Marsha Moves In
Michelle woke up at around 9am the next morning. Whereas the previous morning she woke up feeling dandy, this morning she felt even worse than ever before. Today was a big day, and not necessarily a good one. She got out of bed and wandered out into the living room. No sign of anyone. She didn't know if she was supposed to be getting a daily spanking, but with Jane not around, she guessed not.
She walked into the kitchen and decided to fill the void in her stomach with actual food. Checking through the pantry, she found a box of chocolate donuts. She took one out and, as she headed back towards her room, the apartment door opened and Jane peeked in. She looked at the frizzy-haired young lady in her pajamas and kind of just shook her head.
"Just waking up?" Michelle nodded. "About time. We'll be having an apartment meeting at 10am in the living room. 10 on the dot. Don't be late," she instructed. Michelle looked out into the hallway and saw the apartment directly across the hall. The door was open, and there, 20 feet away, arranging a chair, was Marsha, straight out of Michelle's nightmares and back into her life. Jane shut the door behind her as she returned to Marsha's.
Michelle took her uneaten donut and brought it into her bedroom with her. She placed it on the dresser where the sun began to shine on it as she grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
At 9:45am she came back into her room from her shower, clean and wrapped in her towel. However, as awake as she was, she felt and moved like a zombie. The meeting she had in 15 minutes could NOT be anything but terrible news. As much as she was used to how things were here, she still absolutely wasn't. There was no mental or emotional exercise she could do to make any of this seem tolerable or normal.
Michelle dried herself off a bit and put on a bra and a red t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. She went to her dresser to get panties and noticed her donut still sitting there, all melty. Figuring she should eat it to get something in her system before the upcoming meeting and to stop it from getting messier, she took the donut and ate it as quick as she could. Her fingers were all covered in chocolate, and she looked for tissues but she didn't have a box. Michelle rolled her eyes, whatever. No big deal. She reached into her underwear drawer and, without thinking, pulled out a purple thong from the rear side, clenching it with her thumb and forefinger. Michelle normally wore regular panties but did have thongs lying around for special occasions. This wasn't one, but she was too in the zombie-mode to care. She put the skimpy underwear on and put on a pair of blue jean shorts.
Dressed, she headed into the bathroom to wash her hands and blowdry her hair. As she blow-dryed and brushed, her phone alarm went off - 9:58AM. She had to do this to make sure she was on time to things for Jane, who didn't tolerate tardiness. If she wanted Michelle somewhere by 9:00AM and Michelle didn't get there until 9:01AM, she'd be over Jane's lap with her panties down by 9:02AM.
Michelle headed into the living room and there they sat. Her mid-50s black-haired roommate in a long black dress, and her late 40s blonde friend in a black top and a long beige skirt down to below her knees. Jane sat on the couch and Marsha in a chair. Marsha had a large bag next to her chair on the floor. Michelle walked in, like a scared deer into a lions den.
"Good morning, Michelle. Say hi to our new neighbor," Jane said.
"Hi," came Michelle's dull response.
"It's me, Marsha. Remember? I was he-"
"Yes. I remember you."
"Alright. Well it seems daily spankings from Jane just weren't making the cut, eh? Still misbehaving and acting like a brat, huh?"
"I forgot to turn my phone on, it wasn-"
"I don't want to hear it. Excuses, excuses. Jane's told me everything. Over a year you've been here and yet you still need to be spanked on the regular like a little girl. Every single day, poor Jane's had to punish you over and over. And yet you still break all the rules. A woman in her 20s for gods sake needing to be punished! Needing to be spanked! Because she can't follow simple rules that she agreed to! It's ludicrous."
"Okay, poor Jane?!"
"Yes. She's a busy woman and she's not exactly a spring chicken. No offense." Jane chuckled.
"None at all." Marsha continued,
"She doesn't need to be looking out to punish you all the time. She''s not a babysitter."
"She doesn't NEED to punish me at all," argued a frustrated Michelle.
