Out Of A Sound Sleep by Lizbeth Dusseau, M/f Spanking

When Elise's bedroom antics awaken her neighbor in the middle of the night he decides to take matters into his own hands.

From “Little Lost Brat”, short story appearing in A Midsummer’s Nightmare and Other Stories

Copyrighted © 1997 by Lizbeth Dusseau, all rights reserved

Elise’s compact body, with its dangling breasts and generous rear end, wiggled into a new lover’s cock. Naked, the moonlight shining through the window of the bedroom made her skin look pale and ghostly—though it was flushed with heat. Her long brown hair trailed down her back almost touching the man’s thighs when her head fell back. And her heavy lids drooped languidly over her green eyes so it was impossible to see what had lured him in the bar.

“Ooo, you’re very good,” she purred, as her groin ground into this dark man’s body. He was Polynesian, she thought, and very sexy. His eyes were filled with lust—he was about to cum. Elise, feeling the raucous moment of his completion about to explode in her, jerked and screamed, “Yes, baby yesssss.”

The bed springs squeaked like the dang thing was going to fall apart. But neither of them was listening to the sound—though her next door neighbor, with his bed on the same wall, could hear it all. The two one-night lovers laughed. The booze careening into their voices made their banter ridiculous and nonsensical. But they were having a great time—even as Elises’s third lover of the week was falling from the bed, grasping for his clothes and laughing. Elise giggled, still sprawled naked on the turmoil of sheets.

“You know you can stay the night?” she said.

“And wake up sober in the morning looking at each other like strangers?” he managed to say in a garbled voice. “Hey, we like each other now …”

“Please …” she whined a little, thinking that he really didn’t have a bad face at all, and his hair was clean—not like the last one—and he smelled of peppermint. Just before he picked her up in the bar, he must have put a breath mint in his mouth to mask the smell of stale smoke, though the smoky aroma had already settled into his pores. She wanted him to stay because she was lonely, but he had other plans. Getting out of bed to show him to the door, they practically fell over each other, Elise shrieking loudly as she slipped on the slick hall floor.

“You okay?” he managed that much concern.

“Oh, yeah sure,” she told him, letting his weak grasping hand pick her up. She fell against him and he pushed her back, gently.

“Really,” burp, “gotta go, uh Lisa,” he bumbled his good-bye.

“Sure, I’ll see you again?” she mumbled, as she leaned back against the cool wall that was a startling contrast to her sex-flushed skin.

“Yeah sure,” he said smiling as he stumbled out the door.

She left it open for a moment, too nauseous to bother closing it. It was three a.m., at least it was the last time she went past the clock. But was that an hour ago when she brought the nameless lothario home to screw? Or was it just as he was leaving? She finally had the sense to realize the door was still open and she gave it a gentle shove only to have someone shove back.

“What’s goin’ on….” she blubbered.

“Miss Jones?”

“Hey, I’m naked, can’t you see?” She pulled a poncho off the hall rack and tried to cover herself. She did a reasonable job hiding her breasts and cunt, but it didn’t take much for her visitor to see her naked ass—a lovely round one with two very delectable fleshy cheeks.

“Miss Jones!” the man made her turn back to him as she was about to walk away from him.

“What are you doing here?” she purred at him dazed, looking up at the tall thin man with the thin mustache and the dark wavy hair. He had jet black hair, eyes that were black—hawk-like the way they stared at her—a ruddy reddish complexion and high cheek bones that made for a handsome if not a bit intimidating face.

“It’s the middle of the night …” he started again, only to see that the woman was not hearing a thing.

“Then, it’s time to sleep…” she said drifting off as her mellow drunk body slipped out from his fingers. “You want to join me?”

“Miss Jones,” he raised his voice a little more stern. The feel of it climbed inside enough to shake her from her stupor. She suddenly whipped around. “I should just spank you right now!” he declared.

“Oh, is that some new kinky thing? What do I do, lie across your lap?”

“You’re drunk and you belong in bed.” Seeing that the young woman was about to fall to her knees, he caught her with his hand and pulled her with him to her bedroom. Pulling the poncho away from her dazzling body, he dropped her amid the sheets and managed to cover her as she fell back to sleep.

“We’ll talk in the morning, Miss Jones,” he said, but he supposed that she hadn’t even heard him.

By the time Elise Jones pulled herself from bed the next day it was almost noon. She wouldn’t have gotten up even then except that someone was pounding on her door. Twice whoever it was knocked and she ignored it, but the third time she reluctantly pulled herself from bed, grabbed her bathrobe and made her way to the door. A sudden twinge of nausea swept her body as she opened it.

“Miss Jones?” the man on the other side of the door addressed her.

“Yes?” She thought she recognized him.

“Sam Fox.”

She didn’t know whether to hold out her hand for him to shake, his demeanor was strangely ‘official’ for Saturday at noon.

