Marsha's First Night / Michelle's First Caning
After a disastrous morning meeting, Michelle spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. First, she went through her underwear drawer and removed any thongs or g-strings and dumped them in the little trash can next to her nightstand. All the money she spent on nice, sexy underwear, wasted because her older roommates didn't approve of them. As she tossed out each thong, she remembered back to when she first moved in all that time ago, when Jane collected ALL her underwear and burned them in the building's incinerator. What seemed so far away, and so simple compared to what she was dealing with now.
"God," she thought. "My life here has been a nightmare."
Next, she went through all her remaining "acceptable" panties with a little sharpie from the kitchen drawer, and, after months of Jane having told her to do it originally, wrote her name on the tags of all her panties. For the panties that didn't have tags, they got her name written on the back of the waistband. For the ones that had no waistband, they just got as close to the top as she could get it. Michelle felt like a little kid, almost defeated, having to do this.
Once her panties were properly name-tagged, she slipped on a pair of leopard-skin panties and cargo shorts, and sat on her bed looking at her phone, dreading the upcoming spanking from Marsha. 7pm seemed far away, but it was coming all too fast.
At 6:45PM, there was a knock on her door. Michelle looked up as Jane opened the door and peeked her head in.
"Come out to the living room, Michelle," she said, shutting the door behind her. Michelle got up and headed out to the living room where Jane sat on the chair, Marsha sat on the couch, and on the coffee table sat the roommate contract, no doubt done up again by Jane. Marsha pat the couch seat next to her.
"Sit." Michelle did as she was told. Marsha picked up the contract, "This is a rewritten version of the contract you signed. Jane did a little rewrite. Take a looksie." Michelle read through the contract, mostly unchanged. When she flipped to the second page, she saw it:
"Marsha retains all rights to spank Michelle for daily maintenance spankings, as well as punishment spankings. Marsha does not need prior permission from Jane to spank Michelle, and may spank her as she sees fit in any way with any implement for any amount of time. Michelle is to take any and all spankings as deemed fit by Marsha and bestow upon her the same respect she would show Jane. 'Corner time' is implemented as follows: after any spanking, unless told otherwise, Michelle is to stand in the corner of the living room with her hands on her head and her panties around her ankles. Times for standing in the corner TBD at time of spanking. Michelle is not to rub her bottom or come out of the corner until time is completed or otherwise told to. Marsha retains the rights to any proper hygienic care of Michelle, including but not limited to clean underwear checks, keeping her properly groomed 'downstairs,' and other hygienic activities related to Michelle's bottom and groin. Failure to follow these rules will be punished with a spanking or immediate expulsion from the apartment by Jane or Marsha."
Michelle read all that and grimaced. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Sign on the last page to agree, but only if you agree," Marsha said. Michelle flipped to the last page and saw that Jane and Marsha had signed on their own designated lines. Michelle took the pen on the table and signed hers on her line. Marsha picked up the contract.
"There, all settled," she said, handing it over to Jane who took it and sat back down on her chair. "Alright, 6:55. If you've gotta go to the bathroom, go now. I've got you for a full 45 minutes at 7pm and I will NOT be stopping." Michelle's stomach fell.
"45? I thought it was a half hour??"
"A hour hour for maintenance. I'm giving you an extra 15 for your little underwear debacle this morning. That reminds me. Stand up." Michelle stood up and stood in front of Marsha, putting her hands on head. "Nice form," Marsha commented, unbuttoning the cargo shorts and unzipping them. "Turn around. Ass to me." Michelle did as she was told. Jane sat on the chair silently observing. Marsha took the sides of Michelle's shorts and wiggled them down and pulled them down, dropping them to her ankles. "Step out of them, put them on the table." Michelle stepped out of her shorts, picked them up, and laid them on the table before letting her hands fall to her sides. "Back on your head," she commanded. Michelle did as she was told. Jane took the back waistband of Michelle's panties and pulled out the tag, seeing her name written. "Good, now let's see.." she began as she took the sides of the panties and began unrolling them downward. She looked close inside. "And no marks. Very good. Clean underwear for a change." Michelle groaned. "Do you have to use the restroom first?"
"No," came the solemn response.