"Yes, she does. That's what you agreed to. And that's what keeps naughty brats like yourself in tow. But sometimes the naughtier brats like yourself need a LOT of discipline. And that's what I'm doing here. I have a spare key to this apartment and I work from home. I can discipline you at any time when you're out of line to give Jane a break. And as I'm sure you remember, unlike Jane, I have no tolerance and no leniency when it comes to bad girls and discipline."
"Jane has no tolerance!"
"Please. Jane lets you get away with a lot. Maybe that's why you're still behaving this way."
"Get away with a lot? She's been spanking me EVERY SINGLE MORNING!"
"And yet here we are, because that's clearly not enough. So that's what I'm doing here. Jane has been my best friend for many years, and I'd do anything for her. And so I'm here to help her. And help you."
"Help me," asked Michelle sarcastically.
"Yes, help you. Help YOU become a better roommate and person so hopefully you won't NEED spankings anymore one day. But that day looks like it's pretty far away in the future. So let's get started first of all. Come here."
"Why?"
"Don't ask why. Don't talk back. Jane and I are in charge and when tell you something, you do it. Come here." Michelle walked over and stood in front of Marsha, who reached forward and unbuttoned Michelle's jean shorts, unzippered them, and began pulling them down. "Down to your ankles," she commanded. Michelle pushed the shorts down and let them fall. "At least you're wearing underwear now. Alright. Put your hands on your head and turn around. Ass to me." Michelle did as she was told. Marsha scoffed.
"What is this?"
"What is what?
"This underwear? This isn't even remotely acceptable. I see your ass cheeks!" Marsha complained, giving Michelle's right cheek a slap. "This isn't underwear, this is a wedgie."
"I put it on by accident."
"Why do you have them in the first place??"
"What business is that of yours?? It's MY underwear!"
"When you live in this apartment you go by the rules. Jane, did you know about this?"
"I most certainly did not," Jane answered. "I used to enforce a stricter underpants policy."
"Disgraceful," Marsha uttered, taking the thong and beginning to lower it. She checked the tag that popped out and looked at both sides. "No name on your underwear?"
"Oh my god," Michelle moaned.
"Oh my god what? Your name is to be on ALL your underwear. Sharpied, stitched, whatever it takes. It's a good thing I showed up, time to crack down on your recklessness. Speaking of, let's take these down." Marsha unrolled the thong down. However, as it got to just below Michelle's butt cheeks, she saw something, and it wasn't so much a name so much as it was a smudge from a chocolate donut. "Jesus Christ! Is that a skidmark?!" Michelle jumped, and Jane looked disgusted.
"Really, Michelle??"
"There are no skidmarks in my underwear!"
"There's literally one right here!" Marsha said, getting up. "Come have a look for yourself, Jane," Marsha said as she rushed to the bathroom. Jane stood up and walked over to Michelle and looked at the thong. And there it was, a brown smudge.
"Michelle, how old are you?? Honestly? Do you not know how to wipe?!"
"I do! I have no idea where that came from!"
"Oh Michelle," Jane said, shaking her head and returning to the couch. Marsha returned to the bathroom a few moments later, drying her hands with paper towels.
"Disgusting. Take it off," she commanded. Michelle stepped out of her jean shorts and dropped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it. She put her hands down to cover her vagina, but Marsha was having none of it. "Hands back on your head. You leave them there until I've told you to move them." Michelle did what she was told. Marsha reached down, picked up Michelle's thong with the paper towels, and walked over and dropped them all in the trash. "We'll be throwing out ALL your inappropriate underwear. We'll be going through your underwear with a fine tooth comb. But before we do anything," Marsha turned to Jane, "You mind if I start taking action with her?"
"Not at all."
"When did you put on that thing?"
"This morning."
"And did it have a stain in it when you did?"
"No..?"
"So you left a skidmark in it this morning. Jane, you mind getting up? Michelle, go lay on the couch on your back." Confused, Michelle walked over to the couch as Jane got up and walked away. Marsha reached into her bag and pulled out a container of Wet Wipes as Michelle laid on her back. Marsha walked over and leaned down near Michelle's ass. "Legs up and hold them." Michelle did as she was told as Marsha took a wet wipe and began wiping Michelle's ass.
