I came into my apartment to find my girlfriend Ruby playing RuneScape. I walked past her to grab some fresh clothes from the dryer. She didn’t have any work to do today, so she was supposed to do the laundry. I found a big pile of dirty clothes in a basket—she hadn’t done a single load. We agreed that if she fell behind on chores again then she would get a spanking.

I marched over to her and pulled her away from her computer.

“Hey,” she said angrily. “What are you doing? I was in the middle of that.”

I put both hands on her shoulders and looked down at her. She was an adorable little thing—only 5’1” and weighed a mere 120 lbs. She had gorgeous blond hair and a lovely body, kept in great shape from all her running and yoga. She was wearing a beautiful, flowy orange sundress—one that made you want to lay her down and take full advantage of the easy access.

I ignored my first instincts and stayed focused on how disappointed I was in her.

I looked her in the eyes and said, “You’ve been here all day; you should’ve done the laundry already.”

“Oh, the laundry?” she feigned innocence. “I decided to just have a relaxing day today. I baked, did some reading, some gaming.”

“And you couldn’t find one moment to do a quick load of laundry?”

“Ugh, I’ll do it tomorrow,” she whined, rolling her eyes.

“You know how badly we both need a load done, and you’re always pushing it off.”

“Fine. I’ll do it now. Happy?”

“I shouldn’t have to keep insisting you do basic chores. You’re not a child.”

She pushed off my hands and headed to the washing machine.

“I’m going, I’m going.”

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. The tiny girl came flying right back to me.

I spoke sternly. “First of all, I’m not letting you speak to me like that. We need to fix that attitude of yours. You’re acting like a total brat.”

She struggled in my grip.

“Let go of me.”

“So you remember our deal?”

“What deal?

“If you fell behind on chores again then you would get a spanking.”

There was a flash of excitement in her eyes, she had suggested that maybe I should spank her the last time I complained about her not doing chores. It had just been wishful thinking on her part, she had always wanted me to spank her. Her ex-girlfriend used to spank her and she missed it a lot but didn't know how else to bring it up. Now it was finally going to happen, she suppressed her look of excitement and pretended to resist me putting her over my knee.

I dragged her to the couch and pulled her over my knee.

“Hey, what are you doing?” She pretended to try to get off my lap, when I held her down she felt tingles all through her body. She was completely stuck, at least she pretended she was.

“If you’re going to act like a bratty little girl, I’m going to treat you like one,” I said, pinning her across my lap. “You’re getting a spanking.”

“A spanking? You can’t be serious. Let me go,” she said as she made a big show of pretending to fight me off. She knew she had no chance as she wiggled dramatically over my knees, just going back and forth, no serious attempt to escape. She was so excited to finally get the spanking she deserved.

“You better do yourself a favor and stop resisting. Otherwise, you’ll be even more severely punished. I’m going to spank the attitude right out of you. Along with all your laziness.”

I swatted her bum over her sundress. She gasped as my hand hit her bottom. She couldn’t believe I was actually going through with this. After fantasizing about this for so long, she had finally gotten me to spank her. I brought my hand down on her ass over and over.

“Hey, stop that,” she said, feeling the smacks land on her bottom.

After a good few swats on her dress-covered butt, I grabbed the bottom of her dress and started lifting it up.

“Woah, what are you doing?” she exclaimed, reaching back to try to stop me from flipping up her dress. I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to her back as I continued slowly lifting the dress, exposing her lovely muscular legs.

“Everyone knows any real spanking is done on the bare bottom. That’s the only way you’ll learn your lesson.”

I lifted her dress all the way and found a little surprise.

“Ruby, why aren’t you wearing any panties?”

“I ran out two days ago,” she mumbled, blushing with shame.

“You were sitting around the apartment without any panties on, and you still decided not to do any laundry?”

Normally, she was the sexiest thing ever in a sundress with no panties, but I was so mad all I could think about was spanking this naughty, bratty, lazy little girl on her bare bottom. She stayed silent as I tore into her, scolding her for her laziness and the audacity to give me attitude when I confronted her.

“If having nothing to wear doesn’t motivate you to get off your lazy ass and do laundry while you have no work to do, you definitely need a spanking.”

I raised my hand high and brought it down on her perfect, little, pale bottom. Soon enough, I would roast her buns red.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

I brought my hand down hard on her precious little tush as she squirmed over my lap. She let out little yelps and moans as her bottom jiggled from each hit.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

While I started with lighter smacks, I hit her bottom harder and harder as the spanking continued. Soon enough, her beautiful round bum turned pinkish.

“If you make a habit of speaking to me like a little brat, you can expect to find yourself over my knee regularly. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oww, yes, sir.”

I smiled to myself hearing her sound so obedient and submissive. Such a different tone than before. Calling me sir seemed to come naturally as she was spanked—how respectful of her.

“I’m going to spank the laziness right out of you. From now on, if you’re late to do any chore, this bottom of yours goes straight over my knee.”

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

I spanked her gorgeous hiney all over till it was a nice shade of pink. I made sure to hit her upper thighs and gave extra attention to her ‘sit spots.’ She would have trouble gaming sitting on a sore butt. Hopefully, the sting in her bottom would make her think twice before postponing chores.

