Roommate Revenge


by Redhawk <Redhawk267749319@yahoo.com>

This story is based on real characters but the actual events are fiction***

I opened up the apartment door after another long day at work. I was tired, and to be honest, it would not take me long to get really mad if the circumstances were right. I enter the apartment and look around. I shake my head, it's exactly the same as it was when I left for work. This should have surprised me seeing as Brad, my roommate, had promised me he would clean the apartment.

But when it came to Brad, nothing surprised me anymore. He was lazy and irresponsible. Well so what I thought, what's one more day, Brad would hopefully get to it tomorrow.

I make myself some dinner and sit down to watch the game while I eat. Soon I hear loud music blaring in the parking lot. I get up and go over to the window, it was Brad. Announcing his triumphant return. I watched him as he parked his car and got out. I could tell from his body language walking across the parking lot that he was not in a good mood. Another big shock. This guy carried the biggest chip on his shoulder. I headed for the bedroom so that I wasn't in the front when he came through the door.

The next thing I hear is the door slamming open and Brad's booming voice yelling "honey I'm home." Now its at this point I want to make it clear that neither Brad or I are gay. Anyway, I head out and say, "hey Brad. What's up?"

Brad flops down on the couch and says, "well I get a couple days vacation?" He is smiling. "Why?" I ask him. "I mouthed off to the boss and he suspended me without pay."

At this point my blood boils again because it is just another way that Brad is showing he is irresponsible. "Well then that will at least give you time to clean this pit we call our apartment." I say. He shrugs and I say, "You were supposed to clean it today Brad." He shrugs again and I snap. I've absolutely had it.

I storm off to my bedroom and begin pawing through the stuff that is all over my room. I'm no patron saint of cleaning myself but this was MY room. What Brad was supposed to clean up we both had to live in and it was his turn. Finally I find what I'm looking for, my wide leather strap. I lay it on the bed and go back out to the living room. "Brad could you join me back here please?" I say. Brad gets up, by this time he's back to his completely jovial self.

I head back to my room and Brad follows me. I shut the door behind him and go sit on the bed. "Have a seat Brad." There is a desk with a chair in my room and Brad sits down. "Look Brad I'm going to cut right to the chase. I'm sick of your laziness and your attitude. Seeing as you don't change I am going to spank you on your bare buttocks." Brad looked shocked and horrified. He stammered for words but I cut him off. "No arguments. If you do not allow me to strip you naked and spank you then I will kick you out of here."

Brad hemmed and hawed his way through. Or at least he tried. I told him it was one thing or the other. Eventually, because he had no other place to go, and he valued our friendship, he decided to submit to my belt. "Take your clothes off and bend across the bed." I say standing up. I stand there and watch him as he removes his clothes. When he is naked I point to the bed. He bends across it and I pick up the belt. "Stick your buttocks up more." I order.

Brad does and I do some final positioning. I wrap the belt around my hand a couple times and then double over the remaining part and hold the end so it stays that way. I stick my hand in the middle of his back to hold him down and lay the belt across his backside. Lifting the belt I bring it down with a loud THWACK a stripe paints across his ass.

Again and again I bring the strap down on Brad's ever reddening backside. Before long Brad is sobbing and bucking trying to elude the blows but I hold him tighter so he can't. Finally, after his buttocks are completely crimson I stop and let him get up. "Now go stand in that corner." He goes and I leave him there for about fifteen minutes before I let him get dressed. "If you don't shape up Brad, I'll do it again. I swear."

"I know you will." He says.

THE END


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