I looked up from the notes I was studying for the exam I was taking in a couple of hours and winced. The living room and kitchen were incredibly messy; dishes all over the counter and clothes and notes and papers all over the living room. It looked like a disaster area. Even though I couldn't see the bedroom or bathroom, I knew they were also messy. Good thing that no one else is here. It would be incredibly embarrassing to get caught with all the mess.
Doesn't make any difference now. I can't clean or do anything until after my exam is over. I'll do it when I get back, I tell myself, ignoring the voice in the back of my head that was laughing at the promise. I go back to looking at the notes before getting up and getting ready. Not smart to be late for an exam.
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I walk slowly back from the bus stop, enjoying the feeling of being free for the next four months. Not a care in the world and going to be alone in my apartment. I can do things at my own speed. My lips keep twitching into smiles. Every few minutes I start grinning, not caring that anyone who sees me might think that I'm nuts.
As I step into the living room and remember all the mess in the apartment. I shrug. I can work on that later. No reason to start so soon. I change into comfortable pjs and sit in front of my laptop and turn on the TV. This is more fun anyway. Way more fun. Grinning, I change my status on YIM to Available, and flip through the TV channels to find something interesting. A few minutes later, I am happily chatting online and watching a comedy series on TV.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door. I look up, surprised. Why would somebody be knocking at my door? I wasn't expecting anyone today. It had slipped my mind that during out last talk on the phone, you had said that you might be dropping by after I finish my last exam. Filled with curiosity, I get and up and head for the door, wincing again as I look at the mess. Hopefully it's just someone with a question. Can't really think of who else it could be.
I close all the doors that can be seen from the doorway and, not bothering to check the peephole, I open the door, gasp, then just stare as I see you standing in front of me, smiling. "Hi, Reena." I smile back, "Hi, Marcus." I give you a kiss on the cheek and start to invite you in before I remember what my apartment looks like. I freeze as my mind flashes through the different ways that I can make you disappear. Snap my fingers? No. Say a prayer? Wouldn't work. Close my eyes? Yeah, right.
Resigned to my fate, I open the door wider and stand aside to let you pass by. I hold my breath and debate the wisdom of running outside the door and finding somewhere to hide. Knowing that you are faster than I am nixed that idea in the butt though. I sigh and close and lock the door. Hearing you call for me in a no-nonsense tone, I gulp and reluctantly walk into the living room, looking at the floor.
"Come here, Reena," you boom out, "and explain yourself." I walk forward slowly, dragging my feet, trying to think of a plausible excuse, ummm, reason. But all I can come up with is, "I had exams and wanted to concentrate on them. And so I didn't wash the dishes, take out the garbage, dust, clean, organize…." I had been speaking very fast, aware of you looking at me disapprovingly. My voice slows and cracks as I list the things that I had neglected to do.
I watch you looking for somewhere to sit and flinch and look at the floor in embarrassment when I see you settle on the only clear place on the couch. From the corner of my eyes, I see you motion for me to come sit beside you. I do so, while still avoiding looking in your eyes. I try to distract you by giving you a hug and another kiss. "What you just listed weren't reasons, but excuses, Reena. And not good excuses at that." I flush more and can sense my cheeks getting redder at the rebuke and the coming lecture.
"Look at me, Reena!" I slowly raise my eyes, which are beginning to fill with tears of embarrassment. "We are going to deal with this now. Go stand in the corner." Before I head towards the bedroom, which is where you usually have me stand in the corner, you add, "Here, not in the bedroom." I look around, lost. Which corner? That one has the door to the balcony. This one has a lamp. This one has a dresser and there is a table next to that one; would feel too squished if I use it. I turn around until you get exasperated with me and tell me to go stand in the corner right next to the table. I rush to it and stand facing it not wanting to do anything that might increase the spanking that I'm sure I'm going to get.
I stand in the corner trying to not draw your attention to me and tell myself that I shouldn't have told you about corners. I can hear you moving around the apartment, looking into the different rooms and can feel my face flame at what you're seeing. I have no idea what you are planning considering how new you are to spanking, but I flinch and wince each time I hear you sigh or tsk.
We started talking online two months ago. Then we started meeting in person around a month ago. We talk on the phone often. I confessed my desire to be spanked to you early in our relationship and it really appealed to you. You enjoy finding reasons to spank me. I enjoy them, too. Considering how new I am to spanking too, we've been learning and experimenting together. So far, most of the spankings have been for fun though. I've made sure to have the apartment clean whenever I knew you were coming over and I've been my normal angelic self the rest of the time. Oh hush! I tell the part of my brain that had started laughing at that thought.