"Good," Marsha said, pushing the panties down around Michelle's knees. "Then we can start. I'm gonna get a real feel for your ass tonight, what it can take and not take, so I know how to punish you when the time comes and how to keep you in line along the way. So first thing's first. Over my lap." Michelle turned around and crawled over Jane's lap, positioning herself with her ass right in her lap. "Crawl back a bit," was the command. Michelle wedged herself backwards a bit so her ass hung off Jane's lap. Jane rubbed the bubble butt a bit. "Alright, much better, I can get a much better swing with this. So let's get to it."
SLAP! Marsha slapped Michelle's left ass cheek with a nice firm smack. SLAP! on the right followed suit. Michelle gripped the couch and groaned as Marsha began a nice steady back and forth across the cheeks. Michelle moaned and groaned as Marsha kept the spanking going.
"Please, don't bitch and moan. This is a dream compared to what's coming," Marsha warned. Michelle gulped. After 4-5 minutes of back and forth, Michelle's butt cheeks were starting to glow a little reddish in the spots Marsha had worked on. "How's that feel?" Michelle didn't answer, so Marsha gave her right cheek a hard SMACK! "I asked you a question!"
"It stings!"
"Alright. My hand stings her up a bit. I'd say that ranks as a 5 on a scale of 1-10. But it's gonna sting even more now. Jane, my hairbrush, please?" Jane reached into a bag sitting on the side of her chair and pulled out a wooden hairbrush which she passed to Marsha. "Thank you. Now, we're gonna make the white spots red, and the red spots redder." Before Michelle could process it, Jane began smacking down on her butt hard with the hairbrush.
"AHhh! AHHH!" Michelle began yelping as Marsha reigned down on her.
"Oh, this one hurts more, huh?" Marsha asked almost cockily, never stopping her assault. Marsha began spanking around harder in spots that she had missed, right around Michelle's tender sit spot. "Let's get here a little sore. It's not a spanking if the sit spot isn't nice and sore." Michelle began kicking her legs.
"Oh my god, OW! AH OW!"
"Stop kicking your legs or I WILL add more time!" Marsha demanded. She paused for a quick second to regain herself and began doing hard smacks on the sit spot on Michelle's left cheek, before doing an additional 10 on the right. Michelle was beginning to tear a bit and gripping the couch as tight as she could.
Once 5 minutes had passed, Marsha stopped and examined the ass in front of her. It was getting redder.
"Alright. How was that?"
"It hurts BAD!" Michelle wailed.
"Alright, a solid 7 or 8 out of 10. That'll be a popular one. Jane, could you take the brush and pass me my paddle, please?"
"Of course," Jane said, handing over a small wooden paddle and taking the brush. Marsha began properly positioning the little wooden paddle over Michelle's ass. It had a few holes in it.
"Alright. This may SEEM like the hairbrush, but it's gonna hurt much worse. You'll probably feel the difference immediately," she said, and SMACK!
Michelle actually screamed.
"OW! OUCH! DAMMIT OW!" Jane and Marsha each laughed.
"That IS a noticeable difference!" Jane laughed.
"Very," Marsha replied, before smacking Michelle's right cheek with the same force. Michelle dug her face into the pillow and tried not to scream as Marsha began paddling her already sore ass. She clenched her eyes tight and gripped the fabric of the couch as hard as she could as Marsha worked her magic. Again, a good 5 minutes of paddling went on. Marsha showed no mercy as she blistered Michelle's butt up real nice. Jane sat in the couch, observing this master of discipline go to town on her young roommate's defenseless derriere. Jane was mean, but Marsha was remorseless. After 5 minutes of the air being filled with the sound of a paddle slapping bare flesh and the grunts and moans of a spanked girl, Marsha stopped, placed the paddle down, and moved the hair out of her face. Michelle lay in her lap, her now-red ass starting to swell a bit. Michelle felt like she was on the verge of tears, her ass stung so bad.
"Alright," came Marsha's command, "get up." Michelle lifted herself off Marsha's lap and stood up and wiped her eyes for any little tears. Her panties still hung around her knees. Marsha also stood up and walked over to her bag with the paddle.
"That was a solid 8. Maybe even a 9."
"Can I please rub my butt?" Marsha pulled a leather strap out from the bag and slapped her palm with it.
