"Angie," I said, doing my utmost to keep my voice calm. "Remember what I said about cleaning up after yourself in the kitchen?"
"I'll get to it later," she said dismissively.
Angie was the younger sister of my good friend Dylan. A few months before, she had spent a night in my guest bedroom so that she wouldn't have to get a hotel room for a college interview. Her interview had been successful, and she'd decided to find a small job here to give her some spending money during her studies.
One day, she called me and said that the flat that she'd found had mold and was unsafe, so she asked if she could stay with me for a bit until she found a new one. I'd agreed, since she'd been a perfect guest and I'd enjoyed our chats – not to mention that she was quite cute, with a beautiful rear end that was enhanced by the short shorts she chose during the day and the tight pyjamas she wore at night.
Unfortunately, she'd turned out to be far less considerate as a flatmate than as an overnight guest. She was messy, rarely cleaned up after herself, and played loud music, and when I tried to bring it up, she sassed me.
"That's what you said yesterday," I reminded her.
"And I'll get to it! Eventually," she told me, returning her gaze to her phone. It was like she was TRYING to annoy me!
Feeling my blood pressure rising, I decided to go for a walk to calm down. I had only gone a few minutes when my phone rang. "Hi, Wayne. How's it going?"
"Hello, Dylan," I replied, sighing. "No change, unfortunately. That sister of yours is a mess! I don't know how you lived with her for so long."
"Of course you do!" he chuckled. "If she made a mess or gave me attitude, I put her over my lap and tanned her little backside. We talked about this, remember?"
"Yes, well, I can't do that, can I?" I responded drily.
He was quiet for a few seconds. "Wayne, have you been dropped on your head recently? Of course you can! You DID, remember? Quite effectively, too, as far as I understand it, though I obviously wasn't there."
"Yes, I spanked her to help her sleep – because she asked me to," I replied. "I can't spank her just to get her to behave."
"Why not?" he asked. I tried to think of an answer. "Just tell her that she can either clean up after herself, take the spanking, or move out."
"You're a fount of wisdom, Dylan," I replied. "Talk to you later."
Deciding to act immediately, I turned and headed back. To tell the truth, the reason I'd been hesitant to punish Angie was that I'd enjoyed taking her over my lap a little too much. Her beautiful bottom had felt wonderfully soft, and I'd loved seeing it bounce under my palm as she squealed. Punishments should be about improving her behaviour, not for my enjoyment.
However, as I glanced at the mess that had been my kitchen, I decided that I would DEFINITELY enjoy this.
I walked up to Angie, grabbing the phone from her hand.
"Hey!" she cried out indignantly, glaring up at me. "Give it back!"
"You'll get it back once the kitchen is spotless. And you're going to start cleaning right now," I said, using my sternest tone.
She rose to her full height, glaring at me. Since she was more than a foot shorter than me and about half the weight, it wasn't particularly intimidating. "Or what?" she spat.
"Or I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you," I replied calmly."You can't do that!" she sputtered.
"We both know that I can. And if you don't start cleaning, I will."
She folded her arms in front of her chest, tossing her hair disdainfully. "You wouldn't dare!"
I enjoyed the sight of her eyes widening as I picked her up by the waist. A few seconds later, I had sat down on the couch and laid her across my lap. I briefly rubbed the seat of her shorts, before delivering the first sound smacks.
"Ow!" She wriggled and tried to stand up, but I easily held her in place. "Let me up!"
I continued to smack her bottom, smiling as I watched her wince. "I'm going to spank you until you've learned your lesson, young lady. I suggest you drop the attitude, or this is going to be a long punishment."
"Ouch! Stop it," she hissed, squirming. "I'm going to tell my brother!"
"You do that," I responded drily, my hand moving from cheek to cheek. I could have told her that he was the one that suggested I should do this, but I decided she could find that out on her own.
I spanked hard and fast, determined that she should learn a real lesson today. She yelped, frantically trying to escape, but I wrapped my arm around her waist to prevent her from going anywhere. She kicked her legs, but this had no effect. "Are you going to apologize and start cleaning?" I asked.
"No!" she snapped.
I raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"No, I won't be cleaning, and I won't be apologizing," she responded. "YOU'RE the one that should be apologizing to ME! Ow!"
In response to this, I flipped her around so that she was lying face-up. She stared at me in confusion, wondering what was happening now – though she quickly figured it out when I started to unbutton her shorts.
