Roommate (F/F story)

 Ann looked around the apartment, shaking her head. "Look at this place!" she said, glaring at her roommate, Lisa, who was sitting in the couch with a book. "Are you EVER going to clean up?"

 

Lisa tried her best to look completely uninterested in what Ann was saying, but in reality, she was listening to every word, hoping for another threat like the last one.

 

Last month, Ann had gotten fed up with her roommate's inability to clean up after herself, and had lectured her about how difficult it was to do all the tidying up on her own. She'd picked up a hairbrush that Lisa for some reason or other had left on top of the TV, and pointed it at her roommate like a dangerous weapon. "You better watch yourself," she'd said. "If you don't start cleaning up, I'm going to pull you over my knee and blister you with this."

 

And she'd left the room, failing to see the look on Lisa's face as the threat went through her body like an electric current, making her gasp for air. She wasn't entirely sure why that threat had caused her blush and go weak-kneed like that, but there was no doubt it did. The idea of getting a spanking from Ann was incredibly scary, but disturbingly intriguing at the same time.

 

As the days passed, she watched Ann walk around in her short shorts, long legs on display, and started to imagine herself being pulled over those legs, bottom in the air.

 

The fantasies soon got stronger and more detailed. "You've been a bad girl, Lisa," Ann would say. "And now you're going to get it."

 

Lisa would plead for mercy, promise to do better in the future, but to no avail. Ann had made up her mind, and would punish her for her misbehaviour. Slowly, but mercilessly, she would cover her poor bottom with spanks, as Lisa cried into her pillow. Then, the poor girl would be forced to stand in the corner, with her bare bottom on display, but Ann would soon call her over – not to hug her and tell her she was forgiven, but to pull her back over her knee, brush in hand.

 

Lisa decided she wouldn't clean up the apartment, just to see what would happen.

 

 

"Are you listening to me?" Ann's angry lecturing brought Lisa back to the present.

 

"Every word," Lisa replied.

 

"How do you even MISPLACE some of these things?" She said in disbelief. She picked up a nearby sauce pot. "Why is this not in the kitchen? And this pile of clothes, are they clean or dirty? Either way, they shouldn't be here." Her eyes moved on, falling on the hairbrush on the TV again. Lisa could feel her hands shaking, and she put the book down so it would be less obvious.

 

"Hm," Ann said, smiling to herself. "Perhaps I SHOULD teach you a lesson with this." She looked over at her roommate. "What do you think, Lisa? Do you think a sore bottom would make you listen?"

 

Lisa looked at her, unsure if it was a serious threat or a joke. She considered her reply carefully, before glaring up at her tall, slender, sexy roommate. "You wouldn't dare."

 

As the tall blonde picked up the brush, marching towards her roommate with ill intent in her eyes, Lisa briefly wondered whether that was the wrong thing to say. Perhaps she should have apologized, promised to do better, done a better job of cleaning up in the future and forget this whole silly spanking business. But before she could take her words back, she found herself pulled over a firm set of thighs, a firm wooden brush about to meet her rear end.

 

Ann didn't waste any time with a warm-up, planting a series of firm, hard smacks on the seat of her shorts. Lisa cried out in shock; she hadn't expected a spanking to hurt like this. Soon, the unrelenting assault on her poor bottom had her kicking her legs.

 

"The brush seems to have an effect on you, little girl," Ann remarked, smirking. "Let's see what it does on the bare." And before Lisa could react, she'd grabbed her shorts, jerking them down to her knees. Her panties followed.

 

Ann continued her brush work, and Lisa howled like a banshee. She hadn't expected her thin shorts and panties to be much protection against the brush, but the difference was mind-boggling.

 

"I want you to start cleaning up after yourself," Ann lectured as if it came naturally to her. "I want you to pay attention when I'm telling you something." She delivered a series of hard smacks to Lisa's sit spots, causing her to cry out. "And I want you to keep in mind that I'll keep a brush around to remind you, in case you forget."

 

Finally, after what seemed like days of non-stop spanking, Ann put the brush down and allowed her friend to stand. She laughed as Lisa leapt from foot to foot, desperately trying to rub the sting out of her poor, abused rear. She picked up her clothes, which had been kicked off her legs some time ago, and retreated to her room to escape her laughter. Just before closing the door, she spotted Ann sitting there, self-satisfied smile dancing on her lips.

 

With her bared butt to the mirror, Lisa turned her head, gasping at the deep-red colour of her cheeks. That was HER bottom, all bruised and beaten like that. Her own two cheeks, finally spanked.

 

Now that it was over, and she was safe in her room again, Lisa found the warmth spreading through her quite pleasant, and she knew that she would find some way to get back over her lovely-looking roommate's knee. Once was not enough – couldn't be enough.

 

She slipped on her panties again, wincing as the fabric touched her skin. One thing was sure, she was going to mend her ways. She was going to keep the place spotless. At least until her bottom healed.