When I first found out that I would be sharing a dorm room with Lily, and thus sleeping only inches away from the most attractive and most popular girl I knew, my heart started beating. I considered myself the luckiest girl in the college, and I was quite looking forward to it. By now, almost two months later, that initial delight had definitely worn off.
Don't get me wrong; Lily was still a stunner – a tall, curvy blonde with a cute button nose, and it was always captivating to watch her bend over to retrieve something from the bottom drawer of her desk, and see those tight pyjamas stretch nicely over that beautiful bubble butt. I could feel my palm itch just looking at it. However, she turned out to be a real pain in the rear to live with. She was never knowingly selfish, but she was shortsighted and seemed unable to predict how her actions would affect others.
Today, I had gone straight to the library after my college classes were done, and I returned to the dorm room in the evening to find that a party had happened while I was away. Beer bottles were strewn all over the room, crisps had been trampled into the carpet, and there were stains that hadn't been cleaned up, while Lily was lying on her bed reading.
"Hi, Debra," she called out in her usual cheerful tone. "What's up?"
"Had a party, I see?" I said curtly. She nodded, and I continued: "And when were you planning to clean this up?"
"I'll do it tomorrow," she replied casually. "I'm a bit tired now."
"Do you think it's acceptable to leave the room in this state until then?" I said, placing my hands on my hips in what my little sister teasingly called my 'mum pose'.
She frowned. "Is something wrong, Debra? You seem upset."
"I'll tell you what's wrong," I said, starting to count on my fingers. "One, you hold a party here without asking me. It's my room too, and I have a right to know when there's going to be other people here. Who knows, maybe I'd accidentally left my underwear drawer open or something. Two, it's a bit hurtful that I didn't get an invite – I don't think I'd have spent the evening at the library if I knew there was a party."
A guilty expression crossed her face. She seemed about to say something, but didn't.
"Three. I come home after a long day of studying to find my room in a mess. If you're going to have a party, the least you can do is clean up after yourself – not leave it until the next day. Every part of the room is messy, and someone even accidentally spilled a beer bottle in my bed." I frowned. "At least, I HOPE that's what that small stain is…" Quickly sniffing it, I sighed in relief. "Thank God, it's just beer."
She rose up on her elbows, putting her book away. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't think –"
"I'm sure you didn't. You never do." I sighed. Too tired and frustrated to consider what I was saying, I blurted out "I should take you over my knee and spank you."
Lily turned pale, staring wide-eyed at me. She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. A couple of seconds later, she tried again, but just as fruitlessly. Inwardly, I cursed myself. College students do not threaten other students with spankings, I reminded myself.
"I'll start cleaning right now," Lily squeaked, bouncing to her feet. She hurriedly started to put away the bottles and retrieved the vacuum cleaner to deal with the crisps. While I would normally take great pleasure in seeing her bend over and pick up things – both because she looked lovely while doing it, and because it was a rare treat to see her clean – the scene was somewhat spoiled by the way she kept glancing over at me as if worried that I would come charging at her with my hairbrush raised. She seemed genuinely afraid of me – which was reasonable, I suppose. It's not every day you discover that you share a room with a pervert.
Over the next week, Lily was a lot more considerate. Maybe my words had somehow given her empathy, or maybe she was fearful of incurring my wrath. Whether in class or back at the dorm, she would keep glancing at me, and if I looked back at her, she'd blush and lower her gaze.
Friday evening, I came back to the dorm room to find a pile of her clothes on my desk. Lily had been doing laundry, and had clearly chosen my desk as the place to fold them – but why? Her own desk was nearby and just as large.
"What's this?" I looked over at Lily, who was lying on her bed and looking at her phone.
"Oh – I needed a place to fold my clothes," she mumbled. "I'm sorry, I didn't think –"
"That doesn't surprise me," I responded drily. "Are you going to move them so I can work?"
She bit her lip. "Are you going to spank me if I don't?"
For a few seconds, we stared at each other, neither of us breathing. Then, I folded my arms in front of my chest. "I might," I told her noncommittally, wondering where this was going.
She rose to her feet. "Are you going to spank me over my pyjamas bottoms? Or lower them?" She paused. "And my panties… will they come down?"
I wasn't sure what was happening, but I liked what I was hearing. "All proper spankings are on the bare bottom, young lady… didn't you know that?" I said, trying to sound stern.
