by John Chard
Shelly Brooks stomped on the brake and spun the wheel to the right, whipping the black Corolla into the driveway of the quaint three bedroom town house that was her college home away from home. She glanced again at her watch. 'Damn, I'm really going to be cutting it close,' she thought.
She was supposed to drive home for a weekend with her mom and maternal grandma at her grandma's place in the country. Unfortunately, a quick question for her economics professor after class turned into a twenty minute dissertation on post cold-war financial paradigms. Now she was going to be rushed packing.
She sent her athletic five-eight frame up the steps two at a time and opened the door. 'At least my clothes will be done in the washer,' she thought.' I should just have time to dry them and get packed and still get on the road by 3:00.'
She threw her purse on the kitchen table and ducked into the adjoining utility room. Sure enough, the load she'd started just before leaving for her class was done washing. She yanked the dryer door open intent on transferring the wet load from the washer only to be confronted by a solid wall of clothing. Her jaw muscles immediately tightened. They were Cheyenne's of course. "This is it, I'm going to kill her," she said, staring daggers at the jammed dryer.
She briefly considered yanking them out and leaving them on the counter, but she knew Cheyenne should be home any minute and she wanted to confront her with the overloaded machine.
'I'll give her ten minutes before I pry them out of there myself and when she does get here, I am so going to tan her chubby little Texas butt for her. I don't care if I am late getting on the road.'
Cheyenne would not have been her first choice for a roommate. They didn't have much in common. Shelly was a tall, athletic, brunette New Englander and most of the time at least, she was a sober, responsible young woman. Cheyenne was a short and curvy, green eyed, redhead from Lubbock, Texas. She played saxophone in the marching band and, most of time, she was overly boisterous, sloppy and scatter brained.
It was Shelly's cross country team-mate, Linda LaRue who had brought them together. Linda's father rented the three bedroom townhouse for her on the understanding that she find two friends willing to share the rent.
Linda had already invited her friend Cheyenne. When she asked Shelly if she wanted to be the third she jumped at the chance to get out of the dorms.
Things went fine at first. After a week or two Shelly was aware that Cheyenne was a bit of a slob and could be a bit lazy about her household chores, but Linda was the maternal type and she routinely picked up after Cheyenne and sometimes even did her chores.
Unfortunately, after a few months, Linda shacked up with her boyfriend. She still paid her rent because she didn't want her dad to know that she was living with a boyfriend, but she had otherwise absented herself from the house.
Tension between Shelly and Cheyenne started almost immediately. Shelly was not at all of a mind to pick up after her roommate and she certainly wasn't going to do her chores for her. The result was a constant battle. Shelly would nag, cajole, and even threaten Cheyenne to pick up after herself and do her assigned chores and even then Cheyenne's compliance was half-hearted at best.
Things only improved between them when Shelly, quite by accident, discovered that they shared a mutual kink, namely a penchant for having their firm, young bottoms spanked. The revelation had been quite a shock.
Shelly returned one Friday night after a football game to find band instruments and uniforms strewn about the living room. She marched upstairs to Cheyenne's bedroom to complain but when she got to the door she was greeted with the unmistakable sound of a spanking being carried out. Cheyenne was evidently over the knee of her boyfriend, Kevin.
It was hard to picture. Kevin was a skinny kid from Kansas and a fellow bandsman who played trombone. Like Cheyenne, he was red haired and freckled, almost a real life version of Howdy Doody. He was the last guy on earth she could imagine taking a stubborn, feisty thing like Cheyenne across his knee for a spanking. She would actually have found it easier to picture it the other way around. It was definitely happening though and it sounded like he was doing a pretty competent job of it.
She was immediately green with envy. Up to that time her own experience with actual spankings had been received across the sturdy lap of her formidable mom, Susan Brooks, and even those spankings had only started three years earlier when her mother, also by accident, discovered her daughter's shocking appetite for internet spanking porn. As mortifying as that had been, it led to a long overdue heart to heart talk between them and later that same night it led to her first trip to the maternal woodshed where her mother treated her to a real old fashioned barn burner of a spanking!
It had been an eye opening experience for her, more intense both mentally and physically then she ever imagined but when it was over and she had caught her breath and dried her tears she realized that stories were never going to be enough anymore. It was a moot point anyway as from that day forward her mother had spanked her and spanked her soundly each and every time her behavior merited such punishment.
Three years later however, her yen for maternal discipline having been thoroughly sated, she found her thoughts turning more and more to spankings of a more carnal nature. Spankings like the one she'd heard Cheyenne getting.
She had a boyfriend of her own, Scott Spencer and he was an Adonis, quarterback of the football team, and in most respects an assertive, take charge guy. Unfortunately, in spite of all her hinting and bratting she had yet to find herself sprawled face down across his magnificently muscled thighs getting the spanking she so desperately craved.
Ironically it was Cheyenne who ultimately solved that problem for her. The morning after Shelly had overheard Cheyenne's bedroom fanny warming she had subtly teased her annoying roommate at the breakfast table by casually mentioning that she'd overheard both the spanking and the mattress gymnastics that followed.