"No!" she squealed. "You can't pull them down!" She reached down to grab her shorts, but I easily lowered them to her knees. She was wearing a pink thong, which I left where it was – it did little to protect her modesty and nothing to protect her cheeks, and I didn't want to upset Dylan by baring his little sister completely.
I turned her around so that her bottom was facing me again, and gently rubbed it. She whimpered softly, waiting for the spanking to continue. I didn't leave her waiting long.
I spanked hard and fast, grinning as Angie howled and cried. Her bottom bounced beautifully under my hand, jiggling with every hard smack. Her cheeks were now bright red, and I knew she wouldn't sit comfortably for a day or two.
Eventually, the sobbing girl began to plead. "I'm sorry! Ow! Please, Wayne, I'll behave! Ouch! Please, I'll be good! Not so hard!"
I finally stopped, resting my hand on her burning bottom. I waited a few minutes for her to calm down. "Are you going to clean up after yourself?" I asked sternly.
"Yes, sir! I'll start cleaning away," she promised quickly.
"Are you going to drop the attitude?"
"Yes, sir! I'll be good!"
"And what will happen if you don't behave?"
She grimaced. "I'll get another spanking?" she guessed.
"That's right."
I helped her up, hugging her and rubbing her back as she cried into my shirt. Eventually, she'd calmed down enough to stand up, rubbing her bottom gingerly. She noticed that she'd kicked her shorts into the corner, but when she went to retrieve them, I said "Leave them." She turned to me, a quizzical look on her face, and I explained "You can have them back once you're done cleaning."
She blushed. "You can't make me clean the kitchen in my panties!"
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Can't I?"
For a second, she looked about to protest, but she quickly swallowed her reply. "As you wish, sir," she said humbly. With that, she went into the kitchen and started working.
I'll admit to feeling a bit conflicted. On the one hand, I had greatly enjoyed having the little imp squirming over my lap, and watching her bend over the counter with nothing covering her red rear except a skimpy thong was delightful. There was also no question that she'd deserved everything she got. On the other hand, I wondered if I was abusing my authority. Was I being too harsh on her?
If I could have seen the triumphant grin on her face as she rubbed her backside in the kitchen, I would have realized some things, but she made sure to keep her face meek and contrite whenever she looked in my direction. It took some time for the truth to emerge.
"I'll get to it later," she said dismissively.
Angie was the younger sister of my good friend Dylan. A few months before, she had spent a night in my guest bedroom so that she wouldn't have to get a hotel room for a college interview. Her interview had been successful, and she'd decided to find a small job here to give her some spending money during her studies.
One day, she called me and said that the flat that she'd found had mold and was unsafe, so she asked if she could stay with me for a bit until she found a new one. I'd agreed, since she'd been a perfect guest and I'd enjoyed our chats – not to mention that she was quite cute, with a beautiful rear end that was enhanced by the short shorts she chose during the day and the tight pyjamas she wore at night.
Unfortunately, she'd turned out to be far less considerate as a flatmate than as an overnight guest. She was messy, rarely cleaned up after herself, and played loud music, and when I tried to bring it up, she sassed me.
"That's what you said yesterday," I reminded her.
"And I'll get to it! Eventually," she told me, returning her gaze to her phone. It was like she was TRYING to annoy me!
Feeling my blood pressure rising, I decided to go for a walk to calm down. I had only gone a few minutes when my phone rang. "Hi, Wayne. How's it going?"
"Hello, Dylan," I replied, sighing. "No change, unfortunately. That sister of yours is a mess! I don't know how you lived with her for so long."
"Of course you do!" he chuckled. "If she made a mess or gave me attitude, I put her over my lap and tanned her little backside. We talked about this, remember?"
"Yes, well, I can't do that, can I?" I responded drily.
He was quiet for a few seconds. "Wayne, have you been dropped on your head recently? Of course you can! You DID, remember? Quite effectively, too, as far as I understand it, though I obviously wasn't there."
"Yes, I spanked her to help her sleep – because she asked me to," I replied. "I can't spank her just to get her to behave."
"Why not?" he asked. I tried to think of an answer. "Just tell her that she can either clean up after herself, take the spanking, or move out."
"You're a fount of wisdom, Dylan," I replied. "Talk to you later."
Deciding to act immediately, I turned and headed back. To tell the truth, the reason I'd been hesitant to punish Angie was that I'd enjoyed taking her over my lap a little too much. Her beautiful bottom had felt wonderfully soft, and I'd loved seeing it bounce under my palm as she squealed. Punishments should be about improving her behaviour, not for my enjoyment.