At last, or maybe not, I hear you come back into the living room. "Come here, Reena." I slowly turn, see you standing somewhat in the middle of the living room, and go to stand in front of you. As soon as you start speaking, I can tell that you are trying your toppy voice. "Here's what's going to happen. You are going to clean this apartment while I'm here. We are going to take it one step at a time. The living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, then the sweeping and taking out the garbage." I nod to myself, not surprised by what you are saying. "In between sections, you are going to get spanked." I gape. "Since I didn't bring any of my new implements with me, we'll use the ones you have here. What were they again? A wooden hair brush, ping pong paddle, and a plastic paddle?" I nod, my mouth opening wider. Yikes! You want to use all three of them in the space of a few hours? "And because not keeping your apartment clean is serious, you are going to do all this naked." I freeze. Then do a full body blush/flush. I look at the floor in embarrassment and then whisper an "Oh, ummm… ok…" I know, I know. Not a very inspired response.
"Now, strip. And remember to fold your clothes neatly." With flaming cheeks and downcast eyes, I do what you say and take off my clothes. I fold them and put them on the arm of the couch. I stand in front of you and fidget. You move back to the couch and sit down, shifting to the left. "Come here, Reena." I stand by your right side. Suddenly your hands are putting me into position over your knee, with my upper body supported by the couch. I shift a little, trying to get comfortable. I can feel your hand on my bottom. It has a comforting effect and gives me a secure feeling, but at this time it also makes me bury my head in the couch from embarrassment and nervousness.
While I am still shifting, I feel the first spank fall. I gasp in shock at the sting and suddenness. I close my eyes in a futile attempt to somehow lessen the embarrassment and sting from the spanking. It ends up focusing the rest of my senses on the spanks, which fall down slowly and deliberately. I can feel my bottom heating up and I can imagine that my lower cheeks are turning pink. I lose count of the number of spanks, but I know that there were over forty.
I feel your hand rubbing my bottom as I shift and squirm and try to compose myself. You take your hand away and help me to stand you, telling me not to rub. "Now. I want you to go into the kitchen and wash all those dishes and the counter top." Here's where I see that you're really enjoying this. "If I think that you're going too slow or stalling, you'll get extra spanks while you're doing them." You grin and I stick my tongue out at you. You grin wider and smack my bottom and tell me to get going.
I head for the kitchen and sigh when I see the number of plates, utensils, glasses, bowls, and pans waiting for me. Anyone who's seen me wash dishes, or seen them stacked in the drainer when they're clean, realizes that I have a system. I worry that they won't all fit in the drainer so I have an order in which I wash them. I also usually take my time washing, to make sure every item is clean. That's the reason I give anyway. I turn on the water and start washing.
Since I'm used to washing dishes the same way every time, I don't think of going faster and altering it this time. I keep shifting from leg to leg though, self-conscious about being nude. After washing a few dishes, I jump when I feel a sharp slap to my bottom. "Owwwww. What was that for?" "You're going too slowly. Speed up!" I get another two slaps and stick my tongue out at your back while you walk away.
I turn back to the sink and pout. I get another 10 smacks while I finished the dishes. After drying my hands to start working on the counters, I rub my bottom quickly to get rid of some of the sting. "I saw that!" You give me another five spanks and tell me to hurry up and finish. I stick my tongue out at your back and quickly wipe down the counters. I grin with pride at how clean the kitchen looks. Then I turn around, see you standing in the middle of the messy living room and flush with embarrassment. I want to rush into your arms but I stand still waiting for what you have planned next.
You hold out your hand to me. When you have my hand in your grasp, you lead me back to the couch and over your knee. I feel your hand on my bottom. I really love that. I turn my head and see that you have taken out the implements from the drawer while I was in the kitchen and put them on the table. The closest one is the hairbrush and I see you pick it up and feel you rubbing it on my bottom. The coolness of it feels good on my still pink bottom.
I feel you raise the brush and brace myself for the first smack. Even though, I still gasp. Another three smacks fall quickly right after it. "Owwwwwwwww." Followed by more and more. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Stoooooooop." You ignore what I say and continue using the hairbrush on my bottom. You do stop every few smacks to rub my bottom though. You know that I love that and I love you and that you do it often.
