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Clair
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Date Posted: 13:48:22 02/09/23 Thu
Firstly, I just realized all this time I've been calling her my roommate. I don't want to use her real name so from now on I'll call her Jayda, is that okay?
So I had had a really rough day at work, not bad just hectic and I knew I would have to bring work home to meet a deadline, so I called Jayda and asked her to cook dinner. Garlic toast pizza from a box in the oven wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but that's okay. I got home and the apartment smelled like smoke. Jayda explained in a sort of embarrassed and goofy way that somehow they got burned and the fire alarm went off, but they were okay and she stayed calm and took care of it. I can imagine, knowing her how calm she stayed. She was probably like "OMG, OMG, OMG, what do I do?!" But it was okay, they were pretty crunchy but practically eatable. I wasn't mad about that.
Remember that time I got frustrated and put her in the corner? Same thing. I was working on a project on a deadline and she just kept blabbing. I'd tell her I couldn't talk right now and to please shut up. She was quiet for a while and then started talking about. 3 times. Finally she was yacking on the phone with her friend kicking up her legs and stuff on the couch and chair, giggling and being real loud. She was acting like the little girls next door.
Some4how I finished my project and sent it. I was so frustrated I grabbed the phone out of her hand and told her friend "Jayda has to hang up right now. She might call you later." Jayda gave me sass about it and I told her I was in no mood to argue. I was kind of mad so I may not have been real nice telling her off about it. I grabbed her by the arm and led her to her room to check if she cleaned it. I don't think I was mean, just kind of firm, but right then I was pretty mad. None of this was rehearsed in my mind. "You said make a path." but I was like "Look at this shit!" I started digging through shit and she was like "No, no, please no." OMG, in the trash can I found two bowls of food with something indistinguishable in there that had been in there for God knows how long. I found the same rolled up jeans from the other day, and Emmie Sue, yes that was why. She was going "Oh no, please." like it was a secret or something. I found dishes and bowls with crap embedded on them, pop cans, under her bed I found underwear and a Sharpie and we don't even want to go there, I found a dowel, so I assume she self spanks when I'm not home. On that note, I confess I've self spanked, but that doesn't mean I actually want or would get off on a real spanking.
So I took all this shit to the kitchen, which by the way was already a real mess and asked her to sit down on the couch with me. I took deep breaths and had calmed down by this time. I told her first of all that I wasn't mad about dinner and I really appreciated her effort. But first off her not being quiet when I asked her too. She was late and short with bills, but that was okay cause I covered it, but the rest of the stuff like not cleaning her room or the kitchen and getting sassy with me, having to stay on her about her homework and lots of other things. I reminded her that SHE is the one who said something about a punishment and then I told her I had to do something so I was going to give her a good spanking. "A spanking?! Like a real spanking?!" She looked honestly shocked. I told her it was the only thing I think would make an impression on her, just like the girls next door. I think she looked sort of excited, but not really. I told her it was going to be a long hard and real spanking. She didn't say anything really, just looked like maybe she was really worried.
At first once I had calmed down from being mad I was very at ease like it was nothing. Then I told her to get over my knees and as she layed across my lap my head started spinning and my heart was pounding. I was like what the hell am I doing? It just seemed so unreal to me and i was about to just so okay forget it. She layed across my lap the length of the couch. I rubbed her bottom and rubbed in her crack, because, well you know, and I felt like the biggest pervert. I just couldn't slap her butt. I mean, I didn't want to hurt her but I really wanted to spank her and here she was. I'm sure my heart was pounding worse than hers. I gave her a really hard smack on her right butt. It felt great. I could feel her butt squishing under my hand. My brain was saying okay you smacked her butt, you've done it, now let her up. But it was too late for that. I knew I had to go through with it. She owed loudly with the first two smacks and I told her to try to be quiet.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I was giving her bottom a smack every 30 seconds or so. I smacked her a bunch of times in her crack knowing that it was probably..you know. She put her hands to cover her butt and I told her to keep her hands in front. When she didn't I really slapped her on her thighs. Her ouches and ows were pretty loud and she was going "Okay, okay, okay." Idk, when she does that "Okay, okay, okay, okay" stuff I don't know why, but I really get a surge out of it.
