. “Yes, they’re clean… and her name is on them. Probably needs to be done one over with sharpie because of the wash. Michelle I want all your panties to be done once over by the end of the week. Understood?” 

“Yes,” Michelle moaned. 

“I’ll be checking,” Jane warned as she then pulled her panties down to her ankles as well, exposing her front to Marsha and Bernice who looked her up and down. Michelle went red in the face in embarrassment as always as Jane spun her around, all 3 women getting a good look at her before Jane bent her back over her lap. “Could one of you set a timer for 10 minutes please?” Jane asked. Bernice took out her phone and set a timer. 

“Alright, go.”

Jane began spanking Michelle with her hand, doing firm swats back and forth across her cheeks. Michelle put her face in a pillow at the couch arm and dug it in, trying not to moan or whine. Marsha and Bernice watched as Jane did her roommate duty, punishing her young roommate by warming her bare butt. 

“Michelle’s showing self control by not whining or kicking,” Jane commented after a few minutes. She hadn’t slowed down, only made her spanks harder. Michelle still kept her face in the pillow, holding in moans and yelps of pain. 

“We’ll see how well she does when it’s my turn,” Marsha said as she headed for the implement closet. 

“And mine,” Bernice added, following Marsha. They explored the closet as Jane spanked Michelle in silence. 

“Only got 10 minutes, have to make it count…” Marsha said as she inspected before finally picking a leather strap. Bernice pulled out the cane. Marsha nodded approvingly and the two women returned to watch Jane punish Michelle. 

After a few more minutes, Bernice’s alarm went off. Jane finally stopped, having spanked Michelle for 10 minutes straight. Her butt was a nice light red all along from the middle down to her sit spots. Jane stretched her arm out and rotated her hand. 

“Ouch. I’m not used to 10 minutes straight with my hand. Usually I’m using something else by now. My hand hurts.”

“Your hand?!” Michelle thought to herself, face still in the pillow. 

“Speaking of,” Marsha began. “My turn. Let’s go, up.” Michelle finally took her face out of the pillow, red and sweaty, and got herself up on her feet. Jane stood as well and moved out of the way. “Bend over the couch, stick your ass out,” came Marsha’s command. Michelle turned and bent over the couch, sticking her behind out. Marsha stood back and rested the strap against her cheeks. “Someone set the timer for 10?” Jane did as asked and nodded. Marsha nodded began, brought her arm back, and swung the strap against Michelle’s ass. Michelle let out a scream, kicking her legs. 

“Hey! Stay still!” Marsha warned before giving another hit with the strap. Michelle again let out a yell, bouncing her butt a bit. 

“Stay. Still,” Marsha said more sternly. 

“If she can’t stay still, we should restart the timer every time back to 10 every time she moves. She’ll stay still real quick,” Bernice offered. 

“I don’t mind that,” Marsha said, readying the strap for another hit before delivering it. Michelle, near tears, gripped the couch tight, trying not to move. Marsha delivered the strapping without mercy, doing harder hits with every passing hit. Michelle held on for dear life, crying silently from the pain and yelling from pain but trying her best not to move, lest she have the timer restart. 

“60 seconds left,” Jane warned as she checked the timer. 

“Okay. I’ll make them count,” Marsha said. She did a few hard hits with the strap before the timer went off. Michelle was trying to keep her knees from buckling, crying from the pain. Finally, the alarm went off.

Marsha laid the strap down and inspected Michelle’s ass, now red and warm. 

“Starting to swell,” she commented, feeling Michelle’s cheeks. “A good spanking well delivered.” 

“Nicely done,” Jane complimented. “If she gets a few of these a week, it might be enough to curb her bad behavior entirely.” Michelle let out a large sob at the thought. 

“Hush, you’ve earned this,” Marsha said as she walked back as Bernice stepped forward, cane in hand. 

“And now I’ll finish it.” She put her hand on the small of Michelle’s back. “Arch your back, stick your butt all the way out. I want you to feel this.” Michelle did as she was told, wiping the tears from her eyes and resuming position. Bernice stood back and rested the cane against her red behind. “This is going to be a long 10 minutes. I want to give you as many as I can. So stay still. If you come out of position, the timer starts again. Understand?” Michelle sobbed and nodded, still facing the wall. “Good. Speaking of, can someone set a timer?” Jane set it again and nodded. Bernice tapped Michelle’s ass with the cane before giving a swing and crack! 

“YOW!” Michelle yelled, her knees almost buckling. 

“Stay in position. Don’t make me start over,” Bernice warned. Swish, crack! yet again. Michelle was full on crying hard from the pain. 

“This is for your own good,” Bernice told her without any sympathy. 

“Agreed. Michelle, this is to help you. Not just to hurt you,” Jane agreed. 

“Although the hurting is partially the point,”Marsha added. 

Swish, crack! “OW!” was on repeat the next few minutes. Bernice meant business with the cane, and she delivered the caning with an even pace, a firm stroke every 20 seconds or so. Michelle held on tight, fighting like hell to keep her legs from moving. Her ass was on absolute fire. 

“60 seconds,” Jane warned. 

“Okay. Michelle, you’re going to get hard fast strokes from now til then. Stay in position. Catch your breath. Here they come.”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Michelle screamed and cried from the pain as Bernice delivered the final blows. Finally, finally, finally, the alarm went off. Bernice lowered the cane and placed it on the coffee table and inspected her work. Michelle’s red cheeks were all marked with lines. She rubbed her finger across a few, making Michelle wince. 

Jane and Marsha got up and the three stood around Michelle’s red ass, all three women in their 50s admiring the red, marked butt of the 24 year old. Michelle was full on sobbing, her ass in absolute pain. 

“I think we did a good job,” Jane said.

“For a maintenance spanking, I’d say so,” Bernice agreed. 

“Wait til it’s a punishment spanking,” Marsha added. 

“Michelle, is there anything you’d like to say?” Jane asked. The three women stood back and gave Michelle some space, standing there watching her as she stood up, desperately wanting to rub, but instead knowing what Jane wanted, she put her hands on her head and turned and faced the three women. She took a moment to catch her breath and calm down before getting out,

“Thank you everyone for punishing me. I’ll do better.” 

“You’re welcome,” the three women responded. 

“Okay now, corner time Michelle. 10 minutes in the corner. You know the drill,” Jane instructed. Michelle waddled to the corner, pants and panties still around her ankles, put her nose in the corner, and put her hands on her head. She still was crying a bit, longing to touch her butt but aware of the consequences. The three older women sat back down at the kitchen table, all tired from the spankings they doled out. 

“Now, let’s figure out how the maintenance spankings are going to work,” Jane said. 

The three women talked and discussed while Michelle stood bare assed in the corner. She was in more pain than ever before, and more scared of what the future held for her and her butt than ever before.