Readers,
The ”hits” just keep coming…here’s another entry for the ‘Spanking Wish’ contest .
Enjoy!
– Dana
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“Being a Bad Neighbor”
“That girl needs a good thrashing,” Do they really think I cannot hear them as I am walking through the lobby? Sooorrry, I swore when I dropped my mail. They think they are so perfect. They are my neighbors. I knew moving into such a large apartment building would have its challenges; just as adjusting to a new life would be difficult; but these past six months have been worse than I could have ever imagined.
The old woman with the white hair wasn’t the first one to want to beat my ass. In the dining room I was rude to an old lady who just wouldn’t such up. She was talking about the hairballs her cat coughed up. In the dining room! Perhaps I could have been a bit kinder with my words. I would have been kinder before moving here. But now there was no reason for me to curb my attitude or behavior.
My life had been so perfect until Jeff left. Now my life was just spiraling out of control. If my neighbors only knew how correct they were; I do need a thrashing. Before Jeff was in his accident, if I mouthed off or acted the way I have been he would have tanned my butt so bad I wouldn’t have sat for a week. Jeff was not only my boyfriend, lover and best friend he was my disciplinarian. He made me accountable for my actions. Now without Jeff, I just didn’t care. I have been a rude, obnoxious bitch. I don’t mean to be and each day when I get up I swear it will be different. I will clean the apartment, or at least wash the dishes, I will be polite and watch my mouth, but each day I fail. I tried finding a different Dom to help me, his style and demeanor was so unlike Jeff that I couldn’t continue. I even tried disciplining myself but that didn’t work either. My life is a mess, I am a mess. I do need to be punished for the way I am acting; my neighbors are right I really wish one of them would just spank me, God only knows how badly I need it.
I needed to get some laundry done, I was so glad to see I was the only person in the laundry room. I don’t really feel up to dealing with any neighbors today. I didn’t sleep last night or any nights recently. I threw my clothes in the washer and retreated back to my apartment. I awoke in a panic – my laundry, I had forgotten my laundry. Oh no the light is on in the laundry room, not only am I late but I will hear about it for sure. As I get closer I can hear several voices, my head is beginning to pound. I can see three people in the laundry room as I approach. Two are retired nuns, Sister Alice and Sister Veronique along with a white haired woman named Maggie or at least I think her name is Maggie. I take a deep breath as I walk into the laundry room.
“Is this your laundry?” Maggie asked as she points to my neatly folded laundry in my basket. My mind is spinning with what to say, Sorry….. Who do I owe the dryer money…. Thank you….. “Yeah,” was all that came out of my mouth. “We dried it and folded it for you, since you weren’t here and we needed the machine.” I reached for my basket and Sister Alice stepped between me and it. I stepped back and opened my mouth to speak but the look on the Sister’s face made me think better of it. “Darcie, we understand you had a tragic event in your life but that is no excuse to treat people the way you do. Maggie used her money to finish your laundry and we all folded it for you. At the very least you should say Thank You, but personally I think you belong in that corner over there to think about your behavior and how it affects others.” As much as I wanted to run with or without my laundry, I suddenly realized that feeling of submissiveness had come over me. I lowered my eyes and apologized to all three women as I walked to the corner. The room was silent. I couldn’t tell if they were looking at me or not, the room was too quiet. I turned to find it was only Sister Alice and I left in the room. “Darcie, are you ready to be good?” “Yes Sister,” I replied quietly. I sat in the chair next her and noticed she had a very kind face and was wearing a dark green shirt, almost black but definitely green. This was Jeff’s favorite color; about 60 % of his wardrobe was dark green. “I am sorry, so sorry….” I was crying “I just don’t know what to do…. I don’t mean to be so bad” Sister Alice stopped me, putting her hand on my shoulder. “You have been very naughty to many women here at the home. You deserve to be punished. I think you need to be spanked. Spanked on your bare bottom, hard, so you can’t sit comfortably for a few days, so you are reminded of what happens when you don’t behave yourself.” “Yes Sister” I mumbled the words so softly I barely heard myself. “Excuse me?” Sister Alice asked. “Yes, I do deserve to be punished.” I looked up and spoke directly to her. “No time like the present, let’s go to your apartment.” “NO, I mean, can we go to your apartment, my apartment is a mess.” “Well that seems to be something we will have to work on as well. Ok we can go to my apartment, this time.”
