When I first moved in with Jessica, Abby, and Sarah, I knew it was going to be interesting. In fact, being the sole male with three very attractive female roommates was downright fascinating, to say the least.
We had all been forced off campus by the housing crisis caused by the delay of the new chiller for the largest dorm and the cascading bumps off waiting lists.
Jessica swung into action quickly and got a lease on a local house at a still reasonable price. She is highly organized. And since she held the lease, she assigned chores as she saw fit. I never had any reason to question this, as they seemed to be evenly distributed. And I certainly had no reason to question what the consequences might be for not completing a chore.
My first clue came when Sarah wasn't swinging her curvaceous ass as much as usual one evening. And she had brought a pillow to sit on for dinner.
"Fall off your bike?" I asked.
"Sarah didn't do her vacuuming as assigned," Jessica said.
To my questioning look, Abby explained, "Sarah received an old-fashioned spanking this afternoon by Jessica, and a very sound one at that. She received three minutes of Jessica's hairbrush, per cheek." Abby added this last part with a sparkle in her eye.
"Oh," I said.
Sarah shot daggers at Abby. I couldn't help but think how my normally prim and proper roommate would look over a lap receiving a good spanking. And I noticed how effective the punishment was. I mean, the carpet was just spotless!
By the way, my name is Roger. And it certainly never occurred to me that I might find myself in the very same position. If it did, I might have improved the quality of my work, for I had been doing some pretty half-assed in recent weeks.
As it was, we continued our spaghetti dinner. And we actually had pleasant mealtime conversation once we got past the topic of spanking. After the meal, I put away the leftovers and loaded the dishwasher. I was walking past Sarah and Abby on the living room couch, when I heard Jessica call, "Roger, could you please come back in here?"
I rolled my eyes past my roommates as I went back to the kitchen. Jessica was standing there with her arms crossed, and she stared at me for a long two or three seconds. "Roger," she asked, "Is this how we load the dishwasher?" I had loaded the dishes directly into our rather ineffectual dishwasher without first rinsing them. "And clean the counters?" she asked, indicating the streaky counters. "And most importantly," she asked as she opened the refrigerator, "Is this how we put away leftovers?" I had put the leftovers in without even covering them.
Jessica stared at me, and then announced, "Roger, I want you to go get my hairbrush. It's about time you were taught a little lesson."
I chuckled, "Oh, I'll just go ahead and finish up in here."
Jessica said, "You will finish up in here. But only after I've finished spanking you."
I'm of average to shorter height at 5'7". Jessica is a tall, slender, athletic brunette at 5'9". She really can be quite intimidating.
By the way, Sarah is a cute blonde at 5'3". I can well imagine how she looked over Jessica's lap.
"Umm, what gives you the right?" I said.
Abby said, "You didn't question that right when it was Sarah who got it." The two of them were suddenly standing in the doorway. Sarah mouthed a silent Oh, and gave her bottom a quick up and down rub.
Jessica said, "Roger, if I have to get that hairbrush myself, it will be much worse for you."
I didn't know what to say. Sarah and I are freshmen and Jessica a junior. Of course I viewed her as a bit of an authority figure.
I heard Jessica's hand fall against her jean-covered thigh. She walked out of the room.
Sarah said, "Really, Rog, you're not going to get out of it. You better go along, or she's going to really let you have it."
Jessica came back into the kitchen holding both a wooden hairbrush and a riding crop she kept as a memento of her equestrian days (or so I thought!)
With her other hand, she took hold of my hand and led me into the living room. If it had been sheer force, I could have resisted and fought back. But resistance seemed very inappropriate to her gentle persuasion, in which she was very matter-of-factly leading me as if I were a naughty schoolboy being led to a well-deserved punishment! And that's pretty much exactly how I felt.
Jessica placed the brush and crop on the coffee table and sat down in the middle of the couch. She looked at me expectantly.
"Roger," she said, "You've already gone from 3 minutes per cheek to 6. Unless you want to get the switch, too, I suggest you place yourself over my lap."