I stopped spanking her rosy cheeks and started stroking and squeezing them, admiring my work. She lay still, hoping it was over.

“Ruby,” I said, letting go of her, “fetch me your hairbrush.”

Her eyes went wide in shock. Surely I wouldn’t spank her with that? Her bottom already stung from my hand. How could she handle the hairbrush?

“Please, sir,” she said, scrambling to get up as her dress fell back down, covering her sore bottom. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be good. I won’t be lazy, and I promise I’ll work properly.”

“Glad to hear it. Now fetch. I’m going to hammer this lesson in.”

I swatted her backside, and she cried out, hurrying to get her brush. As she picked it up, a shiver ran down her spine. The back of the hairbrush was so hard—it wouldn’t feel like the hand. How would she handle this? She could've just stayed in her room, refused to come back.

Instead, she walked back to me, a look of defeat on her face, dreading this.

“Good girl.” I smiled. “Before I put you over my knee, I want you to take off your sundress.”

She moaned but knew better than to argue. She peeled off her dress and cast it aside, standing before me fully nude. Looks like she was out of clean bras as well. Her lovely body was a sight to behold. I savored her nudity—this felt like a suitable punishment for a neighbor girl too lazy to do laundry.

I took the brush from her and pulled her over my knee. Her naked body lay across me. Her pink bottom was waiting nicely for me to resume the spanking. I stroked my fingers up her back and down to her bottom. She winced when my fingers reached the places I had spanked. I lifted the brush and patted her bottom.

“You ready?”

“No, sir,” she answered honestly.

“Well then, I’ll just wait till you are.” I stroked my fingers across her bottom as I waited for her to build the courage to ask me to spank her. As my fingers explored between her legs, I felt some wetness. Something was turning her on—was it the spanking? The humiliation? The submission? I was hard as a rock; all her squirming and wiggling kept rubbing against me.

She took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready, sir.” Then braced for impact.

I lifted her hairbrush high and brought it down on her beautiful bottom with a satisfying crack. She gasped at how hard it stung. I brought it down again and again, alternating between her two lovely cheeks.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Each hit left a red mark on her gorgeous round booty. The sounds of the brush hitting her bum filled the apartment.

I yelled over the hits, “You deserve this. You were a bad, bad girl.”

After a few hits, she started to tear up.

She cried out, “Yes, I was a bad girl. I’m so sorry, sir.”

Her tears poured down as I whacked her bum over and over, turning it a dark shade of red.

“You were a lazy, rude, inconsiderate brat. You’ll remember this spanking for a long time.”

I kept up the spanking as she let all her tears out. I gave a few final whacks, then stopped and put down the hairbrush.

I rubbed her sore bottom; her cheeks now glowed red. I waited for her to stop crying.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” she said after catching her breath.

“You were very naughty; you deserved this spanking.”

“Yes, sir, I was, I did.”

“You’re now going to stand in the corner and think about what you did—hands on head, nose to wall, bottom out, no rubbing.”

“Yes, sir.”

I let her go, and she went to the corner. I sat and looked over my work as she stuck out her bottom for me. It looked so beautiful—all red and swollen. She started to cry again. I went to the basket of dirty laundry and pulled out a dirty pair of her panties. I came back and told her to open her mouth. She obeyed, and I stuffed the panties in her mouth. I wanted her to stand silently in the corner and focus on what she did wrong. This also felt like a suitable punishment for lazy girls who don’t do their laundry. She stood there, thinking about how much she actually enjoyed her spanking, it was so cathartic to let all her tears out and get to give up control for a while.

After 15 minutes, I took her out of the corner and looked her in the eye.

“You will now go do the laundry. You are not allowed to put on any clothes until it’s done.”

She sniffled, nodded, and went to do the laundry. I told her she was now allowed to take the dirty panties out of her mouth, so she pulled them out, put them in the washing machine, filled it up, and turned it on. I came to her with a wooden chair.

“You will sit down and watch the washing machine and move everything to the dryer the second it’s ready. Understand?”

She nodded, dreading sitting on such a hard chair but knew better than to fight. As her cheeks touched the chair, she winced. She sat and couldn’t stop squirming. It was quite amusing to watch. I told her to sit nicely like a good girl while I took care of my own things. I came back much later to see the clothes washed and dried and her folding them. I watched her red, bare bottom bend over as she took care of the clothes. What a beauty. I checked her out from all angles, enjoying her lovely nude figure. Such nice breasts, a lovely body, and a gorgeous booty. I was sure I’d have to spank her incredible butt again soon. The poor girl could never resist the urge to be naughty too long. Plus, she worked so much harder with a sore butt. Normally, she did things the easy way and was too lazy to fold clothes. I watched her put everything away.

“May I put on something to wear now, sir?” she asked politely.

“Oh, I know I said I would let you, but it’s so late, I’m sending you straight to bed.”

She was going to complain, but the sting in her buttocks reminded her to stay silent. I took her wrist and brought her to bed. I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Good night, sweetie.”

She crawled into bed and lay on her stomach. I turned off the lights and left the room. Normally, this was way too early for bed, but since she acted like a little girl and got spanked like one, she could have the same bedtime as a little girl.