I spanked her like that for a long time, I don't know how long, maybe 5 minutes. But by that time I was feeling comfortable with it and I realized my mission. I guess I got over the initial nerves and she was just getting a spanking and acting like any brat getting a spanking. I think by this time her legs had gone off the couch and her knees were on the floor. I don't know what snapped in me, but my nerves were over, my heart was beating sort of regularly and I said something like "Now I am going to give a real spanking and you are going to behave. Do you understand me?!" and she was like okay, okay, okay and said yes mam. She actually said yes mam. That really turned me on and gave me confidence. And I REALLY spanked her and spanked her good. She was actually crying and kicking and squirming. I don't know but I'm sure I spanked her good for a good 5 minutes.
It's like something woke me up and I was like "What the fuck have I just done?!" but I didn't break character. She was going "Okay, Okay" and "I'm sorry I'm sorry" and "I'll behave, I'll be good". I don't know what was going on in her mind. I know she had to just hate me at that time and maybe wanted to punch the fuck out of me. I don't know. Trying to overcome my whatever I was going through I tried to stay in character, reassuring myself that I was justified I told her to go stand and face the door. "May I please rub my bottom it hurts so bad?"
I just watched her rub her bottom, kind of dancing facing the wall. I sat there trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I kept thinking this was assault and I'm going to jail. My reputation is shot. I'm going to hell. But watching her rub her little bottom that HAD to be on fire was amazing. My hand did that. I've spanked girls in fun and my butt has been smacked in fun, but this was real. I actually had a girl, and THIS girl over my knees and sopanked her good. I have no idea what was going through her mind. I'm sure her butt was on fire and her head was spinning just like mine was.
I was so wet. Despite all my apprehensions and guilt, I tried to justify it, but really, it was GREAT! I wanted more. I played the last 20 minutes over in my mind a hundred times. I mean this is something I had planned but I guess I just figured it would never happen, but it jus did. I got a chair from the kitchen and put it in front of the couch. I psyched myself. Then I went over to her and told her we weren't done. "Oh no please no, my butt hurts so bad." I told her I didn't think she had learned her lesson yet and pulled her over and across my knees and spanked her hard again. She was crying almost instantly, kicking and begging. It wasn't bad as the first, but it was a good spanking.
She had tears and snot running down her face and I sat her on my lap. She was real dramatic about sitting, but I held her and petted her hair and rubbed her back and spoke quietly to her. I was amazed at how much this, I don't know if turned me on is the right word. It was something, Some kind of emotions that I don't understand. I told her not to make any plans on Saturday cause we are going to work together to clean her room and get her chores done and I told her that if it's not satisfactory that I was going to give her another spanking. "Another spanking?!" She looked like she was scared by that like she was at the top of a roller coater she just realized she didn't want to be on. She asked if she could go to her room. I can imagine what she did in there. Probably the same thing I was doing when the door knocked.
The girls next door were at the door all smiles. They said they made cookies and asked their mom if it was okay to bring them over and asked for Jayda. They just love her. Jayda came out looking really white, but really embarrassed. They asked her if she wanted to play games or something and she said she couldn't because she had to clean the kitchen, but thanked them for the cookies. So now I KNOW they could hear it next door. The kids probably didn't think it was anything weird. People get spanked in their world, but I can't imagine what the mom thought.
Jayda did actually do the dishes and clean up the kitchen somewhat. She said she was sorry like a thousand times. Then we went to bed. She came in my room waking me up about 3 times and I just said to get in bed with me.
So I wanted to give you that update while I had some time. I'm actually late getting back to work but it's kind of a layed back day. I'm still trying to process this and trying to figure out how I'm going to act around Jayda, not to mention our neighbors.
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