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The Apartment
Chad caught his breath as Eileen emerged from the tiny bathroom. She was wearing an old gray tee and when she bent near the bed to turn off the light, the tail raised just enough to expose the full lower curves of her ass. The glimpse of white panty snuggled deep between the round cheeks aroused him in an instant.

"Freeze!" he shouted, and she froze, eyes wide with alarm.

"What is it? Don't tell me there's another cockroach, I can't-"

"Quiet, you disobedient wench!"

Eileen gasped and began to giggle. She was still giggling as Chad's powerful palm connected with her right butt-cheek with a deafening wallop. Then she yelped. Her cries increased when he smacked her left cheek, and then her right.

"Oooh! Ow! Oh, that hurts," she said, grinning.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you," he growled in her ear. He was leaning against her, feeling the warmth of her full, womanly body.

"Please don't spank me, sir! I'll be good, I swear I'll be a good girl!"

"It's too late for that. You're going to get just what you deserve!"

In a flash Chad had his wife across his lap, the shirt raised, the skimpy panties pulled down to expose her lovely bared buttocks. "Beautiful," he murmured, as she wiggled the big round cheeks in delight.

"Not too hard," she cooed. "I've got an interview tomorrow."

Chad laughed. "I've got to baptize our new apartment with a sound spanking, my dear, and your gorgeous bottom has been elected!"

Just as he raised his hand, preparing for a happy deluge of swats, there came a clear thumping sound from the north wall. A voice cried out, "Keep it quiet over there! People are trying to sleep."

Eileen whispered, "Is he talking about us?

"I don't think so. How can he even hear us?"

"I can hear you just fine, you morons," came the voice. "These walls are made of paper!"

"Shit!" gasped Eileen, her face the color of a beet. When she noticed Chad's hand still prepared for a smack, she quickly stood, shaking her head. "We can't!" she hissed. "Too noisy!"

Chad cursed, amusing himself with a playful bum rub instead, but it wasn't the same. Eileen was too self-conscious even for sex after that, and the mood was gone. She lay awake trying to remember who lived in 6B. Was that the gray-haired old man and his wife or the young Asian couple? She was mortified to think whoever it was had overheard her spanking. Maybe the sounds had been muffled and they hadn't realized what was going on. It had, after all, only been a few swats.

The next day, Chad put his ear to the wall and confirmed the awful reality: their new apartment building had no privacy. They could hear everything their neighbors to the north and south were doing, from showering to watching TV to intimate conversations.