"Nope. Bend over the couch." Michelle sighed and did as she was told, placing both hands on the couch. Marsha walked over and put the strap up to Michelle's ass and put her right hand on the small of Michelle's back. "Arch your back. Stick your ass out." Michelle stuck her ass out, begging for the next of Marsha's evil toys to bring her pain. Marsha pulled the strap back and WHAP! right against Michelle's ass. She threw her right leg up and slammed it down.
"AH!"
"Jane, you ever spank her with this?"
"Oh, a few times," Jane responded.
"Well, she's gonna experience MY strapping." She and Jane giggled as she pulled the strap back again and SMACK against Michelle's ass. Michelle lurched forward. That thing hurt like a mother. "Stay in position Michelle, bring your ass back out."
And for TEN minutes, Michelle took a strapping. It was the most painful thing she ever experienced, and THAT was saying something. After what seemed like an eternity of having her ass be literally burned, Marsha said,
"Alright, last one. Let's make it count, stick it out." Michelle stuck her ass out and closed her eyes and braced for it. SMACK! came the strap across the red cheeks. Michelle fell on to the couch. "AH!" she said, grabbing her ass and rubbing it instantly without thinking. "Whoa, who said you could rub?!" Michelle quickly pulled her hands away.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Get back up. We're gonna do that last one again." Michelle pouted and got back into position.
"It hurts," she whined.
"The whole point. Ass out." Michelle did as she was told and braced herself again. Marsha SMACKed the strap again. This time Michelle held her position and let out a sigh. Marsha put the strap down and walked back over to her bag. "Very good. THAT was a killer. I'd say a definite 9 out of 10. Definitely to be used for severe punishments." Michelle stayed in position bent over the couch. "Now, that was your half hour. How does your ass feel?"
"It hurts a lot," Michelle moaned. "Can I rub, PLEASE?"
"No. And now, for your 15 minutes of overtime for your little underwear mishap this morning," Marsha began, heading to behind Jane's chair where, propped up against the wall, sat a 3 foot wooden cane that was out of Michelle's sight. She picked up the cane and continued, "I'm about to introduce you to the mother of spanking tools. The cane. For 15 minutes." Michelle looked at the cane and her eyes went wide.
"Not a cane, please."
"Mhmm," Marsha dismissed, walking over to Michelle.
"This, I gotta see," remarked Jane. Marsha tapped the cane on Michelle's already swollen red ass cheeks.
"Now this... this is gonna sting," Marsha warned. She pulled back and CRACK! right where the sun don't shine. Michelle fell on the couch and let out a scream.
"Ow, ow ow ow ow!" she cried.
"Back in position," Marsha said. Michelle managed to get herself back in position and stuck her crimson apple out. Marsha tapped the cane against both cheeks, swung back, and CRACK! yet again. At this point, Michelle couldn't help herself and started openly crying.
"Are you crying?" Marsha asked. Michelle nodded in sobs. "Oh, please."
"IT HURTS!" Michelle screamed.
"IT'S SUPPOSED TO! And you scream at me like that again, I'll do this for a full half hour," and Marsha caned her again. Red lines appeared across Michelle's ass cheeks as she stomped her feet and sobbed. Jane watched intently as Marsha put the cane level with Michelle's sit spot, swung back, and WHACK! Michelle let out a yelp and kept crying.
"Please!" Michelle cried. "No more cane!"
"Stick your ass out," Marsha said.
"Please! I'll take 20 minutes with a brush! No more cane, please!"
"Nuh-uh," Marsha said almost mockingly, smacking Michelle's ass with the cane yet again. Michelle dropped her ass down a bit and moaned before slowly picking it back up where Marsha's cane was waiting. "You need to learn how to at least handle taking the cane. I know it hurts, but you might as well TRY to get used to it, because when I punish, the cane is usually there." SMACK!
"OUCH!" Michelle jumped up and danced around a little, trying to avoid grabbing her ass.
"Back in position." Michelle slowly bent over again.
"Jane never caned me..." Michelle grumbled.
"Well I'm not Jane. And Jane should really THINK about starting to cane you when necessary."
CRACK!
"OW!"
"I think I might have to, after this attitude. Clearly the cane is a new level of pain that will help teach you," Jane mused.
"Doesn't hurt to try," Marsha said before cracking Michelle's striped butt with another stripe. Michelle held in a loud scream as she kept crying.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Michelle's heart dropped. Someone was at the door. Jane stood up and approached the door.
