If Jonathan Hargreaves had known just how much work it would be to supervise and manage a ladies dorm building at the local university, he was sure that he never would have applied for the job in the first place.
At first his position as building supervisor had seemed like a pretty good deal. A decent wage, free room and board and having all his utilities paid had attracted him to the post. And besides, how difficult could it be to fix a few leaky taps and lock the doors at eleven? Sadly however, what John had failed to take into account was that the antics of a gang of bawdy female students could put a rugby team to shame. And so when he wasn’t cleaning up their drunken messes, picking up rubbish or fixing the windows, toilets and various other fittings that had ‘broken for no apparent reason’, John was kept awake all night by the girls non-stop parties and unbearably loud music. And after four weeks of perpetual misery, he finally decided that enough was enough. It was time to put his foot down.
The party in the room upstairs had been going on for five solid hours now, and as the girls who were throwing it had unplugged their phone, Jonathan decided that is was time to go up there and set them straight himself.
“What are ya’ gonna’ do about it?” smirked the impudent little blonde who was throwing the party. “If you call the police we’ll just stop the music till they leave and then turn it up back up full blast.” John did his best to keep his temper.
“For the last time, I am asking you to please turn the music down.” “Or what?” laughed the blonde, playing up to the jeering crowd who had now circled around the doorway. “Are you going to spank me?” “I might,” said John, folding his arms defiantly. It was four o’clock in the morning, he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in over a month, so he felt quite sure that if the music didn’t stop soon, he’d be capable of anything.
“Go on then,” mocked the blonde, pulling her jeans and knickers down as she turned around and bent over, showing off her pert, round rump and sure that the sight of it would make John turn and run away with his tail between his legs.
“Give me a good hard spanking. Teach me a lesson.” “Okay,” he said, grabbing the girl by the wrist and dragging her over to the empty settee. And taking a seat on the middle cushion, he pulled the girl over his knee and began to smack her pert, young bottom as sharply and as firmly as he felt that she could take.
Stunned into complete silence, the party guests simply stood around watching as their hostess was punished in front of their very eyes. But though the shock of being pulled over Jonathan’s knee had kept her mute up until this point, now she was kicking and struggling with all her might and shouting for Jonathan to let her go.
“Oww, stop it!” She wailed as Jonathan smacked each cheek hard in turn, turning them both a delightful rosy pink.
“You can’t …Oww!” “Are you going to turn the music off?” snapped Jonathan as he continued to tan her impertinent rump.
“Yes, yes I will! Lisa, do as he says!” At long last the building resonated to the sound of blissful silence. If he left now, John knew that he would enjoy a wonderful restful sleep, until the girls got bored decided to start the party again.
No. No matter how tired he was John knew that he had to see this thing through to the end and make sure that these girls all behaved themselves from now on.
“OWW!” wailed the hostess as Jonathan began to spank her bottom more vigorously than ever. “We turned the music off! Let me go!” “No chance!” said John, preparing himself to spend a long and gruelling night with these girls. “I don’t care if it takes all night! I’m going to set each and every one of you girls straight and make sure that I never hear a peep out of you after midnight ever again!” Telling the struggling blonde to put her hands behind her head and lace her fingers, John reached down to her ankles, pulled the wide leather belt from the loops of her jeans and folded it into a sturdy makeshift strap. And though at first the girl squealed and fought with all her might, belting her bottom harder and harder with every stroke John soon taught her to bite her lip and take her medicine.
“What’s your name?” He asked, still firmly laying the strap across her stinging red cheeks with regular, rhythmic strokes.
Up until now he’d only known these girls by room number and complaint.
“Karen.” She winced; trying hard not to wail like a sissy in front of her friends as the leather strap turned her lovely firm cheeks into a stinging inferno.
“Well, Karen, do you think that you’ve learnt your lesson?” “Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, I have.” John knew that she was lying in the hope of weaselling her way out of trouble, but it didn’t matter. John recognised the face of every one of Karen’s party guests. They’d all caused him trouble at one point or another this past month and now he had the chance to punish each and every one of them in turn.
And if any of them still felt like being difficult after that display? Well, there was always tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
“Okay then, who’s next?” asked Jonathan, sending the teary-eyed and sniffling girl over to stand in the corner with her jeans and knickers down around her ankles. He kept hold of Karen’s belt for the moment of course. After all, she wasn’t using it and it was a very effective tool.
Two dozen pairs of eyes suddenly began to stare intently at the carpet. For the first time since Jonathan had taken the job there, every one of the girls there was completely still and silent; and John was loving every minute of it.
“Come on now, let’s get it over with,” he insisted firmly.
“If one of you doesn’t come forward soon I’ll just pick one of you myself.” As it turned out of course, one pretty, little red head decided to get her spanking over and done with. And so despite trembling nervously and blushing with shame, she walked over to the settee and stood there politely with her head bowed and her hands behind her back, patiently waiting for the caretaker to deal with her.