“I suppose I should know you?”

He smirked briefly. “Yes, you should, except that you were a little drunk last night.”

“Last night?” She rifled through her memory trying to recall his face, the memory painfully vague. “You were here?” He didn’t look at all like the face of the man she had sex with.

“I’m your next door neighbor.”

“Ah, I see. Perhaps you should tell me ….” she said. He was pleasant enough, even though he was a little formal. “A cup of coffee?” She stepped away from the door.

He considered the offer a moment and then replied, “Yes, I suppose we can do that.”

Elise hustled into the kitchen, immediately grabbing for the saltines to nibble on while she put a pot of coffee on to brew. Just the smell of the potent liquid and the nausea renewed itself. She was afraid of getting through any reasonable conversation without having to excuse herself to the bathroom. It was a mistake to be so hospitable. But… another cracker and she was able to stomach a timid walk to the dining room where Sam Fox sat waiting for his coffee.

“None for you?”

“Not yet,” she smiled just a bit chagrined.

He was a man of few words, at least on this morning.

“I’ll get right to the point,” he said, as he recognized the hangover that was making her pale and queasy. “Between you and your boyfriends and your drunken parties, you’re causing me to lose sleep.”

“I am?”

“I’m sorry if this is blunt. But your bedroom antics and drunken orgies are enough to wake a dying man. It’s bad any time of day—and you don’t seem to care what time of day it is—but at three in morning when most of the sane world is sleeping, it’s a whole other thing. I’ll say this only once, because I don’t want to belabor the point, but if you wake me one more time, I’ll come over here, drag you from bed and paddle your drunken-slut behind until it’s red as a beet.”

“You’ll what!” She shrunk away from the man.

“I mean it.”

“Good lord, who do you think you are?” she managed to be indignant even when her stomach was getting worse.

“It was three nights last week, two the week before, and before that, let me see, I think probably five. You really had a banner event, must have been a marathon!”

“I’m not a whore, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I believe that. But you know you’d give someone cause to wonder. What you do with your sex life is none of my business—and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear my feelings about it. But what is my business is my peace of mind and my ability to get a night’s rest.” He sounded incensed, and feeling the awkwardness of the confrontation become a little too prickly for being civil, he started to rise. “You’re compromising my sleep much too often, Miss Jones. I would have said something to the manager, but I hoped we could handle this between us.” He started to move to the door.

“But you think you’re going to spank me?” The idea made her body jolt strangely and it wasn’t from nausea.

“You know I will,” he said quite sure of himself. “And then I’ll talk to the manager.”

“As if spanking isn’t sexual harassment!” she retorted.

“I don’t care if it is,” he replied.

He was at her hallway, his coffee cup still in his hand. Realizing he was walking away with it he took the last gulp and handed it back to Elise.

“Mr. Fox? Sam?” She stopped him from leaving.

“You say you were here last night?”

“Yes, I was.”

“And what happened? I’m afraid I forgot.”

He gazed at her with his lips pursed. There was a subtle air of judgment in his manner. “I waited for your boyfriend to leave, then came over to talk. I figured since you’d kept me awake and were awake yourself, it would be a good time.”

“But it wasn’t?”

“No. You were naked, half asleep, leaning against the wall here in the hallway with the door wide open. You managed to cover half of yourself with your poncho when I appeared. But when it was obvious that you were too drunk to talk, I put you to bed.”

“I was naked when I woke up,” she mused.

“And you were naked when I tucked you in.”

“I see.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t take advantage of you. I’m a medical doctor. I see naked woman all the time.”

That comment hardly took her embarrassment away, but she had nothing more to say. Even “I’m sorry,” didn’t work its way to her lips. Sam Fox left her apartment apparently satisfied that he’d completed his mission.

***

A week later—a week after being shamed into ‘behaving herself,’—there were more wild sounds of sexual activity coming from Elise Jones apartment. It was two a.m..

“No, no, no pleaseeee,” Sam heard a desperate sounding woman on the other side of his bedroom wall. What a lovely week it had been, not one disturbance in his sleep. But to be jolted awake by the sound of a woman who was scared to death, more than in the middle of sexual ecstasy, he was alarmed. Leaping from bed, Sam made his way to Elise’s apartment in seconds, not surprised to find her door unlocked.

In the bedroom, his brown-haired neighbor was trapped on her bed, one man pressing an erection to her lips as he held her hands above her. A second man was licking out her cunt. She thrashed delirious, and whenever she managed to spit out the dick in her mouth, she shouted at the men to stop.

“Get the hell out of here!” Sam barked from doorway. His voice descending out-of-the-blue shocked the trio. To his satisfaction and amazement he sent a scrawny kid of nineteen flying for his clothes, the second, a brawny young buck, moseying away with a cat-that-ate-the-canary expression on his face. “She said her old man wouldn’t be home,” he explained himself. “Sorry …. but hey, I warmed the pussy up right nice for you.”