"I'll get it." Michelle got up off the couch and started pulling her panties back up.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck are you doing? Get back down," Marsha commanded.
"Someone's at the door!" Michelle cried.
"And? Drop your panties and bend over." Fearing the caning going even further, Michelle reluctantly dropped her panties down to her ankles and bent back over. Marsha began tapping her ass with the cane. Jane opened the door - all the way, to Michelle's horror - to a 40 year old man.
"What's all the commotion about?" he asked.
"Nothing, just taking care of a personal matter," Jane responded as Marsha hit Michelle's ass with the cane. Michelle's face went almost as red and hot as her red, hot burning ass. The man looked in and saw the spectacle and had a confused look on his face. Marsha didn't even look his way.
"Why is that girl being hit?"
"She lives here and she's being punished."
"Yeah, I hear her screams down the hallway. Is this legal?"
"It most certainly is," Jane replied as Marsha hit Michelle's ass again. She pounded the couch in pain.
"Alright. Keep it down though, will ya?"
"We will. Apologies for the noise," and Jane closed the door on him and locked it. Jane resumed her seat by the caning. Marsha chuckled,
"See? Gotta get used to this so much that you don't scream, or people are gonna hear you," and hit Michelle's ass right in the sit spot.
"Are we almost done?" Michelle sobbed. Marsha looked at her watch.
"It's been... 4 minutes. 11 left. Ass out." Michelle sobbed.
15 minutes and roughly 40 cane hits later, Marsha tapped Michelle's ass again lightly. Her ass was on FIRE. She'd NEVER been in this much pain EVER. Her ass was swollen and dark red and littered with cane marks. She wanted nothing more than just to rub it, just once. It felt like she was going to die from how much pain was going on back there.
"Alright. 6 more," Marsha said. Michelle wailed. "They're gonna be fast. Stay in position, or I'll start them over. Ready? Ass out." Michelle gripped the couch cushion and held on tight. Marsha positioned the cane in the middle of Michelle's butt, swung back, and, ONE TWO THREE CRACK CRACK CRACK! in the same spot. Michelle sobbed hard. "Alright, last 3," Marsha said, lowering the cane to the middle of Michelle's sit spot. ONE TWO THREE CRACK CRACK CRACK! and Michelle fell on the couch crying.
Marsha put the cane down on the table. Jane stood up and walked over.
"Now THAT was a 10," Jane remarked. Marsha nodded in agreement.
"Mhm. Michelle, stand up, stick your ass out, let's see how I did. Michelle somehow managed to stand up and bend over again. Jane and Marsha took a close look at the red, swollen, striped ass in their faces. Jane put her hand up to Michelle's ass. Nice and hot.
"You could fry an egg on her bottom!" She and Marsha chuckled.
"Alright. That was the whole thing. I know this was extreme, and normally it won't be this extreme unless necessary, but I think I've got a good feel for your ass now. Now I know how to properly give you your nightly maintenance spankings, and how to give you a punishment spanking when necessary. What to use, how long for, how hard. This was a great introduction to spanking you, I'd say," Marsha explained. Michelle moaned. "Now. As we discussed, in the corner. I think 15 minutes will do fine."
Michelle slowly waddled over to the corner of the room and stood in it.
"Hands on your head," Marsha said. Michelle did as she was told. "Keep your panties down around your ankles. And DON'T RUB YOUR ASS. If you come out of the corner or touch your ass even once, I'll cane you again. Understood?"
Michelle shook her head in understanding. She was all congested from crying, her face cheeks stained with tears. Her butt cheeks felt like they were just a step below being on literal fire. Her ass burned. Marsha packed her items up, bid goodnight to Jane and went to her apartment. Jane looked at Michelle in the corner, screaming silently in her head how much she wanted to rub her ass.
"Well," Jane said. "Marsha's moved in. This should be fun. By the way, your morning spanking will be at 7:30AM. I have work early. Be out here and ready by 7:25. Understood?" Michelle nodded as Jane disappeared into her bedroom.
Poor Michelle, a victim of the worst kind of circumstances, stood in the corner, feeling like she was trapped. And with her spanko roommate and best friend out to torture her ass for no real reason most of the time, her panties tagged and checked, and her ass feeling like she just dipped it in lava, she pretty much was.