The spanking stops and I feel your hand just rubbing my bottom. I smile and close my eyes. I'm still smiling when you help me stand. You smile back at my and ruffle my hair. Then you give me a smack on the bottom and the next set of orders. "The bedroom doesn't look bad. It just needs organizing. So I've decided that you'll do both the living room and bedroom at the same time. First I want you to put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket and make the bed. Then I want you to stack all your papers and put them on that table. You can go through them later and organize them. I'll check. Then put the rest of the stuff where it’s supposed to go. Understand?" I nod and receive a 'get started' smack.
I turn away and start picking up clothes to put in the basket when your voice makes me pause. I look up and see you grinning while revealing the last part. "Remember, if I think that you're working too slowly, then you get extra spanks. This time with the hairbrush." I stick out my tongue at you again when I see that your grin was growing wider with each word.
Collecting the clothes and putting them in the basket didn't take a long time. Neither did making the bed. Stacking the papers took a long time though. I kept trying to do some of the organizing and ended up standing looking at papers and moving them from stack to stack. Apparently, that fell under the category of 'working too slowly' and I got five extra smacks while organizing the living room. I got another five while putting things back in their place.
By now all that's left is the bathroom and dusting and sweeping. And taking out the garbage. I hope you that you want to forget about the next spanking and let me finish cleaning, but it seems that you really like spanking. I mentally stick my tongue out at you and poke you in the ribs. I follow your lead and go back over your lap. This time the spanking is with the plastic paddle. It goes the same as the previous two, but with more sting, more squirming, more owing and more redness. Pout!
I gingerly get up after the spanking is over and try to keep my tears from falling. My bottom is really sore now. I sniffle and go around dusting and sweeping, which doesn't take me more than 10 min. I empty all the small garbage bags into a big one so that I take them out all at one time later. Then I go to the bathroom and wipe down the sink and toilet.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I realize that you have something different planned for the next spanking. You've put a chair in the middle of the living. You come over to me and give me a quick hug. Then you gesture towards the chair. "Lean over it and put your hands on it. Good. Now move your legs back a bit. Good. Spread your legs a little. More. Good. If you move your feet, that spank gets repeated."
I nod my understanding and then gulp when I see you pick up the ping-pong paddle. I pout and look at you hoping that you'll put it back down and pick something else. You see the look in my eye and walk in front of me. You lean down and kiss me. I smile and kiss you back. "Don't worry. It won't be that bad. I know that it stings, so I'll only give you 20 with it."
You walk back behind me and I feel you touch the ping-pong paddle to my bottom. I squirm but keep my feet where they are. I settle down and SMACK! The spanking begins. I gasp out loud and nearly bite my tongue, but I stay where I am. As the spanking continues, I gasp, I moan in pain, I ouch, but somehow, I manage to stay in place. You aim for different spots on my bottom. Thank God! I also realize that you aren't using full strength and silently thank you for that. By the fifteenth smack though, I am crying and apologizing and promising that the apartment will be very clean from now on.
You deliver the twentieth spank then rub my bottom while giving me a min to collect my self. Then you help me stand and lead me to the couch. You sit down and sit me on your lap, making sure that my bottom isn't touching anything, holding me and hugging me and drying my tears. Eventually I am calm enough that I'm not crying. I look around at the living room and kitchen and smile at how clean it looks. You see the smile and smile back. I lean in for a kiss then put my head on your shoulder, enjoying the feel of your arms around me.
"There is one thing left, you know." I glance around wondering what you mean, see the garbage bag and pout. You help me stand up and I put on a t-shirt and pants. We go together to throw out the bag. When we get back, you notice that I'm rubbing my bottom. "Would you like something for that?" I nod eagerly. You go the kitchen and bring back a bowl of ice and grab a towel from the dresser in the living room on the way.
You sit down and gesture for me to come back over your lap. When I am in the right position, you pull down my pants, put the ice in a sandwich bag and rub it on my bottom, using the towel to wipe away the resulting water. That feels great. I sigh and close my eyes.
"Now that that's taken care of, how did your exam go today?" Exam? What exam? It seems I took too long to answer, because I feel your hand falling down on my bottom. Ohhhhh. That exam. "Did you fall asleep down there?" I turn my head and stick out my tongue at you. You laugh, return to rubbing my bottom, and ask me about the exam again. "It went pretty good. I think I got at least a 75 on it." We smile at each other and kiss. "I love you, Reena." "I love you, too, Marcus."