“Feet together and hands on your head,” he instructed paternally. “That’s right, stand up straight.” Since the girl was wearing a nice blue mini skirt and her legs were bare, John decided to start the proceedings with a few dozen nice firm smacks across the front of her thighs. Not enough to frighten her off mind you, but just enough to make her wince with pain as her legs were turned a beautiful blushing pink.
“You’re one of the girls in 3C, aren’t you?” probed Jonathan, still smacking her legs as she bit her lip to keep from yelping.
“Yes.” She gasped, fighting the urge to run away, but still needing to hop from one foot to the other in a vain attempt to cool the sting.
“Well in that case, this is for making me clean up your drunken mess every day for the last month!” Turning the girl around, Jonathan began smacking the back of her thighs twice as hard as the front. She squealed and whimpered, but still took her medicine like a good little girl.
A few minutes later, John then turned the tearful girl around to face him once again, took her by the hand and pulled her down across his knee, pushed up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. And though she knew what was coming and was desperate to run away, without a word the girl put her hands behind her head, bit her lip and waited for it to begin.
With a casual smile, Jonathan then began spanking her sweet, little bottom, gently at first, but gradually increasing its intensity until she couldn’t help but gasp.
At first John laid the flat of his hand squarely across the centre of her rump, slowly, firmly and resolutely. But picking up the pace he cupped his hand and spanked each cheek in turn so forcefully that she had to cross her ankles to keep herself from kicking like a mule.
Next came the belt, and with long firm and regular strokes, he punished her stinging pink bottom until it was a an angry, blazing red, and no matter how much she tried, the poor girl couldn’t help but wriggle and wail.
Before long, the young woman’s cheeks were as rosy red as her blushing, tearstained face. And so turning her over, John sat her up on his knee and asked if she had learnt her lesson.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’ll never make you clean up my messes again, I promise.” John believed her. And so with one last gentle smack of the thighs, he sent the weeping girl over to stand facing the wall alongside Karen, with her hands on her head, her knickers down and her skirt hitched up around her waist.
“Next,” he called out like a cheerful shopkeeper, and though the slim, sexy brunette tried to look reluctant and shy as she walked up to the settee, John could tell from the glint in her eye that she had been dreaming of something like this for a very long time.
“What’s your name?” He asked paternally as he signalled for her to pull down her knickers and hotpants.
“Carmella,” she smiled, in a soft Italian accent.
John recognised her of course. For four weeks now she had ‘accidentally’ broken the fixtures and fittings in her dorm as often as she could get away with, and stood sheepishly in front of him when he arrived, almost waiting for him to become angry and shout at her.
Bearing that in mind, John wondered whether it would be wise to punish her now, fearing that maybe he might encourage her to do more stupid things in hopes of receiving another spanking. But then he realised that if he gave her what she wanted, it would satisfy her kinks and make his life a great deal easier.
“You’re the clumsy little tart who keeps breaking everything in her dorm aren’t you?” he barked, putting on a proper show for Carmella in hopes of giving her everything she wanted.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered meekly, bowing her head like a naughty schoolgirl, but unable to mask her wicked little smile.
“Get over my knee this instant!” This time there was no warm up. Carmella wanted a furious spanking, so that’s precisely what John gave her.
Cupping his hand as he had done twice before, the caretaker whacked each cheek in turn as quickly as harshly as he could, spanking her rump so fiercely that all of the other girls in the room flinched with sympathy and fright.
“Punish me, sir! I’m such a naughty girl!” wailed Carmella at the top of her lungs, not caring if anyone figured out that she was loving every second of it. “Spank me harder! Make me good!” In less than ten minutes the girl’s lovely olive cheeks were turned a dark, angry purple. Tears were streaming down her beautiful face, and she’d never felt so happy before in her entire life. And then came the leather belt.
For another ten long minutes John belted her rump until she couldn’t help but struggle and then making her stand with her hands on her head, he smacked and belted her thighs until she wanted to go down on her knees and thank the Madonna.
With three girls stood whimpering in the corner with their rosy red cheeks on display, Jonathan could have left it there.
But eager to hammer his point home, the caretaker called for another girl to come forward, and then another, and then another.
He spanked every girl in the dorm room until they were in tears, and in the end, every one of them was stood facing the wall with their knickers around their ankles and their hands on their heads. And having made his point, when Jonathan returned to his room after dawn, he was able to go to bed and sleep well for the first time in weeks.
After that of course, life in the dorm building was very different indeed. Two days after the party, John caught the three girls from Dorm 2B trying to sneak in after eleven o’clock.
As it was, John had had no intention of punishing the girls, but before he could even open his mouth to send them on their way, the girls had each hitched up their skirts, pulled down their knickers, turned around and bent over.
“Please, sir,” asked the first girl in a meek and nervous tone of voice. “Please don’t spank us too hard.” Jonathan was quite taken aback by this, but if that was what they wanted, then that was exactly what they were going to get, and so shrugging his shoulders, he stepped up to the first girl in line and spanked her rump quite hard, but not too hard.
Erotiske noveller skrevet af Teresa Joseph