Caretaker 3

When I was in my twenties and attending college I acquired the dubious privilege of becoming the caretaker for the dorm I was assigned to. "Why me?" I asked. Because I was the oldest, probably the most sensible, most in need of cheap rent, and willing to work for the pittance that the job paid. They had me at cheap rent and paid.

The dorm housed about twenty students and they were a fair mix. Most of them were your average college types, wanting to get their degrees so they could start earning big bucks. (I was one of this type.) There were a couple of idiots who wouldn't last the distance and a jock who assumed that kicking a ball hard was better than possessing brains. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the players who went on to become professionals had both brains and brawn. Brawn alone wouldn't cut it.

Naturally there were some troublesome students, two girls in particular. They were both about twenty, quite lovely, and both with different personalities. Tegan was the Karen type of woman. Never saw anything that she couldn't improve upon. There was only one way to do things -- her way. Try and do it another way and she'd be in your face, moaning and complaining. The type to count a box that said contents approx. 500 and then complain if there weren't 500 precisely. A genuine pain in the neck.

The other problem child was Naomi. A happy-go-lucky, free-spirited, young lady who enjoyed the world around her. She couldn't stand Tegan. If she would just leave Tegan alone I wouldn't mind the subtle hostility between the pair. However, Naomi went out of her way to trigger Tegan. For example, after the window washers had been around Naomi casually pointed out that they'd left a smear on Tegan's window. All Tegan needed to do was get a piece of cloth and wipe the offending smear away. Fat chance of that happening. Tegan went spare, denouncing all window washers and standing in my little office demanding the entire crew be brought back to clean her window and fire the man who left it smeared.

I promised to take care of the problem and almost pushed her out of my office. As soon as Tegan went to class I headed over to her place and wiped off the smear. Then I went looking for Naomi.

"Naomi, I want you to stop triggering Tegan. It interferes with my work. It interferes with the other students. It's breeding an unhappy atmosphere within the dorm. I want it stopped and I want it stopped now."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, smiling and looking innocent.

"I'm talking about you smearing her window and then bringing it to her attention after the cleaners had left. Yes, you did. I saw you." The last bit because she'd been ready to deny the charge.

She capitulated, politely and apologetically.

"Ok, I'll behave. I didn't mean to cause anyone else trouble. Sorry about that."

"That's good. Now we don't need to worry about future consequences," I said, smiling.

"Consequences?" she said giving me a suspicious look.

"Mm. You know, retribution for misbehaviour."

"Retribution?" Still suspicious.

"Yes. I mean, I don't want to have to put you over my knee and spank you and I'm sure you don't want it either so we're in accord."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Keep telling yourself that. Bye now."

I departed.

When Tegan returned from her current classes I intercepted her and suggested we had a little talk. She was belligerent but agreed. As soon as we were comfortably seated in my office I began.

"Tegan, that smudge on your window has been removed."

"Oh, good. Was the careless employee terminated? He should be you know."

"I know no such thing. The window service did an impeccable job. Someone else smeared your window after they had finished."

"Why would anyone do that? Who was it? I want them expelled."

"Tegan, how much work do you think there was in wiping the smear off the window. I'll tell you. Two minutes to take a cloth, walk to the window, and wipe the smear off. How much time did it take for you to come down here and make a complaint? Far more than two minutes. You spent five minutes in here alone, ranting about the standards of window cleaners. Why didn't you wipe the window yourself?"

"Me? It's not my job to wash the windows."

I cut her off before she went into a full blown rant.

"Nobody is asking you to wash the windows. I'm just saying that if that smear irritated you the simplest solution was to wipe it off yourself. Why didn't you?"

She spluttered a bit but before she could make a defence I started in again.

"You didn't do it because no-one would have noticed you doing it. Complaining makes you the centre of attention. People notice you, making you feel important. Well, congratulations, I have decided to notice you. If I find you harassing other students or if you come in here with a frivolous complaint there will be repercussions, and you won't enjoy them."

"How dare you. I will complain to your superiors. You'll be fired."

"If you complain to my superiors I'll be happy to be fired. I doubt I will be because not everyone wants this job. But go ahead. It will give me a chance to demonstrate those repercussions."

"Just what are these vaunted repercussions of yours?" she demanded.

"I will take great pleasure in putting you over my knee and paddling your backside. You never know, maybe that will get me fired. I can only hope."

Tegan looked quite shocked at the thought of being spanked.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Why do people keep on telling me I wouldn't dare do something when I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."

Tegan turned and stalked out of my office, oozing injured dignity. I wondered which of the pair would be the first to draw my ire. My money was on Tegan. She didn't need Naomi's machinations to get into strife over something.

Pity I had no-one to bet with. Tegan was back in my office that very evening, almost frothing at the mouth. Someone had taken her clothes out of the clothes dryer.

"They stole them?" I asked, thinking nasty thought about Naomi.

"No. They put them in my clothes basket. That's beside the point. They had no right to take my things out of the drier."

