Laundry is an Important Chore

Laundry is an Important Chore

Fictional Story by Jack and Lisa

(M/F Bare, hand, brush, spanking, domestic discipline, Consent)

It is very important to get context between (Jack and Emma) and (Tom and Lisa) so make sure you read “Our New Neighbors" first. 

I always intend to get the laundry started early—especially when Tom is traveling. He trusts me with the house, and I try so hard to show him I can keep everything running smoothly while he’s gone. But history isn’t exactly on my side. If I don’t jump on laundry first thing in the morning, it somehow ends up pushed into the evening… and with my 4:45 a.m. wake-up, that is never a good idea.

This morning I told myself—out loud, even—that I would start the first load right after breakfast. Our Samsung washer and dryer make it ridiculously easy. They send us notifications on our phones: “Wash cycle starting,” “Dryer cycle complete,” all of it. Tom loves that feature a little too much, because it means he can quietly keep an eye on things from anywhere in the world.

But instead of starting laundry, I wandered around the house, tidying here and there, half-answering emails, then scrolling on my phone longer than I meant to. I made another cup of coffee. I folded a blanket I had folded yesterday. Mostly, I procrastinated—classic me.

Before I knew it, the sun had arced across the living room floor and landed on a new spot. When I finally glanced at the time, it was already 1 p.m. My heart did a little flip. I knew exactly what Tom would be thinking when he opened the app and saw no activity on the washer.

Sure enough, my phone buzzed.

Tom:

Love, did the Wi-Fi go out? The washer isn’t showing anything.

That was Tom’s polite way of giving me a chance to confess before assuming the obvious. A knot formed in my stomach. I typed out a reply twice and deleted it twice.

Before I could answer, another message came in.

Tom:

I’m asking Jack to pop over and check. Just to make sure everything’s working.

I closed my eyes. Jack. Our next-door neighbor. Steady, calm, and absolutely someone Tom trusted to step in when he couldn’t. The two of them shared that old-fashioned sense of responsibility for our families. I respected it—most of the time. Right now, though, I wished desperately that Samsung had never invented a smart washer.

A few minutes later, I heard the gate click and then the knock on the back door.

“Lisa?” Jack called gently. “You home?”

I swallowed hard and opened the door. He took one look at my face and didn’t even need to ask.

“So,” he said, glancing over my shoulder toward the silent laundry room, “I’m guessing the washer isn’t broken.”

“No,” I admitted quietly. “It’s… it’s me. I just didn’t start.”

He nodded, not unkindly, just in that way that said he already knew. “Tom was worried the connection was the issue. But he also said that if it wasn’t…” He paused in that deliberate way of his. “Then I was to give you a little reminder about staying on top of things.”

My cheeks burned. “I know,” I whispered. “I deserve it.”

“Let’s take care of it,” he said gently. “Then you’ll start the laundry and stay on track the rest of the day.”

Jack says, “You know what I’m going to do Lisa lose those jeans and shoes”

Crying I slip off my shoes and unbutton my jeans. I slide my jeans over my bottom and push them down past my knees then step out of them, fold them and put them on the couch. Now standing there in my shirt and panties

He says, “Panties too Lisa down and off” as he starts to remove his belt, “and then over the back of couch for you” My eyes get huge as I see the belt slide off your belt loops and then I see you unbutton your sleeves and roll them up. 

I naturally put my hands on my head and my T-shirt rides up so that you can see my midriff, tummy between the top of my panties and the bottom of the shirt. “Oh please not the panties too sir please just spank me over the panties.” I plead. 

Jack says, “Lisa you know better! Panties down and off now! You know spankings are always bare, you don’t want me to take them down! You’ll really be quite sorry if I do.”

Crying, I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide them over my butt. They fall to my ankles and I step out with one foot and then fling them onto the couch with my other foot. With a little bit of attitude.

“Well I can see that attitude missy” Jack sets his belt on the back of the couch. Jack walks over and picks me up like I weigh nothing. He takes me and lays me over his arm. I am draped over his arm, bent with my legs hanging. Feeling very helpless. He starts to spank the back of my legs. I am crying and screaming over his arm as he spanks..

