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The Lodger

byLaurelAspen©

I know what you're thinking - corny title, predictable plot. Older man lets room to younger girl; she can't pay the rent, submits to spanking rather than be evicted. Saw the musical, bought the T-shirt, same old, same old...

But you'd be wrong. There is indeed a lodger, and of course spanking (why else are we here?), but in reality events turn out very differently...

Momentarily they stand on the doorstep, taken aback; front door open, both parties poised to speak and then, silence. On the threshold of her secluded cottage in rural England, the owner does a double take. She's expecting a lodger, just short term; very respectable, works in IT, and therefore, probably boring.

Except the man on her doorstep certainly doesn't look like a nerd; too well dressed for a start, thinks Jenny fleetingly, more the outdoor type judging by the tan.

'Good morning," she says at last. "You must be Mr Forbes."

"Indeed," replies the stranger, "but please call me David." He offers his palm, a warm, firm grip.

Jenny suppresses a shiver, of what? Physical desire. Don't be silly woman, just because things have been woefully quiet on that front of late you don't have to fall for the first... But then again he is quite good-looking and there is a palpable frisson.

David in turn is nonplussed. The landlady is a librarian he'd been told; you're sure to like her. Instantly he'd conjured an image of an older woman with grey hair and glasses. Well, he thinks, quickly collecting his wits, just goes to show one shouldn't think in stereotypes. Jenny is, he guesses, about his own age - mid-30s - trim and rather chicly dressed. Short hair, definitely not grey and doesn't wear glasses either.

"I usually only take students during term time," explains Jenny as her new housemate carries in a couple of battered holdalls from an old Land Rover. "Consequently I've got used to having the place to myself during the long summer vacation. But the university eloquently pleaded your case, said you'd just be here three months, installing the new intranet system."

"That's right," confirms David, "and since this is such a lovely part of the country I'm hoping to get some off-road cycling in as well. Essential exercise after long hours in an office."

In the subsequent days they get on rather splendidly, slipping unconsciously into the habit of tea and an after work chat on the back garden terrace. She learns he's weary of a peripatetic professional existence. And he of her career stalled by lack of self-confidence and procrastination. And to their mutual, but unspoken, delight, they're both single.

Six weeks pass pleasantly, a senior post becomes vacant at the library and Jenny quells her doubts sufficiently to apply. David is supportive, helping her hone her interview technique. Then, the night before the selection board Jenny's self-doubt nemesis returns and despite being the favoured candidate she prevaricates about attending.

"I don't think I'll go," she whispers during an early evening alfresco discussion. Her lodger is not best pleased.

"What? After all the work you, and come to that I, put in?" "You're right, of course," agrees Jenny, wretchedly. "I even make myself cross sometimes. Honestly, I deserve a spanking."

"I'm sorry," David does a double take, "you deserve a what?" He heard her quite clearly the first time, but prudently seeks confirmation.

"Deserve a spanking to bloody well make me buck my ideas up."

"In which case..." he says, getting to his feet, "I absolutely agree. Lovely as you are, Jenny, you can also be completely infuriating. If you're serious I'll be more than happy to put you across my knee right now and smack your bottom until you see some sense."

This is the tipping point, there's no going back. Seizing the moment is all very well, but if it suddenly turns out Jenny was talking figuratively, not literally, the consequences could be dire. Turfed out of his digs and possibly his job at the very least.

Jenny is equally aware she's reached a watershed. Without consciously planning to hasn't she blurted out the truth?

"All right," she agrees in a trembling voice, astonishing her as much as him, "where do you want me?"

To her relief David instantly takes control; could it be he has previous experience?

"Come here, Jenny," he instructs decisively, sitting on the patio bench. Tentatively she stands next to him, unable to make eye contact, hands twisting nervously.

"Ever been spanked before?" he enquires curtly.

"No," she whispers.