After a disastrous morning meeting, Michelle spent the rest of the day in her bedroom. First, she went through her underwear drawer and removed any thongs or g-strings and dumped them in the little trash can next to her nightstand. All the money she spent on nice, sexy underwear, wasted because her older roommates didn't approve of them. As she tossed out each thong, she remembered back to when she first moved in all that time ago, when Jane collected ALL her underwear and burned them in the building's incinerator. What seemed so far away, and so simple compared to what she was dealing with now.
"God," she thought. "My life here has been a nightmare."
Next, she went through all her remaining "acceptable" panties with a little sharpie from the kitchen drawer, and, after months of Jane having told her to do it originally, wrote her name on the tags of all her panties. For the panties that didn't have tags, they got her name written on the back of the waistband. For the ones that had no waistband, they just got as close to the top as she could get it. Michelle felt like a little kid, almost defeated, having to do this.
Once her panties were properly name-tagged, she slipped on a pair of leopard-skin panties and cargo shorts, and sat on her bed looking at her phone, dreading the upcoming spanking from Marsha. 7pm seemed far away, but it was coming all too fast.
At 6:45PM, there was a knock on her door. Michelle looked up as Jane opened the door and peeked her head in.
"Come out to the living room, Michelle," she said, shutting the door behind her. Michelle got up and headed out to the living room where Jane sat on the chair, Marsha sat on the couch, and on the coffee table sat the roommate contract, no doubt done up again by Jane. Marsha pat the couch seat next to her.
"Sit." Michelle did as she was told. Marsha picked up the contract, "This is a rewritten version of the contract you signed. Jane did a little rewrite. Take a looksie." Michelle read through the contract, mostly unchanged. When she flipped to the second page, she saw it:
"Marsha retains all rights to spank Michelle for daily maintenance spankings, as well as punishment spankings. Marsha does not need prior permission from Jane to spank Michelle, and may spank her as she sees fit in any way with any implement for any amount of time. Michelle is to take any and all spankings as deemed fit by Marsha and bestow upon her the same respect she would show Jane. 'Corner time' is implemented as follows: after any spanking, unless told otherwise, Michelle is to stand in the corner of the living room with her hands on her head and her panties around her ankles. Times for standing in the corner TBD at time of spanking. Michelle is not to rub her bottom or come out of the corner until time is completed or otherwise told to. Marsha retains the rights to any proper hygienic care of Michelle, including but not limited to clean underwear checks, keeping her properly groomed 'downstairs,' and other hygienic activities related to Michelle's bottom and groin. Failure to follow these rules will be punished with a spanking or immediate expulsion from the apartment by Jane or Marsha."
Michelle read all that and grimaced. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Sign on the last page to agree, but only if you agree," Marsha said. Michelle flipped to the last page and saw that Jane and Marsha had signed on their own designated lines. Michelle took the pen on the table and signed hers on her line. Marsha picked up the contract.
"There, all settled," she said, handing it over to Jane who took it and sat back down on her chair. "Alright, 6:55. If you've gotta go to the bathroom, go now. I've got you for a full 45 minutes at 7pm and I will NOT be stopping." Michelle's stomach fell.
"45? I thought it was a half hour??"
"A hour hour for maintenance. I'm giving you an extra 15 for your little underwear debacle this morning. That reminds me. Stand up." Michelle stood up and stood in front of Marsha, putting her hands on head. "Nice form," Marsha commented, unbuttoning the cargo shorts and unzipping them. "Turn around. Ass to me." Michelle did as she was told. Jane sat on the chair silently observing. Marsha took the sides of Michelle's shorts and wiggled them down and pulled them down, dropping them to her ankles. "Step out of them, put them on the table." Michelle stepped out of her shorts, picked them up, and laid them on the table before letting her hands fall to her sides. "Back on your head," she commanded. Michelle did as she was told. Jane took the back waistband of Michelle's panties and pulled out the tag, seeing her name written. "Good, now let's see.." she began as she took the sides of the panties and began unrolling them downward. She looked close inside. "And no marks. Very good. Clean underwear for a change." Michelle groaned. "Do you have to use the restroom first?"
"No," came the solemn response.