It would have been a good moment to lay a right cross on the cocky man’s jaw, but then these two cretins were not his business.

“Get out of here,” he repeated himself, letting the two men assume that he had every right to be pissed and belligerent.

When the men were gone, Sam looked down on the woozy young woman. “Get out of bed,” he ordered her. She’d lain back the whole time looking like a sultry waif having been caught being naughty.

“Thanks,” she said. “Those guys were getting rough. I told them to be quiet.”

“I’m afraid they didn’t do a very good job and neither did you. Get up!”

She eyed him sweetly, looking as tired as she truly was. “If it’s all the same to you, I thought maybe it’s time to sleep.”

“Maybe, after I’m done with you,” he snapped. Deciding that she didn’t have much will of her own, he yanked her by the hand from the bed, grabbed something from her dresser and made his way with her into the dining room.

She’d worn a skin-tight green dress and nothing else, and now the lycra garment was bunched around her waist, which suited Sam just fine. Knowing she had no idea what was happening, he woke her quickly to the facts. Sitting on one of her dining room chairs, he flung her over his thighs and began swatting her naked behind with the back of the hairbrush he’d snatched from her dresser.

“Ouch! Goddammit!” she barked, when the first smack hit.

“Hush!” he ordered. “Not one word.”

She wriggled and thrashed about to no avail, crying “What are you doing!” while he completely ignored her complaint.

“I said ‘hush!’” he answered, as he laid the hairbrush on her jiggling pink bottom. “You awakened me tonight, and you will not wake anyone else, if you know what’s good for you.” He continued to let the hairbrush land even as he spoke.

Elise was hardly pacified, but being less inebriated than she’d been the week before, she was smart enough to realize that Dr. Fox was damned serious and she did her best to shut up. The sting however was burning hot; each new swack on her tender skin hurt like hell. She grunted and groaned, but all in a muted way and did her best to protest the treatment wriggling as furiously as she knew how. If she was lucky she’d find a way to fling herself from the determined man’s lap. Unfortunately, that was impossible. Not only was Dr. Fox a good deal bigger than she was, he had a steel tight grip around her waist, and he was much more in control of his faculties that she.

As the spanking went on, Elise was sure she couldn’t stand another biting smack, but to her amazement she must have taken a good three dozen before Sam finally stopped. All hard, determined and very painful. She was sure she’d be marked for life.

Elise wanted to hop off his lap the second he lay the hairbrush down, but Sam was not letting her go. In the long moment of silence between the last smack and the first uttered words, she waited feeling embarrassment sneak up on her as her mind retraced the night’s extraordinary events. From a harmless seduction, she found herself suddenly shanghaied by not one but two men and taken to her own apartment—only because she promised them a great time in bed. She knew she was in a heap of trouble when the guys were talking about inviting their friends. When they refused to leave she got scared, scared enough to start putting out. Though it all, somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if she were loud enough, would her neighbor come to her rescue? Elise never believed he’d make good on his threat to spank her, but here she was living proof of the good Dr.’s pledge. Now, unceremoniously over this strange man’s lap, she’d just had the living daylights beaten out of her ass. She might be a little overly dramatic about the whole episode, but that was how she saw it in those amazing minutes as she felt the warm burn on her bottom arouse her.

“Now stand up and pull down your dress,” Sam said, as he pushed her from his lap.

She obeyed readily, having no intension of exposing herself anymore than she already had.

“I guess you didn’t believe me,” he said.

“Actually, I hoped you’d come to my rescue,” she replied. “Though I didn’t think you’d spank me.”

“What are you saying?” he said looking at her a little puzzled.

“It’s a long story,” she said, “but I knew I was in trouble with those two, so I made a lot of noise to get you here.”

“Humph! You know it really isn’t my business. But you’re pretty damned foolish letting guys screw you like that.”

“I know. That happens when I drink.”

“You’ve got a problem with alcohol?”

“I didn’t think I did,” she said.

“Maybe you’d better take a look at that,” he suggested. That was the first time he gave her any look that resembled affection. Though it was only momentary.

“In any event, Miss Jones, don’t wake me again, or I might be inspired enough to grab my belt next time.” He leveled a fatherly stare at her as he was leaving and Elise was trembling all the way to her toes. Whatever he was to her—nasty neighbor, barbaric brute or fatherly guide—it was certainly having the most unexpected effect on her, and a strangely pleasant one at that.

Elise tumbled into bed almost wincing from what might have happened that night. Strangely sobered by the rude awakening she was glad when she was finally able to fall asleep.

She couldn’t help but wonder as she was drifting off, what would happen the next time she woke Dr. Fox from his sleep. Just the idea of it was enough to make her smile.