“How does that feel Lisa? I’ve little tolerance for attitude. When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it, this will help you remember” I am crying and embarrassed that I am over his arm. 

He finishes my leg spanking and points to the back of the couch, “Over the back now Lisa” Crying I am running and rubbing my bare bottom to the back of the couch. I bend over the back of the couch and my feet lift off the ground. I feel my shirt riding up to just under my breast. And halfway up my back. Feeling very self-conscious because I wasn’t wearing a bra.

Jack picks up the belt, folds it and snaps it, which makes me jump. He places his hand on the small of my back and feeling helpless and I whimper a little. But as he.starts to spank my bottom I start screaming and kicking as the belt just lays into my right cheek. 

After 12 strokes with the belt he stops and I am blubbering as I know my bottom must look tore up.He moves around to my right side and apply another 12 strokes across my bottom making sure my left cheek is just as well punished

Screaming and blubbering. I am howling because I can't do anything about it but endure the belt landing on my bottom. Feeling embarrassed too that I have to be treated like a little girl and acted like a little girl when confronted about a chore. Blubbing with my bare bottom exposed to Jack, my very nice neighbor even though he isn't that nice right now. 

He takes a step back and looks at his work of art on my bottom which is nicely marked he sets the belt down and tells me to stay still

Blubbering I just lay with my legs dangling down. I can feel the heat in my legs or you spanked me. And the extreme pain in my bottom from the belt

All of a sudden he is hand spanking my upper thighs, six spanks on the same spot for each side. I squeal and howl because I thought he was done and all the sudden the pain in my upper thighs as I try to kick slightly. And I'm sure there isn't much you can't see from back there and me bent over the back of the couch. Which makes my cheeks blush

All my womanly charms are on display while I kick and cry. But that's not his focus. Just my bottom and the punishment that comes with me not completing my chores like I should have.

Plus I can hear my Tom's voice in my ears saying, " embarrassment is part of the punishment "

Jack steadies me and tells me, “It’s over. Shhhhhh” as he rubs my back. My legs go limp and I'm just blubbering over the back of the couch. Feeling ashamed

He helps me up and guides me by the upper arm to the corner. “Hands on your head Lisa.” he orders and my hands move to my head which lifts my shirt. My mind thinks about my sore bottom and the choices I've made.

“You know you should have gotten that laundry done, it's on the schedule for a reason.” Jack says. I blubber, " I'm sorry sir ". He continues, “When you don’t do as you're told you know you get punished. I bet you're sorry now Missy behaves like a little girl and gets spanked like a little girl.” I feel shame as he lectures me and I say " I'm sorry sir" over and over again

I spent a few more minutes in the corner to compose myself and then Jack said, “You are going to get right to that laundry aren’t you?” “Yes sir, I'm going to do the laundry right now. I'm going to do it properly and fold it and put it away before I go to bed tonight. Crying

“Good Lisa , that’s what Tom would expect.”. Sniffles yes sir. I hear your camera phone go off as Jack takes some pictures to send to Tom. Jack sends the picture and Tom replies his approval and thanks for taking care of business . Jack calls me out of the corner and I turn towards him with no modesty. And my hands are still on my head.

Jack says, “I’m sorry I had to discipline you Lisa but rules are rules and it’s what Tom and I agree is best for you and Emma when we’re always on business”

At the end of it all it wasn't harsh, and it wasn’t angry—just a firm correction, exactly how Tom would have handled it. Even so, the sting of embarrassment and the warm, chastened ache afterward had me blinking back frustrated tears. Not from pain but now from knowing I’d disappointed Tom again in the exact way he’d predicted.

When Jack left, I immediately loaded the washer and pressed start. A moment later, my phone chirped:

Washer cycle started.

Right behind that came a message from Tom.

Tom:

Thank you, love. I know you don’t like being called out, but you needed the push. I expect you to be in bed by ten tonight. No staying up late to finish laundry.

I took a breath, steadied myself, and wrote back:

I know. I’m sorry. It’s all going now. And I’ll be in bed on time, I promise.

The washer hummed from the next room, and for the first time all day, I felt settled. Corrected. Back on track.

And very, very determined to do better next week.