"Good," Marsha said, pushing the panties down around Michelle's knees. "Then we can start. I'm gonna get a real feel for your ass tonight, what it can take and not take, so I know how to punish you when the time comes and how to keep you in line along the way. So first thing's first. Over my lap." Michelle turned around and crawled over Jane's lap, positioning herself with her ass right in her lap. "Crawl back a bit," was the command. Michelle wedged herself backwards a bit so her ass hung off Jane's lap. Jane rubbed the bubble butt a bit. "Alright, much better, I can get a much better swing with this. So let's get to it."
SLAP! Marsha slapped Michelle's left ass cheek with a nice firm smack. SLAP! on the right followed suit. Michelle gripped the couch and groaned as Marsha began a nice steady back and forth across the cheeks. Michelle moaned and groaned as Marsha kept the spanking going.
"Please, don't bitch and moan. This is a dream compared to what's coming," Marsha warned. Michelle gulped. After 4-5 minutes of back and forth, Michelle's butt cheeks were starting to glow a little reddish in the spots Marsha had worked on. "How's that feel?" Michelle didn't answer, so Marsha gave her right cheek a hard SMACK! "I asked you a question!"
"It stings!"
"Alright. My hand stings her up a bit. I'd say that ranks as a 5 on a scale of 1-10. But it's gonna sting even more now. Jane, my hairbrush, please?" Jane reached into a bag sitting on the side of her chair and pulled out a wooden hairbrush which she passed to Marsha. "Thank you. Now, we're gonna make the white spots red, and the red spots redder." Before Michelle could process it, Jane began smacking down on her butt hard with the hairbrush.
"AHhh! AHHH!" Michelle began yelping as Marsha reigned down on her.
"Oh, this one hurts more, huh?" Marsha asked almost cockily, never stopping her assault. Marsha began spanking around harder in spots that she had missed, right around Michelle's tender sit spot. "Let's get here a little sore. It's not a spanking if the sit spot isn't nice and sore." Michelle began kicking her legs.
"Oh my god, OW! AH OW!"
"Stop kicking your legs or I WILL add more time!" Marsha demanded. She paused for a quick second to regain herself and began doing hard smacks on the sit spot on Michelle's left cheek, before doing an additional 10 on the right. Michelle was beginning to tear a bit and gripping the couch as tight as she could.
Once 5 minutes had passed, Marsha stopped and examined the ass in front of her. It was getting redder.
"Alright. How was that?"
"It hurts BAD!" Michelle wailed.
"Alright, a solid 7 or 8 out of 10. That'll be a popular one. Jane, could you take the brush and pass me my paddle, please?"
"Of course," Jane said, handing over a small wooden paddle and taking the brush. Marsha began properly positioning the little wooden paddle over Michelle's ass. It had a few holes in it.
"Alright. This may SEEM like the hairbrush, but it's gonna hurt much worse. You'll probably feel the difference immediately," she said, and SMACK!
Michelle actually screamed.
"OW! OUCH! DAMMIT OW!" Jane and Marsha each laughed.
"That IS a noticeable difference!" Jane laughed.
"Very," Marsha replied, before smacking Michelle's right cheek with the same force. Michelle dug her face into the pillow and tried not to scream as Marsha began paddling her already sore ass. She clenched her eyes tight and gripped the fabric of the couch as hard as she could as Marsha worked her magic. Again, a good 5 minutes of paddling went on. Marsha showed no mercy as she blistered Michelle's butt up real nice. Jane sat in the couch, observing this master of discipline go to town on her young roommate's defenseless derriere. Jane was mean, but Marsha was remorseless. After 5 minutes of the air being filled with the sound of a paddle slapping bare flesh and the grunts and moans of a spanked girl, Marsha stopped, placed the paddle down, and moved the hair out of her face. Michelle lay in her lap, her now-red ass starting to swell a bit. Michelle felt like she was on the verge of tears, her ass stung so bad.
"Alright," came Marsha's command, "get up." Michelle lifted herself off Marsha's lap and stood up and wiped her eyes for any little tears. Her panties still hung around her knees. Marsha also stood up and walked over to her bag with the paddle.
"That was a solid 8. Maybe even a 9."
"Can I please rub my butt?" Marsha pulled a leather strap out from the bag and slapped her palm with it.
"Nope. Bend over the couch." Michelle sighed and did as she was told, placing both hands on the couch. Marsha walked over and put the strap up to Michelle's ass and put her right hand on the small of Michelle's back. "Arch your back. Stick your ass out." Michelle stuck her ass out, begging for the next of Marsha's evil toys to bring her pain. Marsha pulled the strap back and WHAP! right against Michelle's ass. She threw her right leg up and slammed it down.
