Monday Morning:
"Hey Missy, you know you are not pulling your weight around the flat, and the rest of us, your flatmates, are getting slightly peeved at having to clean up after you," I said with annoyance.
I am going to invoke Factor Thirteen if you don't do your fair share of the housekeeping duties around here.
"You knew what the rules were when you moved in so there is no excuse for your laziness.
Today is Monday, so take note you have five days to get your act together, and if the cleanliness of the flat has not improved to our minimum standards by the end of the week 'Factor Thirteen' will be invoked. You will then be reprimanded by all your flatmates as a group. Missy, do you understand, and do you accept the consequences if you fail us?"
"Yes, I understand, and I will try to keep the flat cleaner and become a better flatmate," Missy responded back.
Actually, Missy has two options available - one is she could 'throw in the towel' and move out and the other was to pick up her game and get stuck into some serious house cleaning duties, namely scrubbing the toilet bowl, seat and lid.
If she did the bathroom cleaning duties including the shower, walls as well as other cleaning tasks like taking the kitchen trash out to the dumpster and then scrub clean the trash bin, she would not be subjected to 'Factor Thirteen' - The Law and Justice, by all flatmates united.
Our flat has always followed the structure of Factor Thirteen since day one and strictly enforced the penalties when needed.
Now Missy is on notice and has five days to prove herself to us, her flatmates.
Saturday morning:
Missy sat on one side of the kitchen table whilst Brian, Julie, Kate and I (Lex) sat at the ends and along the opposite side of the table to Missy.
To give you an overview - Missy, Julie and Kate were all stunning in so many ways.
Missy was the youngest and unfortunately had the misunderstanding that the world and everyone in it revolved around Missy. For an eighteen-year-old her figure was amazing, her tits were developing and were almost a thirty-two centimetre 'B' cup. Given a few more years her tits will have developed, and she would be every guy's dream, causing many a guy to masturbate frequently as they dreamt of fucking such a young fresh sexy fucking machine.
Julie was the opposite personality and put everyone ahead of herself, and always was prepared to forgive. Julie was three years older than Missy and all her adolescent curves had matured into an amazing body that she kept hidden from view with less revealing clothing. Her breasts were absolutely gorgeous full and firm - closer to a thirty-five centimetre 'B' cup
Kate was quite worldly and did not take fools lightly - many a guy had misread her personality and lost out because of it. Kate was another two years older than Julie and wore clothes that were stunning to the eye, with just enough cleavage to be inviting and enough leg to trap many a horny player. Kate carried her firm boobs proudly as a thirty-five centimetre 'C' cup.
How did I know all these measurements? Well, it was often a discussion in the flat as the girls compared themselves with many of their friends, and between themselves.
Brian was from Madagascar and had a very happy and effervescent personality that enhanced his luck with the ladies, and was well endowed.
Leaving me as the last of the group of five flatmates, with the smallest cock in the house at seven and a half inches. My responsibilities were that I ruled the roost around the flat and kept the peace and tranquillity between all flatmates as best I could.
So, I started our little group meeting of the flatmates by saying, "Missy, I spoke with you last Monday and you knew what you had to do around the flat, as an equal in sharing the duties, especially the extra duties during your roster week which was this week. Is that correct as you understood it?"
"Yes," responded Missy.
"In front of you are the rules of the Flat Mates United, which tells you the punishment, if any is warranted, that you will receive from your flatmates if Factor Thirteen is invoked due to substandard effort in carrying out the household duties during your rostered duty week.
Have you read it, and do you agree to be reprimanded in the manner as described in the rules, if invoked?"
"Yes," responded Missy again.
"Missy, I must tell you that this is your one and only chance to pack up and leave the flat if you are not happy with any and all of us as your flatmates before we discuss and vote to invoke or not to invoke Factor Thirteen this morning."
Kate spoke up and advised Missy that if she was happy in our flatting environment, and chose to stay, we would start the proceedings by tying her hands together with silk ropes and enforce the rules if the rules were to be implemented.
Missy acknowledged with a nod of her head.
"Ok," said Kate, "First you must sign this waiver of rights agreement accepting any and all punishments, if any, should they be enforced. Are you prepared to accept whatever Factor Thirteen rules are enforced?
If you agree you are required to sign the waiver here, and here”.
"Yes, I agree," Missy said as she picked up the pen and signed her name on the agreement in the two spots as indicated by Kate.
Brian picked up the rope and bound Missy's hands together and threaded one end over a hook in the ceiling, leaving enough slack, at this point, to allow Missy to rest her hands on top of the table. After all, as in any court, innocents prevail until there is the final judgement.
"Right," I said, "Let us get started”.
'Missy, for the first three days of this week you started out with lots of energy and did the vacuuming, and washed the kitchen floor along with loading and emptying the dishwasher every day. This was great and we were all impressed with your effort, but then on the fourth day, Thursday, when you should have started in the bathroom you disappeared into your room. Then on the make-or-break day, Friday, you emptied the kitchen trash but returned the trash can dirty, without even putting a tidy rubbish bag in for the waste bin. Then you half-heartedly wiped the toilet seat in the bathroom and failed to clean the grim from around the toilet bowl and base of the shower walls."
With a slight pause, I asked Missy, "Do you accept this review as a fair coverage of the facts?"
"Yes," Missy responded.
"Alright, we all agree there is little point in itemising all the tasks that you did not do, so we will now cast our votes on a decision," I said.
Brian, Julie, Kate, and I had a brief discussion on the efforts of Missy to clean the flat to meet our expectations during the last week, which only required each of us to indicate yes or no to invoking Factor Thirteen.
Julie seemed a little flustered, so I asked her if she was all right. In a soft voice she responded, "Yes, I am just a bit wet in anticipation."
Fuck me, I thought, I did not see that coming!
After I recovered from that little surprise, I decided to ask Julie to voice our decision.
Julie cleared her throat then stood up and said to Missy, 'Missy, we are invoking Factor Thirteen punishments to you, our flatmate, in the hope that from this experience you will make more of an effort in the future and become a flatmate who we are proud to say lives with us, Now please stand and Brian will pull on the rope through the hook in the ceiling to raise your arms above your head. You will stay this way until we want you to move onto or around the table, or floor."
She continued, "Now Kate is going to take your shoes off before she unzips the waistband of your skirt and drops your skirt and your knickers to your ankles. You can kick them free if you want. Brian is going to remove your T-shirt and bra and drag them over your head and tape them up around your wrists out of the way”.
"Now as stated in the Factor Thirteen rules each of your flatmates is to administer seven slaps each - one for every day of the week - to your body anywhere above your knees and below your neck".
"After all your flatmates have smacked, paddled or whipped your naked tits, thighs, stomach and arse they will then individually use your body to achieve their own climax or release. You will do whatever they instruct you to do to ensure that they all are satisfied that you have learnt your lesson. If you object to any instruction or demand by any of your flat-mates, they can tie you up naked for twenty-four hours and use your body as they choose to".