"Tegan, we have to maximise the use of the driers. We can't have one sitting idle because you haven't bothered to unload it. You caused the problem and someone was pro-active in fixing it. There is one other small problem though."

I got up and moved around to her side of the desk, giving her a hand to help her up out of the chair.

"What? My clothes don't rate but your problem does?"

"Correct. Your complaint was frivolous. Someone helped you by unloading your clothes. All you had to do was pick up your basket and take them home. You should be thanking them."

I sat down and gave her hand, which I hadn't released, a jerk, causing Tegan to fall across my lap. She promptly protested this action, a protest that became somewhat shriller when I lifted her dress, exposing her rump, neatly covered by lime green panties. The protests stopped when my hand came down smartly on her bottom.

I pretty much covered the same points I'd made earlier. She should be self-sufficient and solve her own problems. She shouldn't worry about correcting other peoples' behaviour. She especially shouldn't waste peoples' time with frivolous complaints. Apart from a few gasps she seemed to accept the spanking with more grace than I expected. There were two interesting little signs that I noticed during the spanking. Her legs drifted further apart giving me easier access to her naughty bits if I wanted it and the colour of her panties darkened over her naughty bits, indicating a certain flow of moisture there.

I swung her back to her feet and she gave me a very enigmatic look, swung on her heels, and departed.

I wondered who had the gall to shift Tegan's clothes and only one name came to mind -- Naomi. I decided to visit her. I knocked on her door and she opened it, smiling the smile of the totally innocent. I offered my hand and she took it, silly girl, as I promptly twisted it and had her in what the police call a come-along. If a cop has you in one of those you go with him, like it or not, as the not option hurts.

"Dear girl, I did warn you about pushing Tegan's buttons. Why didn't you learn?"

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You removed her clothes from the drier, knowing how she'd react, and before you deny it I have a witness."

"All I did was put them in her clothes basket," protested Naomi. "It saved her the trouble of taking them out herself."

"And anyone other than Tegan would have thanked you and carried their clothes away. Tegan on the other hand was full of righteous indignation which she spilt all over me. Remember I mentioned consequences? Now it's time to face them."

I moved into the kitchen, a reluctant Naomi going with me, protesting all the way. Her protests got even louder when I sat down and bent her across my knee.

"No. Don't you dare," she yelped as I flicked her dress up, revealing why she was rather upset at this stage. She wasn't wearing lime green panties, or pink panties. Not even white ones. It would appear that she'd forgotten that normally essential item of clothing. A nice pale bottom was now on display.

"Don't you touch me," she hissed, and then yelped as my hand landed firmly on her bottom. I continued the spanking, letting her know how disappointed I was with her.

I digress for a moment at this point. What is it with women and spankings? I don't mean a beating but a friendly spanking that makes their bottom smart. I've had a couple of girlfriends who wanted to see what it was like to be spanked and I'd obliged. In each case their legs had parted to provide easy access to their vulva, their pudenda swelling with their inner lips being swollen and exposed. Beads of moisture always formed on their lips. In the past the girls had been hot to trot after the spanking and I had naturally helped them out. Naomi was following the same pattern, lips swollen and protruding and moisture showing.

I finished the spanking and swung Naomi back to her feet.

"Here endeth the lesson," I said. "However, before I leave I want your opinion on something."

"What?" she snapped.

For answer I took her hand and pressed it against my groin, letting her feel what was there, waiting to spring into action. She hastily snatched her hand away.

"If you think I'm going to let you force yourself on me..."

"No such thing," I said hastily before she could build up a head of steam and say no. I pressed her hand against my groin as I continued talking. "It's just that observing your lovely rump and other parts has got me excited." Lifting her dress my hand went under it and cupped her mound, squeezing it slightly.

She snatched her hand away from my erection and knocked my hand away from her vagina. Then she stood there and glared at me. I found this very interesting. She wasn't saying no, nor was she ordering me out of the house. The trouble was she wasn't saying yes, either.

Deciding to put things to the test I moved closer to her, having her back away. She couldn't back up very far as the kitchen table was behind her. Another step and she was leaning back on the table. I lifted the front of her dress, leaving her exposed. I passed the dress to her and she took it. I dropped my trousers and my intentions sprang out, plain for all to see.

Running my hand along the cleft in her flesh I could feel the heat and moisture there. My fingers dipped inside her, agitating her a little more. Her breathing was getting heavier, her mouth slightly apart. I slipped my cock between her legs, letting the length of it rub against her, feeling her press against it.

Finally positioning myself I pressed into her. I paused to see if she'd say anything but she was still silent. I pressed a little harder and she finally had something to say.

"Oh, fuck you," she gasped, pushing herself firmly against me. Very firmly. I was balls deep after her desperate lunge. "Yesss," she hissed. "Do it. Do it hard."

