House Share

When I was in my early twenties I lived in a shared house.

It was a big old house with half a dozen bedrooms. Used to be more but the owner had remodelled and put in an en suite for the main bedroom and a second bathroom so the other five bedrooms had two to share.

I worked and was currently on afternoon shift, meaning I didn't start work until three. I had got up late and was having breakfast when Suzy wandered into the kitchen, probably seeking her own breakfast. Suzy and her husband shared the main bedroom.

It was a week day and everyone but me and Suzy were off, either gainfully employed or at college. I didn't realise Suzy was still home until she walked into the kitchen in her undies. Very nice undies, I admit but I suspected that she had not intended to show them off. She looked quite surprised to see me. I was also somewhat surprised.

"Um, Suzy, you do know that there is a house rule that young women wandering around in their undies get their bottoms smacked. It's to stop them teasing the male boarders."

"You liar," she said. "There's no such rule."

"Truth," I insisted, "but don't worry. In your case your husband will deliver the smacking. You may even enjoy it."

"He wouldn't dare!"

So emphatically stated. I sighed.

"Are you sure?"

"Certain."

"In that case I guess it's up to me."

Before she had time to follow my logic I'd moved, grabbing her arm and pulling her across my knee. I didn't remove her panties (they weren't covering much anyway) but simply brought my hand down in a casual spank. It was more for shock value than anything else.

"How dare you?" She snapped, highly indignant.

I just laughed. "Something to remind you of the house rules," I said cheerfully.

So did she rush back to her bedroom to get dressed? Ha! She remained right where she was, making her breakfast, not caring how much she had on display. I wondered if she knew her panties were effectively transparent when they were damp, which they currently were.

The next day was basically the same situation. She was defiant and dared me to spank her again. She'd tell her husband and I'd be in a world of hurt. I knew how to handle defiance. I grabbed and pulled her over my knee again.

"Don't you dare," she yelled, and then yelled even louder when I pulled her panties down. I delivered another spanking, much the same as the first. Not really hurting but a definite attention getter.

She was really indignant this time. How dare I? She'd tell her husband. She'd get me for this.

"Just follow the rules," I said. "It could have been worse."

She gave me a fulminating glare and proceeded to make her breakfast, still in panties that were transparent when wet. Didn't she know that? Or was she denying that the spanking had aroused her? Maybe it was the fact that she was parading around in front of a man nearly naked. Whatever, she'd been warned. Again.

The next morning the same thing again. Well, not quite. This time her bra and panties were skimpier than ever. I gave an irritated sigh, wondering why she kept doing this. Then I had a flash of the bleeding obvious. Reviewed the thought and decided it was probably correct.

She gave me defiant look as I approached, no doubt expecting a snarky comment and a smacked bottom. That was not my intention today. Before she said a word I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. She gave a startled cry and hammered on my back with both fists to no effect.

I entered my bedroom, crossed over to my bed and dumped her on it. A backwards step and kicking behind me caused the bedroom door to close and then I was sitting on the bed next to her.

She scrambled to get off the bed but I simply pinned her down, moving swiftly to strip off her bra and panties. But her blush and furious denial told me I'd hit the nail on the head.

"Don't worry. I might be a little slow but I've got the message now."

Even as I was speaking I was stripping her panties and bra off her, leaving her deliciously naked. Sitting on the bed next to her I hauled her face-down across my knee.

"It's obvious you've been a bad girl and bad girls get punished."

I brought my hand down in a firm spank, harder than my previous efforts. Hand up and down again with Suzy squealing and protesting but not making the slightest effort to get off my knee. I watched what she was doing with some amusement.

Her legs moved further apart, leaving her fully exposed. At the same time she lifted her bottom, offering it to me. Her lips were parting, allowing her inner lips to show through and hers were already wet and ready.

I kept the spanking going, dropping a nice spank on her vulva now and then. She was wriggling around, not to escape but just wriggling in excitement.

Curious to see what happened I delivered a series of quick spanks to her vulva. She actually screamed and climaxed, not a big climax, but still.

I couldn't have a clearer indication that she was ready for me. I dumped her off my knee and onto the bed. She turned her head to look at me and her eyes opened wide as she saw my trousers dropping.

"You're not using that thing on me, are you?"

I didn't say anything. I simply rolled her onto her stomach and, reaching between her legs, I encouraged her to lift het bottom high. She squawked indignantly at the way I went about it but she finished up the way I wanted.

I climbed onto the bed behind her. Her head was twisted around, trying to see what I was doing, protesting all the while that I wouldn't dare. I couldn't help but feel that if she didn't want it she could at least try to get off the bed. When I was taking my trousers off would have been a good time.

Moving behind her I now had a choice to make. Treat her rough or gently. Seeing that being spanked made her horny I guessed that rough was the way to go. Why not? She wasn't a virgin and was already aroused to the point where she'd had one climax, albeit a minor one. I lined up behind her and simply drove fully into her.

She shrieked, but it was an excited shriek. She also damn near climaxed with that initial thrust. I started driving into her, not giving her any relief, just happily pounding away.

For her part Suzy seemed eminently happy with what was going on. She was giving tongue the entire time, excited little cries interspersed with pleas for me to go harder. I couldn't go much harder without doing myself an injury. I wondered how her husband kept up with her.

We soon reached a point where I was ready to blow my load. I tried to do as she demanded and went than tiny bit harder. It proved enough for both of us, with her making enough noise for the two of us.

After we separated and got our breath back she turned on me.

"Why did you do that? You've got some nerve."

I simply smiled. "Rules are rules," I pointed out. "You'd already had two warnings. It just seemed right to demonstrate that penalties follow if you won't obey them."

"I read the rules. All of them. The one you quoted doesn't exist."

"It doesn't?"

She shook her head.

"Then why didn't you say so before I chastised you?"

"I did. I said so when you first quoted your silly rule."

"Is that so? Then why did you permit me to chastise you? You've made me look foolish. I feel terrible."

She didn't seem to be buying my remorse but what the hell? I couldn't see her complaining to anyone. She was more likely to goad me to see if she could get another lesson. I'd wait and see.