"AH!"
"Jane, you ever spank her with this?"
"Oh, a few times," Jane responded.
"Well, she's gonna experience MY strapping." She and Jane giggled as she pulled the strap back again and SMACK against Michelle's ass. Michelle lurched forward. That thing hurt like a mother. "Stay in position Michelle, bring your ass back out."
And for TEN minutes, Michelle took a strapping. It was the most painful thing she ever experienced, and THAT was saying something. After what seemed like an eternity of having her ass be literally burned, Marsha said,
"Alright, last one. Let's make it count, stick it out." Michelle stuck her ass out and closed her eyes and braced for it. SMACK! came the strap across the red cheeks. Michelle fell on to the couch. "AH!" she said, grabbing her ass and rubbing it instantly without thinking. "Whoa, who said you could rub?!" Michelle quickly pulled her hands away.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Get back up. We're gonna do that last one again." Michelle pouted and got back into position.
"It hurts," she whined.
"The whole point. Ass out." Michelle did as she was told and braced herself again. Marsha SMACKed the strap again. This time Michelle held her position and let out a sigh. Marsha put the strap down and walked back over to her bag. "Very good. THAT was a killer. I'd say a definite 9 out of 10. Definitely to be used for severe punishments." Michelle stayed in position bent over the couch. "Now, that was your half hour. How does your ass feel?"
"It hurts a lot," Michelle moaned. "Can I rub, PLEASE?"
"No. And now, for your 15 minutes of overtime for your little underwear mishap this morning," Marsha began, heading to behind Jane's chair where, propped up against the wall, sat a 3 foot wooden cane that was out of Michelle's sight. She picked up the cane and continued, "I'm about to introduce you to the mother of spanking tools. The cane. For 15 minutes." Michelle looked at the cane and her eyes went wide.
"Not a cane, please."
"Mhmm," Marsha dismissed, walking over to Michelle.
"This, I gotta see," remarked Jane. Marsha tapped the cane on Michelle's already swollen red ass cheeks.
"Now this... this is gonna sting," Marsha warned. She pulled back and CRACK! right where the sun don't shine. Michelle fell on the couch and let out a scream.
"Ow, ow ow ow ow!" she cried.
"Back in position," Marsha said. Michelle managed to get herself back in position and stuck her crimson apple out. Marsha tapped the cane against both cheeks, swung back, and CRACK! yet again. At this point, Michelle couldn't help herself and started openly crying.
"Are you crying?" Marsha asked. Michelle nodded in sobs. "Oh, please."
"IT HURTS!" Michelle screamed.
"IT'S SUPPOSED TO! And you scream at me like that again, I'll do this for a full half hour," and Marsha caned her again. Red lines appeared across Michelle's ass cheeks as she stomped her feet and sobbed. Jane watched intently as Marsha put the cane level with Michelle's sit spot, swung back, and WHACK! Michelle let out a yelp and kept crying.
"Please!" Michelle cried. "No more cane!"
"Stick your ass out," Marsha said.
"Please! I'll take 20 minutes with a brush! No more cane, please!"
"Nuh-uh," Marsha said almost mockingly, smacking Michelle's ass with the cane yet again. Michelle dropped her ass down a bit and moaned before slowly picking it back up where Marsha's cane was waiting. "You need to learn how to at least handle taking the cane. I know it hurts, but you might as well TRY to get used to it, because when I punish, the cane is usually there." SMACK!
"OUCH!" Michelle jumped up and danced around a little, trying to avoid grabbing her ass.
"Back in position." Michelle slowly bent over again.
"Jane never caned me..." Michelle grumbled.
"Well I'm not Jane. And Jane should really THINK about starting to cane you when necessary."
CRACK!
"OW!"
"I think I might have to, after this attitude. Clearly the cane is a new level of pain that will help teach you," Jane mused.
"Doesn't hurt to try," Marsha said before cracking Michelle's striped butt with another stripe. Michelle held in a loud scream as she kept crying.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Michelle's heart dropped. Someone was at the door. Jane stood up and approached the door.
"I'll get it." Michelle got up off the couch and started pulling her panties back up.
