My Roommate Lets Me When Emily suggested that maybe I should spank her this time, I sort of jumped a

My Roommate Lets Me When Emily suggested that maybe I should spank her this time, I sort of jumped at the chance.  I knew if I gave her the kind of spanking she gives me that she’d never suggest another one – but I also wanted to take advantage of this rare offer, so I selected the yardstick – which I’d certainly felt often enough!“I’m pretty upset with you not coming through for me,” I told her, just like I had before she suggested the spanking.“I know,” she tried to reply but I ran right over it.“It wouldn’t have been at all hard for you and it was really important to me,” I reminded her (she’d forgotten to pick up some information I really needed).  “It was even on your way.”“I know…” she started again.“I do a lot for you, you know – maybe you don’t realize that…”“I do…”“Apparently, you don’t,” I accused.“No, no…”“So, you’re getting it with this yardstick.  Eighteen isn’t too many,” I offered – she usually gave me more than that and then a spanking besides.  “If you take them well, that will be all of it.  If not, I’ll add another twelve.”  This never really makes sense, but that’s how it’s usually done, isn’t it?“Um, okay…”“Just make it through this and we’ll forget about it, okay?” I said, trying to sound sympathetic.  I seriously doubted that she’d forget about this any time soon – getting spanked was really not her thing!Emily was silent.  “Do I get a ‘thank you’?” I growled.“Thank you!” she said in a high, squeaky voice – rightfully nervous as she offered her white bottom to the yardstick I was brandishing.  “Um, ma’am… thank you, ma’am, I meant…”“Very good…” WHACK!“Ahhh! God! Jesus Christ!”“Watch your language… let’s keep it polite and respectful,” I reminded her.“Yes…” Whack!  “Owww!  Goddd…” she said.  I figured that was the best she was going to do.The yardstick left bright red rectangles across her bottom – they were really quite inspiring, though I was a little afraid to spank too hard.  Whack.The way her knees bent and she shook her bottom I knew I was going to get to give her the extra twelve. I had a rush that wasn’t just arousal, it was sort of exhilaration. “Maybe next time (whack!) you say you’ll do something…”“I will!  I will!”“You’d better… (Whack!) I’m going easy on you this time…”“Easy?!” she cried.WHACK!“Yes!  Easy! (whack) I should give you sixty! (whack) and then put you over my knee! (whack!)  Do you think you’d like that?”“No no no… please! Please don’t!”“Unreliable… Unappreciative of what I do you you…”By the time she’d had twelve she was frantic, slow to offer her bottom, jumping all over.  I stopped – for the moment.“Okay, that’s twelve. You still have eighteen to get.  Just like when we started.”“Oh, no!  I’m sorry!  Really!” Emily said as she sort of crouched with her bottom pointed away from me.“Really?  I can count on you next time?”“Yes!  Absolutely!”“And you’re sorry?”“Sooo sorry,” she claimed. Sore and scared, I’m sure – but I knew she was sorry, too.“Then get your bottom back where I can smack it!” I demanded.  She wasn’t quick, but she did it.  I lowered her panties a bit further, stepped back and…whack!whack!“Please!  Please stop!  I’ll do anything!”  This was a funny offer for her to make, since I didn’t know we’d been limiting ourselves.“Oh yeah?  What?” I asked her, yardstick raised.  By now the higher part of her bottom was solidly bright red, and darker a little lower down where more and harder stripes had overlapped.  The lowest part was only just now pink, but a very bright pink and developing rapidly.“I’ll… lick your butthole!”“Oh, gross!” Whack! She knows I don’t like that – doing it, maybe, when she ‘makes’ me, but not having it done.“Ow-Wooo!” she cried. I really did want to get some good low ones in.“Wait, wait,” she pleaded as I raised the yardstick menacingly.  “I’ll do your homework!”“And have me fail?” WHACK! I was in junior-level classes, not Freshman English.“Will you like my pussy?” I demanded.She was red-eyed – tears were nearly falling.  “Whaaaa?” she asked, confused.  Unless I’m being punished, she never hesitates to lick me there unless I’m busy licking her.  “Of course!”“Will you do a good job?”“Don’t I always?” she replied.  WHACK! “I will, I will!”“See that you do!” I told her, dropped the yardstick, and practically threw myself into a chair, shucking my panties and sliding my (for once not-sore) butt forward, not caring a bit how wet I was.  Emily turned and got to work even before she pulled up her panties.“Leave them!” I ordered, and she did – I wasn’t quite ready to give control back to her.So I got to spank my gorgeous buxom older roommate and served by her, too.  And she was sorry, and tried to do nice things to make it up to me, which (having been spanked, which she didn’t enjoy) was unnecessary.  I told her that I know that she really does appreciate me and that yes, she always does a great job licking me.And started to wonder what she’d make me do next time – to get her to stop spanking me.  And how long I’d take to agree to it… -- source link

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