Late Night Spankings: Part 3

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Late Night Spankings:

Part III

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Shhh, people are sleeping,” the man, who was apparently the only voice of reason among the couple next door, said.

Laughing, and making Haley roll her eyes as she rolled over onto her side and waited to die a miserable death, the woman said, “That’s their problem,” officially changing her name in Haley’s mind to the Bitch Next Door, or BND for short.

“It’s two-thirty in the morning,” Zoe mumbled miserably as she rolled over onto her back and groaned.

“I don’t think they care,” Haley pointed out seconds before the couple next door confirmed her suspicions.

A hitch pitched giggle accompanied the sounds of the bed slamming against the wall, the same wall they shared. Realizing that it was going to be a very long night, Haley turned over onto her other side, realized that wasn’t going to be enough, and continued to roll over onto she was laying on her stomach and reached for the remote control.

It was only after she started to frantically press the volume button that the remote didn’t work, she tossed it aside and rolled back onto her other side so that she could grab her phone. Once she had it in hand, she opened her music app, selected a random song, hit play, and maximized the volume only to recite one of Jason’s favorite curses when the phone promptly died seconds later.

Tossing the phone aside, she glanced at Zoe to find her best friend picking up where she left off. When the soothing sounds of Maroon 5 filled the room, she closed her eyes, rolled back onto her side, and thanked God that one of them remembered to charge their phones. When the sounds of a bed squeaking and odd grunting overshadowed Maroon 5, she thought she was going to cry.

“That’s it, big boy! Oh, that’s it! Spank me! Spank me, baby! Oh, harder, big daddy!” BND squealed accompanied by the sounds of…

Was that a pig squeal?

Judging by Zoe’s snort of amusement it definitely was.

“Like that?” her partner in crime asked, and she really should come up with a nickname for him, she decided.

“Harder!”

“Like that?”

“Harder!”

“Oh, would you just spank the bitch so that the rest of us could sleep!” a new voice demanded, making Haley wonder just how thin the walls really were.

“Use the belt, Harold!” BND yelled, clearly uncaring that they had an audience.

“Shut her up, Harold!” the newcomer yelled, making Haley laugh as she curled up into a ball.

Her laughter morphed into horrified amusement when the sounds of pigs squealing joined the party next door. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she tried to go to her happy place and pretend that Harold hadn’t suggested that they break out the lube.

To be continued…

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