Flatmates (M/F story)

 Emilia was sitting on her bed, reading a book, but looked up as her flatmate John poked his head into the room. “Hi, Emilia, don’t forget the dishes now.” 

 

 “I’ll do it when I’ve finished this chapter,” she replied.

 

He nodded, giving her a cheeky smile. “Sure. Just don’t keep putting it off, or you might find yourself getting that spanking I’ve been promising you.”

 

As he left, she blushed, and felt a shiver run down her spine. She’d shared a flat with John for a few months now. It was the first time she’d lived away from home, and to tell the truth, she hadn’t really done her share of the chores back home. At first, John had been patient and helped her out, but over time, she could tell that she was getting just a bit annoyed at her tendency to put things off. Like the dishes. Or vacuuming. Or the laundry. John always did it right away when it was his turn, but Emilia just put if off.

 One day, he’d told her that if she didn’t start doing the dishes right this second, he was going to put her across his knee and spank her. She blushed red, and though she was fairly sure he was joking, she’d hurried into the kitchen to get started. As she stood there working, John was watching her with a grin on his face.

 

“Hmm,” he said. “At least there’s something that can get you off your butt.”

 

After that, every time she put things off just a bit too long, he’d threaten to spank her. He always did with a smile, as if he was joking, but she always blushed and hurried off do finish her task, not willing to take the chance.

 

At the end of the chapter, Emilia put the book down and was about to go do the dishes, but after a moment’s thought, she sat back down on her bed and returned to the book. Today, she was going to find out just how serious he was.

 

“Emilia?” John poked his head in again. “Are you going to the dishes soon?”

 

Emilia glanced up. “No,” she replied, trying to sound confident and aloof.

 

“Pardon?” he said, wrinkling his brow.

 

“I said no,” she responded airily. “I’m reading a very good book, and I don’t feel like doing the dishes today.”

 

He entered the room, a confused expression on his face. “Am I going to have to take you over my knee?” he said at last.

 

She shrugged. “Go ahead.” Even she could hear the slight trembling in her voice.

 

John raised an eyebrow. She watched as he walked over to her desk, picking up the chair and carrying it into the centre of the room. Calmly, he walked over to her, grabbed her gently by the wrist, and pulled her to her feet. She didn’t resist as he led her over to the chair, sat down, and guided her over his lap.

 

He started to smack her bottom, delivering what was little more than gentle pats to her backside.

 

“Naughty girls that don’t do their share of the housework get spanked,” he lectured with a smile.

 

He continued to spank her, each smack just a little harder than the last one.

 

She wriggled her backside, unable to hide her grin. To tell the truth, this actually felt rather pleasant.

 

“Are you going to the dishes now, or am I going to have to keep doing this?” As he talked, his hand continued to land on her cheeks.

 

“Go ahead,” she told him. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

 

“Well, maybe I should take these jeans down, then.”

 

Her breath caught in her throat. She thought about her flatmate seeing her in her panties – scratch that, putting his hand on her panties. Her spine shivered again.

 

“Maybe you should,” she said, her head down by the floor to hide the blush.

 

After a moment’s hesitation, he helped her to her feet. She bit her lip as he reached out and began to undo the button of her jeans. He looked up at her as he undid her zipper, starting to pull her jeans down, but she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

 

He pulled her jeans down to her knees, then guided her back over his lap. He gently rubbed the seat of her dark cotton panties, then continued the spanking.

 

She flinched a little as the first smacks landed. It stung more without the protection of her jeans, but she couldn’t say she wasn’t enjoying every slap. She wriggled her hips as his hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering a pleasant sting that covered every inch of her posterior.

 

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he asked after a few minutes.

 

“Not a chance,” she scoffed. “You’re just going to have to continue.”

 

“Maybe I should take your panties down, then.”

 

She licked her lips. “Go ahead.”

 

He placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties, lowering them to her knees. Once again, he rubbed her rear before continuing the spanking.

 

“You know, I think you’re enjoying this,” he said.

 

She giggled. “What was your first clue?”

 

“Well, the fact that your panties are soaked through was a big hint.”’

 

She blushed. “Well, considering that something is poking me in the stomach, I don’t think I’m the only one.”

 

He continued to spank her, and soon, she was rolling around on his lap, moaning. Her bottom was bright pink.

 

 

A few hours later, Emilia was standing at the sink, doing the dishes. She was wearing an old t-shirt, a satisfied grin, and absolutely nothing else. Once John had finished the spanking, he’d helped her to her feet, and they kissed passionately. Soon, they were making love on her bed.

 

She rubbed her stinging rear. If these were the consequences she faced, she had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she’d forgot to do the housework.