Laundry

Jessica lived in a small basement apartment in the outskirts of Philadelphia. Though the apartment was small and quite modest, she enjoyed the building. Most of the building's residents were middle-aged, and they typically kept to themselves. Although she occasionally missed being around people her own age, Jess loved the peace and solitude that her building provided her -- no one blasted music late into the night, her neighbors left her alone, and she had never even seen anyone in the hallways after 8 PM. Immediately across the hallway was the building's laundry room, which worked out well for the girl.

Today was laundry day, though Jess had been putting it off. She had been working on a very important project for work that would be due Monday morning, and she had fallen behind. This weekend was supposed to be catch-up time for her, and she had been working on her project non-stop since arriving home. It was now almost midnight, and she just didn't feel she could spare the hour or so it would take to sit and wait for her laundry to be done.

Normally, Jessica would sit and wait for her laundry to finish. Right now, though, that just seemed silly -- no one in her building was likely to even want to steal her clothing, and the odds of someone even coming into the laundry room at this hour were monumentally small. She decided that just this one time, she'd load up the machines and go back to her apartment across the hall. After all, she could always check up on it if she heard someone coming down the hall, and she really needed to get some work done.

Jess quickly hit alt-f-s on her computer to save her work, and grabbed her laundry basket, 5 quarters for the machine, and her detergent jug. She made her way across the hall to find the laundry room deserted, as expected. Choosing the machine at the far right side of the room, she dumped her basket in, and had an idea.

15 seconds. That was about how long it would take her to get back into her apartment safely after pressing the start button on the machine. Hardly any time at all. Her basket hadn't quite filled the machine, and it seemed silly not to wash all of her clothes, including what she was wearing now. Additionally, the idea of being naked in public played into some of the exhibitionist fantasies that Jessica had.

Reminding herself that no one was awake at this hour anyway, Jessica poked her head out into the hallway to make sure no one was coming, closed the heavy wooden door to the laundry room, and dumped the contents of her pockets into her now empty laundry basket. She stripped down to her panties, and in a moment of fear decided to grab a barely-dirty towel out of the machine and wrap it around herself; just to be safe. After pouring in the detergent and starting up the machine she walked back to the door, pleased with her courage.

Meer feet away from the door, Jessica panicked as she saw the knob twist and the door swing open, revealing a man in his early thirties. She let out a quiet, involuntary yelp and dropped her basket as her mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation and come up with an exit strategy. Quickly scanning the room, she came to the realization that there was no way out but the door that the stranger was standing in.

"I do apologize, miss. I didn't mean to startle you" he said calmly with a chuckle.

"It's okay" Jessica nervously replied. She had come to the conclusion that there was really no easy way out of it, but that it probably wasn't that big a deal. She'd pick up her basket, leave, and hide out in her apartment until the man had gone; and then she'd try to pretend that none of this had ever happened.

As Jessica picked up her laundry basket, she was horrified to see the stranger enter the room, close the door behind him, and lean up against it. Realizing that her only way out was blocked, she silently screamed in her mind; but forced herself to calm down. She reminded herself that nothing horrible had happened yet, and it was unlikely that anything horrible would happen. This was just an awkward, embarrassing situation, and it would be over soon enough. He probably just didn't realize that he was blocking the door, and it never helps to panic.

"You're that girl who lives alone in 1B, aren't you?" he inquired.

"Err, yeah, that's me" Jess sputtered out, hoping that after a little small talk he'd move out of her way.

He laughed a little. "I'm sorry, I just realized how intimidating a question that could have been. I did, after all, just tell you that I know where you live, and that I know that you are all alone. I can only imagine how threatening that might seem to you."

"It's okay" she replied sheepishly. It wasn't, of course. She hadn't thought of the implications of his question at first, but was now beginning to get genuinely afraid.

"You know, I've seen you around here" he said, while leaning back against the door. "I'm sure you've seen me too. Well, not really sure, as I don't think you've ever so much as acknowledged my existence, but it seems pretty unlikely that you've never seen me."