She swallowed, blushing. "I've never been spanked before… Will I cry? Will it be over your knee or bent over the desk? Maybe lying down on the bed?" I stared at her – she seemed to have put even more thought into this than I had. "Will you use your hand? Your hairbrush? A belt? Something else?" She glanced away. "Will I have to stand in the corner afterwards?"
My throat was dry, and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. I began to realize that the looks that Lily had been throwing me weren't the glances of a woman realizing she's sharing a living space with a disgusting pervert – they were the looks of wonder of a spanko who realizes she's no longer alone, and thinks about how close she is to getting what she needs. I was slightly surprised that she hadn't come up with a better way to brat her way into a spanking, but then again, I should be thankful. A nicely folded pile of clothes that would take seconds to move was a lot better than the mess she'd made last week.
I stepped forward, placing my hand on her chin and forcing her to look at me. "Lily. I am going to take you over my knee, take your pyjamas bottoms and panties down, and spank your cute little tushy until it's bright red and throbbing, and you're sobbing and promising to be good. Is that clear, young lady?"
A squeak escaped her lips, and she blushed as red as a fire engine. "Yes, ma'am," she mumbled.
This was actually happening, I told myself. My adorable roommate wanted me to take her over my knee and spank her bottom.
She made no effort to resist as I led her over to her bed. I then sat down, grinning wolfishly as I gently guided her over my lap. Her pyjamas bottoms were quite tight, so it took a bit of work to wriggle them down to her knees – though Lily helpfully lifted her hips to make the process easier to me. It took a lot less work to slip her pink panties down.
I gazed down at the pale, perfect orbs that were balanced over my lap, waiting patiently for my hand to paint them red. I rested my hand on her butt and squeezed, enjoying the sound of her impatient muttering.
"Are you ready for a good, hard spanking, young lady?" I scolded sternly. I grinned to myself as I glanced between her legs – she was almost as wet as I was.
"Yes, ma'am." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
I chuckled. "You're not sorry enough, you silly little girl. But you will be." I lifted my hand and gave her a dozen hard, quick smacks, my heart leaping as I watched her beautiful buns bouncing under my palm. This was even better than I'd imagined! Her backside was gorgeous and seemed to be made for my hand. I continued to slap her, and she grunted.
"Ow! That stings," she moaned, but she didn't sound upset.
"It's supposed to, girl," I scolded, continuing to smack her.
My hand moved from cheek to cheek, giving her hard slaps that made her beautiful cheeks jiggle. This was amazing! I could do this for hours – days, if needed.
"Are you sorry for being a bad girl, Lily?" I scolded, watching her cheeks turn pink under my palm.
And Lily said the most wonderful thing she could have said: "No!"
"Excuse me?" I said in a warning tone, raising an eyebrow.
"You heard me!" She tossed her hair dismissively. "You're a meanie, and it doesn't even hurt!"
While Lily may have been new to being spanked, she certainly knew how to say 'Please spank me harder'. And I was perfectly willing to grant her what she asked for.
She gasped as my hand came down harder and faster than before. The loud smacks rang out in the quiet room, accompanied by her squeals and whimpers. Soon, she was squirming over my lap and moaning from both pain and pleasure.
She was bucking and bouncing, and her bottom was beginning to turn red. My palm was beginning to sting, and I considered reaching over to grab her hairbrush from her nightstand, but decided against it – her bottom felt heavenly under my hand, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.
Finally, she broke down in tears and promised to be good. She pleaded with me to stop, and I decided it was enough – though I gave her about twenty hard smacks before finishing, just to make sure she knew who was in charge. I helped her up, and soon, she was sitting in my lap as I dried her tears and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"You missed," she whispered with a pout. I grinned. My next kiss was on her lips.
"How did you like being spanked?" I asked.
She thought about it. "It stings but…" She shook her head. "I've needed that for a long time. All my life, maybe." She looked up at me. "We're… we're going to do this again, aren't we?"
For a second or two, I considered saying "no", just to see the despair on her face, but decided not to. "Of course we are," I told her as I reached down and squeezed her bottom, causing her to wince. "As often as you need it – and maybe a few times more, just to make sure." I grinned. "And after your spankings, you are going to go down on your knees and thank me properly for punishing you."
She frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"I've heard the professors say you have a silver tongue. Now, you're going to prove it."
She blushed, but quickly kneeled on the floor. I lowered my shorts and panties, preparing to be rewarded for my efforts. The most beautiful girl in the college knelt before me, ready to lick me into an amazing orgasm.
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