I did my best to oblige. I was thrusting in hard, my hands seeking her breasts, and kissing her hard with her reciprocating the entire time. I didn't press ahead too hard or too fast as I wanted this to last, both for my sake and for hers. I plunged into her, seeming to give her everything I had while holding off just that little bit. I figured that I would know when to go to one hundred percent effort.

She was way excited, getting more so by the moment. A little more effort on my part and she was ready to climax. I paused for a moment and then gave her my hundred percent and she climaxed with a scream. I hurriedly cover her mouth with my own, muffling the sound. I didn't want her neighbours investigating.

"Bastard," she grumbled when we'd both had time to recover.

"Who me? You didn't have to go along with me."

"I'm not talking about that. You spanked me and I didn't get a choice over that. Being spanked always arouses me and you took advantage of it."

"I'll remember that the next time you try to offend Tegan. It seems to me that if I make love to you before I spank you you won't get so aroused that someone can take advantage of you."

"What sort of logic is that? You're obviously insane. Go away."

I sighed and departed. It had been an interesting interlude. Hopefully there would be others, with or without the spanking. I returned to my office and concentrated on my school work. I had several essays to write and a lot of reading to do.

That evening, around eight, I was still in my office. My official hours were over but it was a convenient place to study. That's when Tegan came knocking on the door, wanting to be admitted. That was typical Tegan. Official hours were only a suggestion as far as she was concerned and didn't really apply to her. Knowing she'd keep knocking until I answered I opened the door. In hindsight I should have gone back to my room to study.

"Tegan. What can I do for you outside of office hours?"

"I'm just here to inform you that I'm going to have to visit the doctor because of you. My bottom is covered in bruises and it will probably hurt for me to sit down for a week. Who know what effect this will have on my classes."

I knew how hard I'd spanked her and if she had a single bruise I'd be surprised. I'd be just as surprised if the smarting hadn't worn off by this time. It had been a relatively mild spanking. I sighed and reached for her. Almost before she knew it she was bent over my knee again.

"If you are bruised it is incumbent on me to inspect the damage and take photos if required. Just hold still. This won't take but a moment."

She started protesting but I ignored that. I lifted her dress to assess the damage. The lime green panties were gone, replace by a pale yellow pair. I tugged at them lightly.

"I can't see any bruises with these on. I'll have to remove them."

I carefully peeled her panties down, right down, and then let my fingertips glide over her bottom. I hadn't even threatened a spanking but her legs were already parted nicely and her lips were flushed and swollen. My hands continued to drift over her bottom, noting that a light flush was now on it.

"I still can't see any bruises," I informed her. "Are you sure it still smarts?"

"Yes," she said, nodding her head emphatically.

"In that case a bit of a massage will be beneficial." I didn't wait for agreement but started massaging her bottom. A bit of subtle movement from her pussy hinted that something was having an effect. I ran a couple of fingers along her slit and then let them dive into her passage. I started sliding my fingers in and out of her passage, which certainly did something as her thighs mashed my fingers together quite painfully.

"Is this helping I asked?" and she made assenting noises.

"Well, to massage properly I need to go a little deeper. Why don't you lean over the desk?"

There was no way in hell that she didn't know what I intended. Did this cause her to hesitate? No way. She was up off my knee and bending over the desk as fast as she could move.

"Now I'm going to have to go quite deep to make sure you get the best massage. Any objections let me know now."

One of the few times she didn't have a very vocal opinion about something. She didn't even let out a peep when I spread her lips a little wider. I lined up and started pressing home. She was hot and wet, ready and waiting. I pressed steadily home, finding her pressing back against me, helping me to come home. As soon as my groin was pressed against hers I gave Tegan a warning and got to work.

"Tegan, for the massage to work properly it needs to be rather vigorous. Are you ready for this?"

"If you must, you must," she gasped out and I took this as assent.

I pulled back and thrust in vigorously and did so repeatedly. My hands were holding her hips, encouraging her to move with me, not that she really needed encouragement. Due to a certain incident earlier in the day I was fairly sure I could last for a while longer than normal.

Tegan appeared to have stuffed a hand into her mouth, muffling a certain amount of screaming she was doing. I kept going, having fun, knowing that Tegan was totally aroused, her excitement growing by the moment. One slight concern that I was having was the chance that Tegan was going to climax before I was ready. Deciding not to take that chance I started banging her just as hard and as fast as I could.

This resulted in Tegan slapping both hands against her mouth, hints of screams still leaking out. I couldn't hold on and I cut loose, hosing down the heat deep inside Tegan. It was enough to cause Tegan to explode. She lay over the desk, shuddering slightly. I ran my fingers lightly over her bottom, barely touching her but knowing she felt it.

Finally pulling out I grabbed some tissues from a nearby box and wiped her down a little.

"Feeling a little better?" I asked. "Your bottom OK?"

She rose to her feet and gave me an enigmatic look.

"It's fine," she said. "Everything's fine."

Bending down she picked up her panties and departed, not bothering to put them on.

Another day done. A successful one, I think. I'd faced down both my problem children and had established an upper hand.

I think.