"You may keep your knickers on then, but these," he undoes the slender leather belt around her linen trousers, "come down." As they drop around her ankles Jenny instinctively covers her crotch.

"Do you always wear such expensive knickers?" David enquires tangentially. Jenny's firm bottom; a pleasing sight in itself, is further flattered by beautifully cut panties.

"Well, yes actually, not that they get much exposure," she answers with a tinge of regret.

"Delectable," replies David - her heart soars at the compliment - "but not doing much to conceal your derriere. Now, let's have you across my knee. Body resting on the bench, hands in front, don't want you too uncomfortable," he laughs, "aside from a soon to be very red rear."

Time seems to stop, Jenny surrenders to the moment, goodness knows she's privately fantasised about just such a scenario often enough.

David begins her spanking slowly, delivering firm slaps interspersed with long intervals while he gauges her reaction. In truth it hurts more than she'd expected. But despite this, she remains submissively across his knee, clamping her thighs tightly together in a futile attempt to conceal her burgeoning arousal. The gap between each successive slap shortens and the heat in her buttocks grows inexorably. Senses heightened Jenny begins to gasp and groan. Her tormentor pauses, soothingly stroking her now very pink cheeks; she shivers with pleasure. Heating up nicely, thinks David.

Her punishment resumes, and despite her increasing protests and gyrations across his knee continues until David is sure his landlady's bottom has been thoroughly smacked. Gently he lifts her from his lap and holds her, snivelling and dishevelled, until she regains some composure.

"Go and stand in the corner," he instructs, "put your hands on your head; do not rub your bottom. Think about what you have to do to succeed in the interview tomorrow."

"Couldn't we...?" Jenny looks meaningfully at the all too evident bulge in his chinos, turning her gaze upwards towards her bedroom window.

"No we certainly could not," David interrupts crossly. If only, he thinks, but fortitude is required, focus, man.

Chastened, but strangely happy, Jenny does as she's told. Her poor bottom burns and throbs yet while she stands, fidgeting from one foot to the other, shamelessly displaying her bright red buttocks, her mind clears and she suddenly feels a surge of confidence and determination...

"Come on, tell me, how did it go?" he enquires excitedly the following day. David has been sitting in the lounge with a glass of wine for the last half hour, quietly amazed at how important Jenny's success has become to him, anxiously anticipating her return.

A radiant smile says it all. "I got the job!"

"Wonderful," he kisses her, lifting her from her feet, "I knew you'd ace it, congratulations.'

"But I've asked them for twenty-four hours to think about it."

"You've what?"

"Asked them for time to consider," Jenny replies calmly.

"Oh, have you?" says David dangerously. "Well it appears you're also asking for something else..." Grabbing her arm he drags his landlady towards the sofa and without ceremony tips her face down over the back, bottom in the air, head in the cushions.

"Ow, brute, get off," Jenny shrieks, rather unconvincingly she thinks. Within seconds the skirt of her smart interview suit is around her waist, revealing not just the exotic underpinnings David expected but also sheer nylons.

"I like to wear stockings on special occasions," she answers her tenant's unspoken question, "makes me feel like a grown up."

"Then behave like one," he growls, pulling her panties down and off in one practiced movement.

The first spank sends her rocking forward on the toes of her shoes. The next impact of his hard palm nearly takes Jenny's breath away.

"David!" she yells between the third and fourth slaps. "Stop! I was joking."

"Joking?" he slaps her left thigh.

"Yes. I've accepted the job."

"Really?" a matching slaps to the right make Jenny kick involuntarily, exposing the tantalising treasure at the apex of her thighs. "Why?"

"Because I wanted you to spank me again. Because it turns me on. Because I deserve a reward for getting the job, and because it's you." All the while she delivers this heartfelt speech Jenny is slowly inching her legs wider apart.

"Don't move, just push that naughty bottom out." What the lady wants the lady gets, thinks David, holding her hips. It appears his status might soon change, from tenant to cohabitee.

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