"What are you doing?!"
"Cleaning you nice and thorough," came the answer as Marsha took another wet wipe and really thoroughly scrubbed Michelle's butt crack and inner butt cheeks with the wipes.
"Ugh, that hurts," Michelle complained.
"If you knew how to wipe your own ass we wouldn't have this problem. There, clean," Marsha said, walking over to the garbage and throwing the wipes away and washing her hands in the kitchen sink. Michelle stayed on the couch holding her legs up.
"I like your style," Jane commented to Marsha.
"Alright. Next on the hygiene list," Marsha began as she walked back to Michelle. "Put your legs down." Michelle lowered her legs and Marsha got a look at her vagina, or what she could see with Michelle's pubic hair nice and thick. "Why do you have a jungle down here?"
"Excuse me?!"
"This is disgusting."
"It's winter! I like warmth, for your information."
"Don't worry, you'll be warm down there soon. But first," Marsha began, returning to her bag and pulling out shaving cream and a razor and a little towel, "Let's clean you up."
"WHAT? NO!"
"You can do as you're told, or you can be evicted. The contract YOU signed is very clear."
"I'm a grown woman who can take care of her body herself!"
"You're a grown woman who doesn't know how to wipe her ass and still get spanked. Spare me the preaching and hold still," Marsha demanded as she sprayed shaving cream all over Michelle's little bush. She then put the towel below Michelle's crotch, took a razor and began working her way. Michelle laid there miserably mortified as this woman she barely knew gave her a nice clean shave. After a few minutes, Marsha put the razor down, took a wet wipe, and wiped Michelle's groin clean. No hair in sight. Michelle laid there fuming with tears in her eyes. She HATED this woman.
"Now, stand up, go stand in that corner, with your hands on your head and your nose up against the corner. Do NOT come out or speak until spoken to. Go." Michelle got up, wandered into the corner between the kitchen and living room area, put her nose to the wall and stood with her hands on her head. Her ass on display and her vagina having slight razor burn. Marsha put her cleaning supplies away and sat on her chair as Jane resumed her seat on the couch.
"So, what do you think?" Marsha asked.
"Very impressive," Jane commended, giving a little golf clap. "THAT'S the kind of discipline Michelle needs that I just don't have the time or energy to give."
"Well that's why I'm here. Now, how do you do her daily spankings?"
"Every morning for a half hour."
"Alright. Well my thought is to give her two daily spankings. You get her in the morning when she wakes up, I got her at night before she goes to bed. What do you think, an hour every night?" Michelle stood paralyzed in fear and agony as she listened to these two old woman discuss her fate.
"An hour might be a little too long. I usually do the half in the morning and that tends to work."
"Maybe we should up it to an hour each."
"That might be a little too excessive for daily maintenance."
"Hm. Alright. We'll do a half hour each session for now. If she gets out of line, we can up it."
"Definitely."
"We'll set up a schedule later today for what time her spankings are. Now, actual punishment spankings?"
"Anywhere at anytime."
"Excellent. And that'll be whoever is nearby her when she breaks a rule. Or whoever has the energy and time at the time to really discipline her appropriately for the situation."
"Indeed. And a double spanking from the two of us wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Not at all." Michelle moaned and whimpered from the corner. "Hey! Keep your mouth shut," Marsha demanded. "What have you spanked her with in the past?"
"Everything but the cane."
"I see. I'm heavy on the cane so that'll swing heavily into my sessions, pun intended." The two women laughed almost evilly. "Who else is allowed to spank her?"
"Anyone in control of this apartment that I see fit."
"Excellent, excellent. Keeping her in line when we're not around. I like. You do punishment spankings by number of spanks, yes?"
"Yes I do."
"Alright, and I do it by time. That works for both ways. Now, about her underwear. All thongs in the trash. All panties need her name in them on the tag or waistband TONIGHT by 5pm no later. And surprise clean underwear checks will be mandatory. I don't want any other disgusting surprises."