"I'm sorry?" she offered. She knew he was right, she had seen him around but had never spoken to him. She hadn't done so to be rude, but Jessica was a very shy girl, and it really just hadn't occurred to her.

"Now, some guys, they'd probably get offended by that" he continued on. "They'd probably think that you're just some stuck-up cunt who thinks she's too good to lower herself to speak to someone like me. But I don't think that's it. I bet that you're just nervous; after all, it can be scary to live alone. I lived alone when I was your age, you know. I remember how it was."

"Look, I really am sorry" she spat out, hoping that was what he needed to hear in order to get out of her way. Unfortunately, he showed no signs of moving. In fact, he didn't show any visible reaction to her apology at all.

"Yeah, when I was your age... Would have been really nice if I had someone a little older to help me out a bit, guide me through some stuff" he pondered aloud. "I think I could do that for you. Give you some pointers, keep you out of trouble. Make sure you don't do anything stupid, you know? For example, you're in public area right now, and you're wearing nothing but a towel. What's up with that?"

"Erm, well, I'm doing my laundry, and I kinda thought no one would come down here. So I kinda thought I could wash the clothes I was wearing too?" she explained nervously, hoping that some brief cooperation would lead to him moving out of her way.

He shot her a condescending smile, looking down at the poor girl. "Well, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about right here. You're young, and probably don't realize it, but towels need to be washed too. See, I'm looking out for you. Don't want your towels to be all gross. The good news though is that you just started the machine, so it's not too late. Let's throw that towel in there."

Jessica's mind was about to explode. "Of course I realize you have to wash towels!" she wanted to scream at him, but she didn't have the courage to. "I can't" was all she could muster up.

"And why is that, 1B?" he asked, seemingly oblivious to her state of distress.

"I just can't!" she spat out, nearly crying. She had meant to sound empowered and strong, but had failed miserably. Instead, she just sounded like what she was: a frightened little girl in a dangerous place.

"Now, 1B, this isn't going to work if you don't cooperate" he chortled out with a cocky tone. "When I ask you why you can't do something, you need to give me an honest answer. All you did was restate that you can't, and that really just doesn't tell me anything at all. I'm trying to help you out here, you know? Believe me, 1B, you want me in helping mode here. You don't want me to be disappointed with you, and you certainly don't want me getting frustrated and angry."

"Okay, look, I'm sorry" she offered, nearly in tears. "I'm not wearing anything underneath the towel, so I can't wash it now. Okay?"

"Well gee, thanks 1B" he answered, his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. "I sure couldn't have figured that one out on my own, and I'm glad you warned me, as seeing a naked girl would just be ever so terrible. But hey, you know what, 1B? I think I'll manage. Believe it or not, I actually have some idea what a naked woman looks like -- in fact, I've actually seen naked women before! Mind-blowing, huh? So yeah, great news, I'm willing to tolerate your nudity. Now, let's get that towel in there."

Jessica looked the older man straight in the eye, and summoned up all the strength that she could. Trying her best to sound defiant, she almost shouted at him: "No."

Clearly unimpressed with her attempt at defiance, he shot her another condescending grin, took a step forward, and slapped her hard across the face with an open hand. Jessica fell to the ground, mind in full-on panic mode. Her face hurt, but that was the least of her problems. She was terrified, now unable to tell herself that everything was going to be okay. To make matters worse, her body was rebelling against her mind -- always a bit of a masochist, Jessica was turned on by pain; even in situations that were completely non-sexual.

Calmly, he knelt down beside her to help her up. "You know, 1B, I didn't enjoy that" he said, sounding tremendously patronizing. "You should never hit a girl, really. It's just not right. But the thing is, you didn't really give me options, you know? I'm willing to make some sacrifices here, like I said, I'm even willing to see you naked. That's okay. But asking me to tolerate back-talk is just too much. I hope you realize that what you did was wrong, I really do. But don't be too hard on yourself. Sure, you disappointed me, but I forgive you, as I'm certain that you'll try harder in the future."