She spent a few minutes thoroughly enjoying the girl's brick-red blush and stammered attempts to explain that Kevin wasn't and abusive boyfriend before she let her off the hook, admitting that she understood exactly what was going on and was even a little jealous.
It was the beginning of the first real conversation they'd ever had. Cheyenne listened wide eyed as Shelly described exactly what it was like to be a grown girl turned over the lap of a strong willed mother and spanked on the bare seat with a wood brush until you made every plea and promise you could think of and ultimately cried tears all over the carpet. Cheyenne, for her part, described her quest, begun in middle school, to find the perfect spanking boyfriend, Kevin being her first real success.
When Shelly lamented her failure to get the otherwise assertive Scott to take the bait, Cheyenne proposed a devious plan wherein they went on a double date together and behaved like the girlfriends from hell, drinking too much and bratting the boys at every opportunity. When they returned to Shelly and Cheyenne's town house, Scott was allowed to overhear the inevitable spanking Cheyenne receive from Kevin. From that point it only took a minimum of goading from Shelly to get Scott to follow the lead of the less physically impressive male.
It wasn't a perfect spanking, but it was an impressive start and Shelly had generously rewarded Scott's fledgling efforts in bed. Cheyenne had made it clear that if the plan worked, Shelly would owe her a favor, but she hadn't given much thought to that, supposing that her less motivated roommate would simply want to be let off some of her chores; a price Shelly would gladly pay for her first boyfriend spanking.
She was quite shocked the next day when by way of payment Cheyenne had asked to be initiated into the realm of real old fashioned discipline spankings, even going so far as to provide a solid wood hairbrush with which to do the honors.
Although Cheyenne had expressed some envy during their earlier talk at that fact that Shelly had a spanking mom, she never anticipated Cheyenne making such a request of her and she wasn't sure how to respond. Cheyenne actually made a good argument for why she felt she needed it and why Shelly should be the one to do the honors. She could easily sympathize with the girl, but so far as spanking went she had always seen herself as a submissive. The closest she'd ever come to giving a spanking had been a few playful birthday whacks given to her friends Katie and Jill back home.
She begged a few hours to consider the situation, a request Cheyenne thankfully understood. She examined the prospect of spanking her roommate from every angle and ultimately she decided to go through with it, partly because she was just plain curious to see if she could really do it properly the way her mother did. She also figured that if a sound spanking would actually get Cheyenne's lazy butt in gear around the house then so much the better.
Although she seemed modestly surprised, Cheyenne accepted the news calmly enough. Remembering her own mother's technique, Shelly marched her errant roomy into her bedroom, seated her on the side of the bed and standing in front of her delivered a very firm talking to about just how unacceptable her behavior had been and how dramatically she expected to see it improved. That done, she pulled the vanity table bench out far enough to facilitate some energetic kicking and squirming, seated herself and informed the curvy little redhead that it was time to drop pants and panties and assume the position.
Cheyenne complied quickly; evidently eager to get it over with and for the first time in her life Shelly had another young woman over her lap, fanny bared for some badly needed discipline. She felt plenty nervous going in. She was quite unsure of her own untested abilities as a disciplinarian, but she had to admit that seeing those plump white cheeks presented so submissively across her lap made her feel more than a little wolfish. She was determined to serve up a spanking that wouldn't be mistaken for anything but the serious discipline it was meant to be.
Still, she decided to temper justice with a modicum of mercy. She set the hairbrush on the vanity top and commenced the spanking with her bare hand, partly so Cheyenne's first taste of real discipline wouldn't be too overwhelming and partly because she was just plain curious to see what it was like to spank someone that way. She didn't go easy though. She was a tall solid athlete and she put everything she had into that hand spanking. In short order she had her recalcitrant roomy squirming and squealing with plenty of enthusiasm and she kept it up until the burning sensation in her own palm became too intense to continue that way. Informing Cheyenne that the lesson was about to begin in earnest, she picked up the brush, pinned Cheyenne's right hand out of the way and banged out fifty solid swats, making sure to visit every inch of her roomie's frantically squirming backside.
It had the desired effect. By the time she reached forty, Cheyenne had kicked her jeans all the way off and was making frantic pleas for mercy and promises of improved behavior. By fifty the tears were starting to flow.
Again remembering her mother's technique, she gave Cheyenne a final talking to about the dramatic improvement she expected to see and then she brought the lesson home with ten blistering smacks right across the lowest curves of the girl's now fire engine red fanny.
That brought on full blown sobbing that took a good minute to subside before Cheyenne slid off her lap on to her knees and brought both hands back to sooth her still blazing seat.
Shelly felt vindicated while she was bouncing the brush off her annoying roomie's plump, bare cheeks but looking at her on her knees, panting, nose running and unruly red hair matted to her tear stained face she worried that she had taken the thing too far.
Thankfully that wasn't the case. Cheyenne recovered her composure quickly and admitted that while it had been a lot more intense than she imagined she had indeed deserved it and promised that she would make an honest effort to mend her less flattering behavior. She even agreed to further such spankings any time she fell short of keeping her promise.
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