"Understood."
"If she buys any underwear we approve it first. And we'll be checking her underwear to make sure she's wearing appropriate ones randomly. Any infraction is a spanking."
"Very good."
"You see her in the corner right now? Quiet and reflective?" The two women looked at the girl in the corner, shaking for her life. "I'm big on corner time. Punishment spankings will be followed by corner time. No talking or coming out until told otherwise. Coming out of the corner restarts a spanking from the beginning."
"I've never done corner time with Michelle."
"Well we're starting it now. Cornertime rules are important, so listen up Michelle. After every single punishment spanking you will stand in that corner. Panties down at the floor, hands on your head, nose in the corner. You don't come out or speak until told otherwise. We will restart your spanking if you dare come out. Got it?" Michelle nodded.
"How long would she be in the corner?"
"Oh, depends on the infraction. 5-10 minutes for minor rules. Up to an hour or so for bigger rules."
"Got it. Anything else?"
"Mmm. Nothing right now, but anything I come up with we can discuss and add after. Anything you want to add?"
"Mm, nope. I'll write up the contract for Michelle to sign to include all this."
"Alright. I guess we've settled things. Good meeting. Michelle? Come over here." Michelle, keeping her hands on her head, walked over to the couch. "Did you hear and understand ALL the terms?" Michelle sniffled and nodded. "And if you break any rules or object, you're outta here on the street. Understood?" Michelle nodded. "Good. Now go to your room. Name on your underwear by 5pm today. Your first spanking by ME is tonight at 7pm sharp. Here in this living room. Don't be late."
Michelle walked to her room, fucking distraught. Behind her, she heard Jane say "Welcome to the apartment."
Michelle walked into her room, opened her underwear drawer, pulled out all her panties, took a marker, and began writing her name, and with each tag she wrote her name on, it seemed like she was writing her name to a death sentence.
Michelle woke up at around 9am the next morning. Whereas the previous morning she woke up feeling dandy, this morning she felt even worse than ever before. Today was a big day, and not necessarily a good one. She got out of bed and wandered out into the living room. No sign of anyone. She didn't know if she was supposed to be getting a daily spanking, but with Jane not around, she guessed not.
She walked into the kitchen and decided to fill the void in her stomach with actual food. Checking through the pantry, she found a box of chocolate donuts. She took one out and, as she headed back towards her room, the apartment door opened and Jane peeked in. She looked at the frizzy-haired young lady in her pajamas and kind of just shook her head.
"Just waking up?" Michelle nodded. "About time. We'll be having an apartment meeting at 10am in the living room. 10 on the dot. Don't be late," she instructed. Michelle looked out into the hallway and saw the apartment directly across the hall. The door was open, and there, 20 feet away, arranging a chair, was Marsha, straight out of Michelle's nightmares and back into her life. Jane shut the door behind her as she returned to Marsha's.
Michelle took her uneaten donut and brought it into her bedroom with her. She placed it on the dresser where the sun began to shine on it as she grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
At 9:45am she came back into her room from her shower, clean and wrapped in her towel. However, as awake as she was, she felt and moved like a zombie. The meeting she had in 15 minutes could NOT be anything but terrible news. As much as she was used to how things were here, she still absolutely wasn't. There was no mental or emotional exercise she could do to make any of this seem tolerable or normal.
Michelle dried herself off a bit and put on a bra and a red t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. She went to her dresser to get panties and noticed her donut still sitting there, all melty. Figuring she should eat it to get something in her system before the upcoming meeting and to stop it from getting messier, she took the donut and ate it as quick as she could. Her fingers were all covered in chocolate, and she looked for tissues but she didn't have a box. Michelle rolled her eyes, whatever. No big deal. She reached into her underwear drawer and, without thinking, pulled out a purple thong from the rear side, clenching it with her thumb and forefinger. Michelle normally wore regular panties but did have thongs lying around for special occasions. This wasn't one, but she was too in the zombie-mode to care. She put the skimpy underwear on and put on a pair of blue jean shorts.