Once on her feet, his left hand quickly moved to the back of her head. He ran his fingers up through her hair, and then gripped down. Though not hard enough to hurt in any serious way, it was clear to Jessica that he was in complete control. He walked her over to the washing machine, and jerked back, just a little, on her hair; as if it was a leash and he was merely giving the stop signal. "Please don't make me tell you about the towel again" he warned her.

Jessica was in emotional overload. She was terrified for her safety, which seemed less and less safe with every passing moment. Her face still hurt from the slap. She felt more powerless than ever before in her life. Completely against her will, though, she was deeply turned on. The pain, the degradation, the complete control that this strange man had over her; all played into fetishes that Jessica had always kept secret. Though she did not want to be aroused, she couldn't help herself.

She removed the towel, and quickly covered her bare breasts with her right arm, hoping desperately to retain some dignity. After placing the towel in the machine and closing the lid, she looked to him sheepishly, hoping that having obeyed his order he would now let her go.

"See, now that's a good girl!" he said, while patting her on her head as if she were a dog. "Now, it's going to be a while before that machine is done, so let's have a seat and get to know one another."

Unceremoniously, he led her towards the couch by her hair. A few feet away from the couch, he tugged, giving her another stop command. Confused, she looked up at him.

"Now see, we have another problem" he explained. "You told me that you were naked under there, what the fuck is this?" he demanded, gesturing at the frightened girl's panties. He raised his free hand up again, as if to strike her.

"I'm sorry!" Jessica blurted out, bracing herself for the impact. "I didn't know and I mean I knew but I didn't think I had to tell you" she babbled on, tears now visibly streaming down her face as the emotional overload took its toll.

He didn't strike her, though. Instead, he pulled her in, and again, gently patted her head. "There, there" he comforted her. "You made a mistake, and that's okay. Again, I'm a little disappointed, but I forgive you. We can fix this, anyway. You told me you were naked under there, and that was a lie, but we can make it true. Lose the panties."

Terrified and in tears, Jessica blindly obeyed; sliding the panties off and hoping that he wouldn't notice the obvious wet spot in the crotch. He immediately kicked them aside, as she attempted to cover her crotch with her left hand while covering her breasts with her right. Satisfied that the panties were off, he roughly shoved her towards the couch, and instructed her to sit.

Jessica sat down and immediately crossed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to cover her nudity. Calmly, he sat down beside her, seemingly oblivious to the obvious terror the girl was experiencing.

"So, 1B. Tell me about yourself" he instructed. His voice was almost excessively calm, giving no hints that this was anything more than just two neighbors getting acquainted.

"I, uhm, I, I don't know" she stammered. The seemingly simple question proved impossible for her in her current state. He may as well have asked her to recite the Declaration of Independance. In Sumerian. Backwards.

"Aww, poor girl" he laughed out, condescendingly. "It's not that tough a question, but I guess some people have difficulty talking about themselves. I'll tell you what, how about instead, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer me honestly?"

"I guess that's okay" she timidly consented.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed, sounding almost impressed with her obedience. "Let's see. Oh, I know! When you removed your towel, I couldn't but catch a glance of your bare tits. They're not bad, by the way. Little on the small side, but that's okay. Anyway, it looked like there was something metal on your nipples, but I couldn't really tell. What's up with that?"

"My nipple rings?" she responded, mortified. She had pierced them over two years ago, briefly after her 18th birthday. At the time, it felt to her like she was being brave, making an adult decision and claiming her sexuality as her own. Now, she felt only shame over the decision.

"Is that so?" he asked, feigning surprise. "Let me see." Without giving her time to respond, he grabbed her forearms and effortlessly pulled them to the sides, exposing the terrified girl's breasts. She struggled briefly as he quietly giggled, clearly amused by her failed attempt to resist. After a few seconds of struggling, she gave up. He released her arms, but shot her a look of warning; making it very clear to her that she was to keep her arms at her side.

"You know, 1B, it's funny" he mused. "When I was younger, it seemed like good girls could have their ears pierced, or they could leave them unpierced. Rebellious girls might get their nose pierced, but that was about it. Only one type of girl would actually pierce her nipples, though. Do you know what type of girl that was?"