We entered the courtside apartment and she led me to her bedroom where she closed the drapes. As she unfolded the blanket that had been laid over the foot of the bed, she pointed to an empty corner. I walked to the corner and stood facing the two walls. When she called my name I noticed she had spread the blanket over the top of the bed. There was hump on bed from pillows under the blanket. Next to it was several items which were soon going to be used to spank my bottom. They were all household items, a thick metal ruler, a slotted spoon, a heavy wooden spoon and a leather belt. “You ready?” I took a deep breath and told her I was ready. “Remove your pants and undies and lie over the pillows.” I did as I was told. I was nervous, happy, embarrassed and even horny all at the same time. In my mind I was thinking, “Be careful what you ask for.” But at the same instance those words were spoken from Sister Alice’s mouth. How could she know? “This is going to hurt Darcie, Proverbs 20:30 Punishment that hurts chases evil from the heart.” For a second, I wondered how hard an old woman could even administer a spanking. I was sure this wasn’t even going to hurt, and then I felt the wooden spoon as it made contact with my left cheek. The pain was intense and immediately followed by more heavy swats all on my left cheek. I began to squirm, and gasped as the pain took over. Then she moved to my right cheek; now my entire butt was on fire and the pain of each swat intensified. She kept spanking me even though I was now fully crying moving the wooden spoon to cover the sweet spot and upper thighs. I hadn’t been spanked like this for so long and I was not expecting anything this painful. I suddenly remembered the other instruments on the bed. I really was going to have trouble sitting when this was over. I realized the spanking had stopped. “Is this what you need young lady?” Sister Alice asked me. “Yes Ma’am, I mean Sister.” “Whichever, you wish to call me is fine, are you ready for more, I am going to use the ruler on you next, then if you want a break you can stand in the corner for a bit.” “Yes, Sister,” I was still sobbing. When the metal ruler landed against my sit down spot I screamed in pain. It hurt so much, then again in the same spot, “OWWWW,” I cried as the ruler slowly made its way down to the backs of my upper thighs and then back up, I was thrashing around on the bed but no matter where or how I tried to move the ruler made solid contact. “Oh, it hurts so bad, PLEASE, I’ll be good…..” I begged as my bottom received the spanking I knew I not only deserved and wanted but one that I truly needed. After what seemed like forever I heard Sister say, “Corner, I need a break even if you don’t,” My face was wet with tears by bottom felt like it was on fire, and the pain was much more than I had expected. I went to the corner and stood there, crying. After a while Sister Alice was handing me a bottle of cold water. I gratefully accepted the drink and she motioned for me to follow her. The shades in the living room had also been closed and we entered the kitchen. There was a pad of paper and a pen on the table and another sheet of paper with eleven bible verses all from Proverbs. “Ten times each and make sure they are neat or you will do them over.” I looked at her and without a word I sat on the hard wooden kitchen chair. It hurt, and the more I moved to try to find a spot that wouldn’t hurt as bad, the more pain I seemed to cause. I gave up trying to find a comfortable way to sit. I wrote my lines as neatly as I could while Sister Alice read her bible in the chair next to me. It took me over an hour to get all the lines written, I was hoping to impress her with my super neat penmanship. She glanced at the pages I had written. “Good girl, ready to finish your spanking?” Finish? What? “Ummm I thought we were done.” I immediately started crying again. My bottom was so sore. “I think you need a half dozen of each of the implements, to help you remember, but if you don’t want them it’s up to you.” She replied. Thinking about it I knew she was right, I had this coming, I had wanted it and I did need it. “Yes, you are right.”
We walked back to the bedroom and I adjusted the pillows and climbed on them. “Count the strokes.” “One,” I said as the slotted spoon tore into my butt. After I counted out the forth stroke I was sure I was bleeding, “Five,” I cried not knowing how I was going count out the remaining strokes and fearing what might happen if I failed. “Six.” I yelled between gasps and sobs. The ruler and the wooden spoon were just as bad and I really was hoping she would offer me a break in the corner before using the belt on me but I heard the swoosh of the belt and then the intense bite of the belt as it made contact with my upper thigh. I hollered in pain and managed to say something that sounded similar to “one” before I heard that awful swoosh sound again. I rolled a bit to try and avoid it but it still landed square across both of my cheeks searing them with incredible pain. Before I could even manage to even attempt to call out two the belt was careening towards my bottom to land the third hard blow. I didn’t try to avoid it this time, nor did I try to say the number three. The next three came as I laid there feeling exhausted, sorry and completely submissive.
Sister Alice sat next to me on the bed and gently rubbed my back as I lay crying. “I understand you have been through a lot, but it you need to take control now.” “Let me help you Darcie.”
Thank you for taking the time to write this story! Great job!