Dressed, she headed into the bathroom to wash her hands and blowdry her hair. As she blow-dryed and brushed, her phone alarm went off - 9:58AM. She had to do this to make sure she was on time to things for Jane, who didn't tolerate tardiness. If she wanted Michelle somewhere by 9:00AM and Michelle didn't get there until 9:01AM, she'd be over Jane's lap with her panties down by 9:02AM.
Michelle headed into the living room and there they sat. Her mid-50s black-haired roommate in a long black dress, and her late 40s blonde friend in a black top and a long beige skirt down to below her knees. Jane sat on the couch and Marsha in a chair. Marsha had a large bag next to her chair on the floor. Michelle walked in, like a scared deer into a lions den.
"Good morning, Michelle. Say hi to our new neighbor," Jane said.
"Hi," came Michelle's dull response.
"It's me, Marsha. Remember? I was he-"
"Yes. I remember you."
"Alright. Well it seems daily spankings from Jane just weren't making the cut, eh? Still misbehaving and acting like a brat, huh?"
"I forgot to turn my phone on, it wasn-"
"I don't want to hear it. Excuses, excuses. Jane's told me everything. Over a year you've been here and yet you still need to be spanked on the regular like a little girl. Every single day, poor Jane's had to punish you over and over. And yet you still break all the rules. A woman in her 20s for gods sake needing to be punished! Needing to be spanked! Because she can't follow simple rules that she agreed to! It's ludicrous."
"Okay, poor Jane?!"
"Yes. She's a busy woman and she's not exactly a spring chicken. No offense." Jane chuckled.
"None at all." Marsha continued,
"She doesn't need to be looking out to punish you all the time. She''s not a babysitter."
"She doesn't NEED to punish me at all," argued a frustrated Michelle.
"Yes, she does. That's what you agreed to. And that's what keeps naughty brats like yourself in tow. But sometimes the naughtier brats like yourself need a LOT of discipline. And that's what I'm doing here. I have a spare key to this apartment and I work from home. I can discipline you at any time when you're out of line to give Jane a break. And as I'm sure you remember, unlike Jane, I have no tolerance and no leniency when it comes to bad girls and discipline."
"Jane has no tolerance!"
"Please. Jane lets you get away with a lot. Maybe that's why you're still behaving this way."
"Get away with a lot? She's been spanking me EVERY SINGLE MORNING!"
"And yet here we are, because that's clearly not enough. So that's what I'm doing here. Jane has been my best friend for many years, and I'd do anything for her. And so I'm here to help her. And help you."
"Help me," asked Michelle sarcastically.
"Yes, help you. Help YOU become a better roommate and person so hopefully you won't NEED spankings anymore one day. But that day looks like it's pretty far away in the future. So let's get started first of all. Come here."
"Why?"
"Don't ask why. Don't talk back. Jane and I are in charge and when tell you something, you do it. Come here." Michelle walked over and stood in front of Marsha, who reached forward and unbuttoned Michelle's jean shorts, unzippered them, and began pulling them down. "Down to your ankles," she commanded. Michelle pushed the shorts down and let them fall. "At least you're wearing underwear now. Alright. Put your hands on your head and turn around. Ass to me." Michelle did as she was told. Marsha scoffed.
"What is this?"
"What is what?
"This underwear? This isn't even remotely acceptable. I see your ass cheeks!" Marsha complained, giving Michelle's right cheek a slap. "This isn't underwear, this is a wedgie."
"I put it on by accident."
"Why do you have them in the first place??"
"What business is that of yours?? It's MY underwear!"
"When you live in this apartment you go by the rules. Jane, did you know about this?"
"I most certainly did not," Jane answered. "I used to enforce a stricter underpants policy."
"Disgraceful," Marsha uttered, taking the thong and beginning to lower it. She checked the tag that popped out and looked at both sides. "No name on your underwear?"
"Oh my god," Michelle moaned.