I paused, still thinking there must be a way to talk myself out of it.
Jessica then said, "I will have the girls place you over my lap if need be." True, 5'7" brunette Abby most probably would be a handful, but Sarah at 5'3" a mere half pint.
Okay, here's the thing. I've studied Tae-Kwon-Do up to orange belt. But it would be so wrong to use against it two girls. Plus, the embarrassment if I still lost.
I placed myself over Jessica's lap.
She said, "Roger, aren't you forgetting something?" And it dawned on me immediately what she meant.
I started to get up, but Abby sat on my upper back and Sarah on my legs. They were apparently just itching to get in on the punishment act.
Jessica said, "You've just earned yourself 20 with the switch. Please raise your hips unless you want that doubled as well."
I did so, and felt Jessica reach under and unhook and unzip my jeans. And I felt the beginnings of an erection. Sarah got off my legs, took off my tennis shoes, and then pulled both my jeans and my cotton underwear all the way off. Abby got up and pulled my T-shirt up over my head. I was now nude except for my socks.
I felt Jessica reach down and position my half-erect cock between her jean-covered thighs. She whispered, " . . now I've got you."
I felt her reach for something. And then I felt her grab hold of my waist with one hand and my lower cheek/upper thigh with the other, and she rotated my butt upward.
I felt the brush rotate in teasing circles on my left cheek. I felt it rise, and then "Smack!" It was a good solid, stinging stroke. Teasing circles on my right cheek, and "Smack."
And the spanking was on. The blows sometimes fell on alternating cheeks. And sometimes five, six, seven smacks on the same cheek. Jessica sometimes even gave two, three, four blows to the exact same spot. Ouch!
Like in track, I reminded myself to breath. I felt firm smacks all over my butt cheeks. And then, several would fall in the exact same place. Ouch. I deepened my in-and-out breaths. I heard "Now, maybe you'll be a little bit more sympathetic about Sarah getting it." That was coming from Abby. And even though I was trying to keep my movements down, I was still moving some and my cock was getting friction from Jessica's jeans and was, by now, fully erect. The spanking came to a pause.
Jessica said, "Roger, I want to let you know that if you had minded from the beginning, it would have been all over. As it is, Sarah, can you please set the timer for another six minutes."
And she gave me the hardest smack of all. And she then shellacked my lower left cheek with a rapid series of smacks. "Humpf!" I said. That seemed to cause her to redouble her efforts on left ass cheek. She moved to my lower right cheek and pummeled me with a series of fast smacks. "Mmm," I said, keeping it down and making a smaller sound. I had no idea a wooden hairbrush could hurt this much.
I felt her pry open my left cheek and go up and down my crack. And then pry open my right cheek. I expected her to go right next to my anus, but she didn't go that far.
Back to the crown of right ass cheek. And Jessica gave me at least 20 hard snacks right in a row. Then crown of left cheek. A hard, rapid . . smack . . smack . . smack of at least twenty. I felt myself starting to lose control.
I suddenly remembered double breathing from track. It's something you might do the last straightaway. I started now, taking two quick intakes, and two quick out-breaths.
And I was moving, and my cock was extremely erect at this point.
Jessica went to lower cheek, really top of the thigh. Oh, shit, that stung. And I moved even more, although I tried not not. She again pried open left cheek and went between, and pried open right cheek and went between. And went back to crown of cheek. I felt myself nearing tears.
And then it was over.
Jessica spread her thighs and thereby untrapped me. "Up you go," she said. "But remember, you still have a good switching coming."
I barely heard her. Instead, I jumped up and grabbed my ass cheeks. Oh, how my female housemates stared at my by now extremely hard and erect cock. I can remember an absolute look of surprise on Sarah's face. Jessica herself said, "Nice Roger, but it won't get you out of it."
Then to Sarah, she asked, "Would you like to do the honors?"
After a very short pause, Sarah said, "Love to."
And then Sarah seemed to come alive. "Okay, young man, let's get up on the couch on your hands and knees," she said. I'd seen this other times. Sarah was not so much shy, as slow to warm up.
