Spanking In The Shared Apartment: Student Spanks Unreliable Roommate
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Naughty Roommate Annoys With Mess And Excuses
She was cute… That was the problem.
Tiny waist, freckles across her nose, and this teasing little smile that made people forgive her too easily. Lisa, 21, literature student, had been living with me for three months now.
Beautiful, yes. But in everyday life? A disaster.
Dishes piled up in the sink, her laundry basket sat open in the hallway for days and she’d followed the cleaning schedule exactly once. I tried to be polite about it. Talked to her. Left notes. Made a calendar with colorful sticky tabs. Nothing worked.
“Oops! Forgot! I’ll do it tomorrow, promise!” That was her favorite line. Usually with a giggle and those innocent eyes. Maybe boys fell for that. I wasn’t a boy. And I wasn’t falling for it.
The day I came home and the kitchen looked like a raccoon had hosted a rave, I’d had enough.
Fed-Up Woman Grabs Naughty Roommate By The Arm
Lisa was lying on the couch, belly down, phone in hand, empty yogurt cup next to her. Her stuff was everywhere. I walked into the kitchen. Dirty dishes, an open cereal box, sticky spots on the floor. She hadn’t even touched the washing machine. My jaw clenched.
I stormed back into the living room. “Lisa.”
“Mmm?”
“Get up.”
She looked at me. “Why?”
“Because I’m done warning you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You kicking me out?”
“No. I’m going to spank you.”
Her smile vanished. “What?”
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. “You’ve earned it. And this time, there will be consequences.”
She resisted, eyes wide, but I sat down on the kitchen chair and pulled her across my lap. Her hands went to the floor, her ass right in position.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“What I should’ve done weeks ago.”
Strict Roommate Pulls Down Pants And Panties
She was wearing loose sweatpants: Easy to grab. I yanked them down to her knees in one swift motion.
“Oh my God!” she yelped, trying to squirm away.
“Hold still.”
Underneath was a small white pair of panties with a lace trim. Cute. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down, too, exposing her bare ass. Round, firm, smooth. Practically made for spanking.
“Please don’t…” she whimpered, kicking her feet.
I pressed her legs together and laid my arm across her lower back, pinning her in place.
Then came the first smack, right on her bare cheek. She jolted, squealed.
Smack! One on the other side.
Smack! Dead center. Her pale ass started turning pink quickly. She kicked her feet, twisted on my lap.
“Ow! Please! I’ll clean, I swear!”
Smack! “Too late. You had your chance.”
I kept going. Not brutal, but firm enough to make her feel every single one. Her feet beat the air, her cheeks bounced with every slap, wobbling slightly before settling again.
Spanked Student Kicks And Begs In Vain
“Please… it hurts!” she squeaked. Her butt was blazing red now. I’d lost count, but it had to be over thirty swats.
I paused only to rub her burning cheeks, slowly, deliberately. She shivered at my touch, whimpered.
Then I raised my hand again. Smack!
She twisted hard, trying to escape.
“You’re staying right here, you lazy little brat.” Smack!
“You let other people clean for you.” Smack!
“You ignore your chores.” Smack!
“Well now you learn.”
She kicked wildly, her toes curling, heels drumming the floor. “Okay! I get it! I’ll do everything!”
“Oh yeah? Then you can start now.”
I gave her five final, firm smacks – fast and hot – then finally let her up.
Student With Burning Bottom Gets Ordered To Clean The Kitchen
Lisa slid off my lap, face flushed, her cute ass glowing red. She reached for her panties. I held them back.
“Nope. As you are. Pants stay down.”
She stared at me, stunned, biting her lip. I pointed to the kitchen.
“You said you’d clean. Let’s go.”
She hobbled over, hands on her scorched bottom. Her sweatpants and panties tangled at her ankles, bare from the waist down. She stood in the kitchen and started washing dishes, awkwardly trying to move without rubbing her sore cheeks.
I sat back on the chair, arms crossed, and watched. “Not half-assed. I want everything spotless. Or I’ll put you back over my knee.”
She washed faster, glancing over her shoulder with a sulky look. Her butt was fully on display: red, marked, still trembling slightly with each movement. Every time she bent over, I saw the glow across both cheeks tighten and stretch.
“Bathroom’s your job tomorrow,” I said casually. She groaned. “For now, start with the fridge.”