"Oh my god what? Your name is to be on ALL your underwear. Sharpied, stitched, whatever it takes. It's a good thing I showed up, time to crack down on your recklessness. Speaking of, let's take these down." Marsha unrolled the thong down. However, as it got to just below Michelle's butt cheeks, she saw something, and it wasn't so much a name so much as it was a smudge from a chocolate donut. "Jesus Christ! Is that a skidmark?!" Michelle jumped, and Jane looked disgusted.
"Really, Michelle??"
"There are no skidmarks in my underwear!"
"There's literally one right here!" Marsha said, getting up. "Come have a look for yourself, Jane," Marsha said as she rushed to the bathroom. Jane stood up and walked over to Michelle and looked at the thong. And there it was, a brown smudge.
"Michelle, how old are you?? Honestly? Do you not know how to wipe?!"
"I do! I have no idea where that came from!"
"Oh Michelle," Jane said, shaking her head and returning to the couch. Marsha returned to the bathroom a few moments later, drying her hands with paper towels.
"Disgusting. Take it off," she commanded. Michelle stepped out of her jean shorts and dropped the thong to her ankles and stepped out of it. She put her hands down to cover her vagina, but Marsha was having none of it. "Hands back on your head. You leave them there until I've told you to move them." Michelle did what she was told. Marsha reached down, picked up Michelle's thong with the paper towels, and walked over and dropped them all in the trash. "We'll be throwing out ALL your inappropriate underwear. We'll be going through your underwear with a fine tooth comb. But before we do anything," Marsha turned to Jane, "You mind if I start taking action with her?"
"Not at all."
"When did you put on that thing?"
"This morning."
"And did it have a stain in it when you did?"
"No..?"
"So you left a skidmark in it this morning. Jane, you mind getting up? Michelle, go lay on the couch on your back." Confused, Michelle walked over to the couch as Jane got up and walked away. Marsha reached into her bag and pulled out a container of Wet Wipes as Michelle laid on her back. Marsha walked over and leaned down near Michelle's ass. "Legs up and hold them." Michelle did as she was told as Marsha took a wet wipe and began wiping Michelle's ass.
"What are you doing?!"
"Cleaning you nice and thorough," came the answer as Marsha took another wet wipe and really thoroughly scrubbed Michelle's butt crack and inner butt cheeks with the wipes.
"Ugh, that hurts," Michelle complained.
"If you knew how to wipe your own ass we wouldn't have this problem. There, clean," Marsha said, walking over to the garbage and throwing the wipes away and washing her hands in the kitchen sink. Michelle stayed on the couch holding her legs up.
"I like your style," Jane commented to Marsha.
"Alright. Next on the hygiene list," Marsha began as she walked back to Michelle. "Put your legs down." Michelle lowered her legs and Marsha got a look at her vagina, or what she could see with Michelle's pubic hair nice and thick. "Why do you have a jungle down here?"
"Excuse me?!"
"This is disgusting."
"It's winter! I like warmth, for your information."
"Don't worry, you'll be warm down there soon. But first," Marsha began, returning to her bag and pulling out shaving cream and a razor and a little towel, "Let's clean you up."
"WHAT? NO!"
"You can do as you're told, or you can be evicted. The contract YOU signed is very clear."
"I'm a grown woman who can take care of her body herself!"
"You're a grown woman who doesn't know how to wipe her ass and still get spanked. Spare me the preaching and hold still," Marsha demanded as she sprayed shaving cream all over Michelle's little bush. She then put the towel below Michelle's crotch, took a razor and began working her way. Michelle laid there miserably mortified as this woman she barely knew gave her a nice clean shave. After a few minutes, Marsha put the razor down, took a wet wipe, and wiped Michelle's groin clean. No hair in sight. Michelle laid there fuming with tears in her eyes. She HATED this woman.