Jessica couldn't answer. Her mind was overrun by the burning desire to cover her breasts again, combined with the overwhelming fear of what he'd do to her if she did. She attempted to say something, anything at all, but all that came out was gibberish.

While Jessica tried to answer, the man unceremoniously touched her left nipple ring, sending involuntary chills down Jessica's spine. He toyed with it for a second, then crudely groped her entire breast in his hand, squeezing.

"I guess not" he said, sounding disappointed at her inability to answer. "I'll tell you though. The only type of girl who would get her nipples pierced was a slut. See, when a girl puts jewelry on her ears, she just wants to look pretty. When she puts jewelry in her nose, she just wants to get attention. But when a girl puts jewelry on her tits, well, she's basically announcing to the world that that is what she's for. Having her tits stared at. Getting fucked. Now, I can see that you're uncomfortable hearing this, but it's okay. The world needs sluts. The world needs women it can just use; grab their tits, fuck their holes, dump some cum and leave. We can't use normal girls like that, as they deserve respect. And that's where your kind comes into the picture. So you see, I'm not mad at you. I'm not even disappointed."

His implication that she was just a common slut was just too much. Unable to restrain herself, Jessica pushed his hand away and again covered her exposed breasts with her arms, hunched forward, and began to sob tears of shame.

"I didn't say you could cover your tits, 1B" he calmly stated. "Sit back up, put your arms at your side. Now."

"I can't!" she protested. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry but I just can't do it!"

"Poor girl" he comforted her, sounding as if he were talking to a child. He stroked her hair gently for a moment, and then grabbed her by the hair violently and pulled her across his lap, face down. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her wrists, pinning them down against her back with a single hand.

Though still calm, his voice was filled with disappointment. "Unfortunately, I think that you just told another lie when you said that you couldn't. I know that I let you off with a warning the last time you lied, but this time, I don't think that I can. Even sluts need to be honest, you know. I won't enjoy this, but we need you to understand that it's never okay to lie."

"So, here's the deal" he explained. "I'm going to spank you. Not gently, either, because it's very important that you learn this lesson. After each spanking, I expect you to tell me that you know it's not okay to lie. Once I feel that you really understand that, I'll release you, and you can sit back up. Arms at your side, back straight up, of course. Do you understand?"

"Oh god, please no!" she cried. She struggled, but he was just too strong. Laughing at her resistance, he raised his hand up and brought it down hard on her naked ass, resulting in an extremely audible "whack".

He wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't be gentle. Jessica was shocked at how hard he had hit her, much harder than he had slapped her face. Even so, the pain of the spanking wasn't nearly as bad as the humiliation she felt; lying naked on a strange man's lap, being disciplined as if she were no more than a disobedient child.

"Well, 1B?" he inquired impatiently.

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she blurted out, terrified and in tears.

"Nah, I just don't buy it" he stated, as if nothing was abnormal about the situation they were in at all. "I mean, if you were really sorry, I don't think I'd have needed to prompt you for an answer." Raising up his free hand he spanked her again, just as hard as the first time.

"I'm sorry I know I shouldn't lie!" she forced out immediately, hoping that a prompt reply would save her from additional punishment.

"Better, but still missing something" he answered, sounding almost bored. He spanked her again, this time even harder.

"Oh god please stop I'm so sorry I lied I'll never lie again I swear to god!" she cried. The pain was now significant; she could feel the blood rushing to where she had been struck and knew that there would be a bruise.

"Much better, 1B" he laughed. "See, even the stupidest slut can learn, when properly motivated. I now believe that you understand that what you did was wrong, but I just need to do one little thing to make sure that you don't forget." While laughing, he spanked her rapidly for what felt like eternity.

As soon as she felt that she could no longer take it, he released her without saying anything. Timidly, she crawled up off his lap and took a seat, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her ass and sit up straight.

"You know, 1B," he calmly explained, "it really looks like you're tempted to cover those little slut tits of yours again. Let's make this a little easier for you to resist, I want you reach behind your back and grab your wrists."