Please read the earlier chapters before you read this one. Otherwise, it won't make much sense. Also you'll find it a lot more erotic if you first understand who these characters are and where they are, physically and emotionally.
Corner Time, But with a Very Special Corner
"I've got it!" Jennie spoke at last. Her smile, I mean the wicked smile, was back. "I'm going to have you do some corner time while the rest of us finish our DVD," she continued. "That should be about another hour."
I knew what "corner time" meant from dozens of Literotica stories. There is only one corner in my bedroom that doesn't have furniture in it, so sniffling and with my head bowed, I moved toward it. Even as I walked, aftershocks of my spanking continued to send flashes of pain in my rear and my hips jerked in response to each one, much to Jennie's amusement.
"No, no," she said when she could talk without giggling. "Not that corner. I have a very special corner in mind for you. It's in the laundry room."
"The laundry room?" I asked. "Why the laundry room?"
"I told you," she replied. "There's a special corner in there. Now, you're going to have to cross the living room to get to it in front of Robby and Angie. I'll let you wear panties, but I'm going to pick them out."
With that she went to the second drawer of my dresser and began pulling out underpants and tossing them on the top.
"Where are your G-strings, Soo May?" she asked, "You know: thongs."
"I don't have any," I pointed out accurately.
"Oh, that's right," she said, "You wouldn't, would you? Until a couple of weeks ago you haven't had a boyfriend in years."
Bitch!
I thought, but all I said was "Were you really going to make me walk out there in a G-string?"
"Yes, but I'd have let you cover your rear with the mittens," she said innocently, as if that would have been a great mercy on her part. She then continued to hunt through my undies until, at last, she handed me a pair with dozens of thin, horizontal stripes in all the colors of the rainbow. "Well, these will have to do," she said.
I recognized them. They were "super hi-cut bikini" style, the kind that go all the way up to your waist, but have no sides, so they cover the front and most of the back with two deep "V" shapes; but, except for the waistband itself, they leave your flanks bare. I put them on and confirmed in the mirror, that sides of my buns were visible ... and bright pink.
I looked up and saw that Jennie was staring at my chest. I knew she was trying to decide whether she was going to let me wear a top. I was not surprised by her decision.
"The undies are all you need," she declared, "you've got nothing but nipples on top anyway, and you can easily hide them with just one arm."
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
I thought.
Then she strode to the door and flung it open.
"OK, you guys," she said to Robby and Angie, "Soo May is going to have to spend the next little while in the laundry room thinking about her disobedience."
"Ok, roomie," she looked at me and pointed her finger into the living room, "off you go to the laundry room. I'll be there in a minute."
I started to walk toward the door; but, mortified, I stopped and restarted several times. Finally, just before I stepped into Robby's view, I stopped again. I put one arm across my chest. Now, what to cover with the mitten on the other hand, the rainbow stretched tautly over my mons or the bare skin of one flank? I opted for the rainbow. So holding the mitten against my crotch I stepped past Jennie into the living room.
Robby, who had not yet seen me without a top, hooted with amusement at my state of undress. I instinctively stopped and crouched a little; trying to reduce, by a smidgeon more, the amount of my bare flesh that he could see. This had the effect of pushing my bum out toward Jennie who was behind me.
Smack! She gave me a swat with her hand, saying "Hurry it up! Get to the laundry room!"
"Ow!" I squealed and jumped forward, much to Robby's enjoyment. As I did so, I inadvertently turned one side toward him and he got a glimpse of the uncovered part of my bum, including its pink splotch.
"What the hell?" he asked. "Her butt is red! Is that from spanking, Jennie?" But he didn't wait for an answer; he just threw his head back and laughed.
My face turned as red as my rear and I dashed for the laundry room. As I passed near Robby, I turned a bit and moved sideways to keep my bottom turned away from him. Then, once past him, I did my backward walking thing until I got to the laundry room. I slammed the door shut stood there breathing hard. I realized that I was sniffling from embarrassment.
I heard muffled voices in the living room and soon the DVD started again.
"I'll be right back," Jennie was saying, and seconds later, she came into the laundry room, closing the door behind her. She glanced at the dustpan we kept hanging on a hook.
"That would make an interesting spanking instrument," she mused more to herself than to me.
"Ok, Soo May," Jennie continued, changing the subject and placing her hand on the dryer, "this is the corner I had in mind."
"Huh? What corner?" I asked.
"
This
corner," she smiled that evil smile, and she looked at her own hand on the dryer.
That's when I realized that her hand was on one of the top front
corners
of the dryer.
"I don't get it." I said, shrugging in puzzlement.
"I want you to lie down on the dryer for your corner time," she explained. "You'll lie at an angle across the top of it with your head by this back corner and your pussy over this front corner. Your legs will be dangling on either side of the corner."
"Why not just have me kneel in a corner like they do in all the stories we've read?"
"You'll see in a minute. Now get up there."
I put my hands on the top of the dryer to boost myself up. As instructed, I lay face down across the top with my crotch on the front corner that Jennie had selected. My face was at the opposite corner. My feet did not reach the floor so my legs dangled and the corner forced my legs slightly apart. Given the layout of the small room, my butt was pointed toward the door.
Good Vibrations
Then, to my surprise, Jennie reached over me to grasp the timer control of the dryer. She set it to one hour and then pressed the 'On' button. The familiar hum began. Like most dryers, it tended to shake and vibrate a bit when it ran.
To my questioning look, she explained, "The vibration will be good training for you. You need to resist the urge to play with yourself without permission. Now turn your face toward the wall. I'll send Robby home when the movie is over and then you can come out. In the meantime, you stay just where you are and remember that we can hear the dryer in the living room, so don't even think about turning it off."
With that, she stepped out and swung the door closed. I looked backward over my shoulder to watch her go and verify that the door really closed completely. Then I lay the side of my head down on my mitten-clad hands.
So there I lay, draped salaciously over the dryer wearing nothing but my super hi-cut rainbow panties and the naughty hands mittens. The realization that my ordeal was nearly over calmed me and my eyes dried. I reviewed the night's events in my mind.
Jennie and Angie have certainly taken to domination with enthusiasm,
I thought.
Neither is the maestro that Mickey is but each has certainly learned a thing or two from him ... Building up my humiliation in stages ... Making me ask for each part of the spanking in front of Robby ... Allowing him to see me half naked. ... It was so— so— ... so embarrassing
... uh ...
And making me lie on this rattletrap dryer to test my resistance to temptation!
... ah ...
Now that's a clever twist worthy of Mickey! Yes. And it's a hell of a test, too. Yeah, this dryer has nice little rhythm to it. It's also gotten very warm. I can feel the warmth against my belly and my nipples and my pubes. The shake is so relentless ... so
... mmmmm ...