"Now, stand up, go stand in that corner, with your hands on your head and your nose up against the corner. Do NOT come out or speak until spoken to. Go." Michelle got up, wandered into the corner between the kitchen and living room area, put her nose to the wall and stood with her hands on her head. Her ass on display and her vagina having slight razor burn. Marsha put her cleaning supplies away and sat on her chair as Jane resumed her seat on the couch.
"So, what do you think?" Marsha asked.
"Very impressive," Jane commended, giving a little golf clap. "THAT'S the kind of discipline Michelle needs that I just don't have the time or energy to give."
"Well that's why I'm here. Now, how do you do her daily spankings?"
"Every morning for a half hour."
"Alright. Well my thought is to give her two daily spankings. You get her in the morning when she wakes up, I got her at night before she goes to bed. What do you think, an hour every night?" Michelle stood paralyzed in fear and agony as she listened to these two old woman discuss her fate.
"An hour might be a little too long. I usually do the half in the morning and that tends to work."
"Maybe we should up it to an hour each."
"That might be a little too excessive for daily maintenance."
"Hm. Alright. We'll do a half hour each session for now. If she gets out of line, we can up it."
"Definitely."
"We'll set up a schedule later today for what time her spankings are. Now, actual punishment spankings?"
"Anywhere at anytime."
"Excellent. And that'll be whoever is nearby her when she breaks a rule. Or whoever has the energy and time at the time to really discipline her appropriately for the situation."
"Indeed. And a double spanking from the two of us wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Not at all." Michelle moaned and whimpered from the corner. "Hey! Keep your mouth shut," Marsha demanded. "What have you spanked her with in the past?"
"Everything but the cane."
"I see. I'm heavy on the cane so that'll swing heavily into my sessions, pun intended." The two women laughed almost evilly. "Who else is allowed to spank her?"
"Anyone in control of this apartment that I see fit."
"Excellent, excellent. Keeping her in line when we're not around. I like. You do punishment spankings by number of spanks, yes?"
"Yes I do."
"Alright, and I do it by time. That works for both ways. Now, about her underwear. All thongs in the trash. All panties need her name in them on the tag or waistband TONIGHT by 5pm no later. And surprise clean underwear checks will be mandatory. I don't want any other disgusting surprises."
"Understood."
"If she buys any underwear we approve it first. And we'll be checking her underwear to make sure she's wearing appropriate ones randomly. Any infraction is a spanking."
"Very good."
"You see her in the corner right now? Quiet and reflective?" The two women looked at the girl in the corner, shaking for her life. "I'm big on corner time. Punishment spankings will be followed by corner time. No talking or coming out until told otherwise. Coming out of the corner restarts a spanking from the beginning."
"I've never done corner time with Michelle."
"Well we're starting it now. Cornertime rules are important, so listen up Michelle. After every single punishment spanking you will stand in that corner. Panties down at the floor, hands on your head, nose in the corner. You don't come out or speak until told otherwise. We will restart your spanking if you dare come out. Got it?" Michelle nodded.
"How long would she be in the corner?"
"Oh, depends on the infraction. 5-10 minutes for minor rules. Up to an hour or so for bigger rules."
"Got it. Anything else?"
"Mmm. Nothing right now, but anything I come up with we can discuss and add after. Anything you want to add?"
"Mm, nope. I'll write up the contract for Michelle to sign to include all this."
"Alright. I guess we've settled things. Good meeting. Michelle? Come over here." Michelle, keeping her hands on her head, walked over to the couch. "Did you hear and understand ALL the terms?" Michelle sniffled and nodded. "And if you break any rules or object, you're outta here on the street. Understood?" Michelle nodded. "Good. Now go to your room. Name on your underwear by 5pm today. Your first spanking by ME is tonight at 7pm sharp. Here in this living room. Don't be late."
Michelle walked to her room, fucking distraught. Behind her, she heard Jane say "Welcome to the apartment."
Michelle walked into her room, opened her underwear drawer, pulled out all her panties, took a marker, and began writing her name, and with each tag she wrote her name on, it seemed like she was writing her name to a death sentence.
Statistics: Posted by spankdude7 — Mon Dec 18, 2017 8:36 am