However, as I glanced at the mess that had been my kitchen, I decided that I would DEFINITELY enjoy this.
I walked up to Angie, grabbing the phone from her hand.
"Hey!" she cried out indignantly, glaring up at me. "Give it back!"
"You'll get it back once the kitchen is spotless. And you're going to start cleaning right now," I said, using my sternest tone.
She rose to her full height, glaring at me. Since she was more than a foot shorter than me and about half the weight, it wasn't particularly intimidating. "Or what?" she spat.
"Or I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you," I replied calmly."You can't do that!" she sputtered.
"We both know that I can. And if you don't start cleaning, I will."
She folded her arms in front of her chest, tossing her hair disdainfully. "You wouldn't dare!"
I enjoyed the sight of her eyes widening as I picked her up by the waist. A few seconds later, I had sat down on the couch and laid her across my lap. I briefly rubbed the seat of her shorts, before delivering the first sound smacks.
"Ow!" She wriggled and tried to stand up, but I easily held her in place. "Let me up!"
I continued to smack her bottom, smiling as I watched her wince. "I'm going to spank you until you've learned your lesson, young lady. I suggest you drop the attitude, or this is going to be a long punishment."
"Ouch! Stop it," she hissed, squirming. "I'm going to tell my brother!"
"You do that," I responded drily, my hand moving from cheek to cheek. I could have told her that he was the one that suggested I should do this, but I decided she could find that out on her own.
I spanked hard and fast, determined that she should learn a real lesson today. She yelped, frantically trying to escape, but I wrapped my arm around her waist to prevent her from going anywhere. She kicked her legs, but this had no effect. "Are you going to apologize and start cleaning?" I asked.
"No!" she snapped.
I raised an eyebrow. "No?"
"No, I won't be cleaning, and I won't be apologizing," she responded. "YOU'RE the one that should be apologizing to ME! Ow!"
In response to this, I flipped her around so that she was lying face-up. She stared at me in confusion, wondering what was happening now – though she quickly figured it out when I started to unbutton her shorts.
"No!" she squealed. "You can't pull them down!" She reached down to grab her shorts, but I easily lowered them to her knees. She was wearing a pink thong, which I left where it was – it did little to protect her modesty and nothing to protect her cheeks, and I didn't want to upset Dylan by baring his little sister completely.
I turned her around so that her bottom was facing me again, and gently rubbed it. She whimpered softly, waiting for the spanking to continue. I didn't leave her waiting long.
I spanked hard and fast, grinning as Angie howled and cried. Her bottom bounced beautifully under my hand, jiggling with every hard smack. Her cheeks were now bright red, and I knew she wouldn't sit comfortably for a day or two.
Eventually, the sobbing girl began to plead. "I'm sorry! Ow! Please, Wayne, I'll behave! Ouch! Please, I'll be good! Not so hard!"
I finally stopped, resting my hand on her burning bottom. I waited a few minutes for her to calm down. "Are you going to clean up after yourself?" I asked sternly.
"Yes, sir! I'll start cleaning away," she promised quickly.
"Are you going to drop the attitude?"
"Yes, sir! I'll be good!"
"And what will happen if you don't behave?"
She grimaced. "I'll get another spanking?" she guessed.
"That's right."
I helped her up, hugging her and rubbing her back as she cried into my shirt. Eventually, she'd calmed down enough to stand up, rubbing her bottom gingerly. She noticed that she'd kicked her shorts into the corner, but when she went to retrieve them, I said "Leave them." She turned to me, a quizzical look on her face, and I explained "You can have them back once you're done cleaning."
She blushed. "You can't make me clean the kitchen in my panties!"
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Can't I?"
For a second, she looked about to protest, but she quickly swallowed her reply. "As you wish, sir," she said humbly. With that, she went into the kitchen and started working.
I'll admit to feeling a bit conflicted. On the one hand, I had greatly enjoyed having the little imp squirming over my lap, and watching her bend over the counter with nothing covering her red rear except a skimpy thong was delightful. There was also no question that she'd deserved everything she got. On the other hand, I wondered if I was abusing my authority. Was I being too harsh on her?
If I could have seen the triumphant grin on her face as she rubbed her backside in the kitchen, I would have realized some things, but she made sure to keep her face meek and contrite whenever she looked in my direction. It took some time for the truth to emerge.
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