"Whoa whoa whoa, what the fuck are you doing? Get back down," Marsha commanded.
"Someone's at the door!" Michelle cried.
"And? Drop your panties and bend over." Fearing the caning going even further, Michelle reluctantly dropped her panties down to her ankles and bent back over. Marsha began tapping her ass with the cane. Jane opened the door - all the way, to Michelle's horror - to a 40 year old man.
"What's all the commotion about?" he asked.
"Nothing, just taking care of a personal matter," Jane responded as Marsha hit Michelle's ass with the cane. Michelle's face went almost as red and hot as her red, hot burning ass. The man looked in and saw the spectacle and had a confused look on his face. Marsha didn't even look his way.
"Why is that girl being hit?"
"She lives here and she's being punished."
"Yeah, I hear her screams down the hallway. Is this legal?"
"It most certainly is," Jane replied as Marsha hit Michelle's ass again. She pounded the couch in pain.
"Alright. Keep it down though, will ya?"
"We will. Apologies for the noise," and Jane closed the door on him and locked it. Jane resumed her seat by the caning. Marsha chuckled,
"See? Gotta get used to this so much that you don't scream, or people are gonna hear you," and hit Michelle's ass right in the sit spot.
"Are we almost done?" Michelle sobbed. Marsha looked at her watch.
"It's been... 4 minutes. 11 left. Ass out." Michelle sobbed.
15 minutes and roughly 40 cane hits later, Marsha tapped Michelle's ass again lightly. Her ass was on FIRE. She'd NEVER been in this much pain EVER. Her ass was swollen and dark red and littered with cane marks. She wanted nothing more than just to rub it, just once. It felt like she was going to die from how much pain was going on back there.
"Alright. 6 more," Marsha said. Michelle wailed. "They're gonna be fast. Stay in position, or I'll start them over. Ready? Ass out." Michelle gripped the couch cushion and held on tight. Marsha positioned the cane in the middle of Michelle's butt, swung back, and, ONE TWO THREE CRACK CRACK CRACK! in the same spot. Michelle sobbed hard. "Alright, last 3," Marsha said, lowering the cane to the middle of Michelle's sit spot. ONE TWO THREE CRACK CRACK CRACK! and Michelle fell on the couch crying.
Marsha put the cane down on the table. Jane stood up and walked over.
"Now THAT was a 10," Jane remarked. Marsha nodded in agreement.
"Mhm. Michelle, stand up, stick your ass out, let's see how I did. Michelle somehow managed to stand up and bend over again. Jane and Marsha took a close look at the red, swollen, striped ass in their faces. Jane put her hand up to Michelle's ass. Nice and hot.
"You could fry an egg on her bottom!" She and Marsha chuckled.
"Alright. That was the whole thing. I know this was extreme, and normally it won't be this extreme unless necessary, but I think I've got a good feel for your ass now. Now I know how to properly give you your nightly maintenance spankings, and how to give you a punishment spanking when necessary. What to use, how long for, how hard. This was a great introduction to spanking you, I'd say," Marsha explained. Michelle moaned. "Now. As we discussed, in the corner. I think 15 minutes will do fine."
Michelle slowly waddled over to the corner of the room and stood in it.
"Hands on your head," Marsha said. Michelle did as she was told. "Keep your panties down around your ankles. And DON'T RUB YOUR ASS. If you come out of the corner or touch your ass even once, I'll cane you again. Understood?"
Michelle shook her head in understanding. She was all congested from crying, her face cheeks stained with tears. Her butt cheeks felt like they were just a step below being on literal fire. Her ass burned. Marsha packed her items up, bid goodnight to Jane and went to her apartment. Jane looked at Michelle in the corner, screaming silently in her head how much she wanted to rub her ass.
"Well," Jane said. "Marsha's moved in. This should be fun. By the way, your morning spanking will be at 7:30AM. I have work early. Be out here and ready by 7:25. Understood?" Michelle nodded as Jane disappeared into her bedroom.
Poor Michelle, a victim of the worst kind of circumstances, stood in the corner, feeling like she was trapped. And with her spanko roommate and best friend out to torture her ass for no real reason most of the time, her panties tagged and checked, and her ass feeling like she just dipped it in lava, she pretty much was.
Statistics: Posted by spankdude7 — Mon Mar 26, 2018 6:10 am