Spanked by the Landlady!

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Geoffrey rang her - sullen-sounding, as though Marie had pushed him into it: "What's all this untoward business, Mother?" Oh Auntie Dearest, what a beautiful dress!” I could see Mrs. Fairchild was pleased by both the “Dearest” and the compliment. “I really appreciate your concern for my sore bottom Auntie Dearest,” I continued carefully, “but I must say that I'm a little confused. You seem to be forgetting that I'm a um, uh, well, a man, and . . .” Her smile immediately turned to a frown.

Kim had grunted, groaned and pleaded as Mark had restrained her to no avail. Mark had gone about his work with single minded focus. Let's see if Princess wants to go to the beauty parlor in her sweet dress, hmmmmmmmmm?” She lifted my dress and revealed the enormous bulge in my panties. “I thought so!” she cooed, patting the bulge. I instantly exploded in orgasm, and Auntie gathered me in her arms and held me close as my body shuddered, my petticoats and satin dress pressed tightly against Auntie's skirt. You're all right," she said brightly, "you're just not the marrying type, that's all. Never have been. I should have spotted it."

Real Life Discipline

Mrs Pike was never one to dwell on things. She continued, as she always had, to mooch around her bungalow and pet Gretchen and watch TV with the sound turned well up - never mind about the neighbours. Each new bungalow Mrs Pike lived in, she named herself. She had a flair for it - and she liked to think that something in this world would outlast her. She'd lived in a nice place off Mapperley Plains which she'd called "Saigon" - a topical reference to something she'd heard on the news. The next one she named "The Point", since it was right on the furthermost tip of a triangular new development. Marie had been expecting for the second time when she moved in there. She hated Marie Like That - couldn't look her in the eye with that awful smug lump bulging out of her. The Auntie you're staying with for the summer, and is determined to instill some discipline in you. She's not going to have you breaking curfew anymore. Thank you for the new dress Auntie, Auntie Dear.” This didn't satisfy her, and she moved one hand around to my a-s, patting it gently, bringing her lips close to my ear.

Mark remembered being stunned by Kim’s words and asking for details. Kim calmly explained that he’d have to submit completely to her whims and be treated as an object of her desires, whatever they may be. He had gone home to think about it and decided that to be enslaved to an attractive older woman wasn’t so bad. Yes, he did, Sally. That's because I caught him doing something very naughty." Mrs. Landino said with a wink. Sally immediately understood what she meant. As I pushed away from the table, I thought for a minute about questioning her about this, since it was early and I didn't particularly want to bathe. But I already knew better. I went up to my room, which had an adjoining bathroom with a large tub. I ran the water. As the tub was filling Mrs. Fairchild came up behind me with a box and began duumping a powder into the water. Fragrant bubbles immediately began to fill the tub.Kim steepled her hands in front of her. Mark couldn’t help noticing that the top two buttons of her blouse were open and this seemed to bring attention to her ample breasts. She then said, “Well, you know the drill by now. Let me get my stuff.” She stood up and left the room. Does my precious little girl like Auntie's outfit?” she asked as I stared at her. “Maybe when Princess grows up she can wear big girl's clothes too!” Before I could respond her leather gloved hand had snapped around my elbow in a vice-like grip and she was pushing me at a rapid pace out of the room. In her high-heeled boots she towered over me more than usual as we marched down the hall. I practically had to run to keep up with her pace.

I remembered to drop a curtsy, and I meekly asked Auntie Dear if she could help me untie my apron. This seemed to please her enormously. Kim collapsed and lay boneless on Mark’s legs. Recovering her wits, she stood and kissed Mark on the cheek before saying, “I’m not finished with you yet, big boy. Lemme rest up and we can go for round 2!” But how proud Mrs Pike was of her possessions! And of her appearance. She wasn't about to reveal her age to anyone, but she still varnished her nails with Elizabeth Arden pearly pink and powdered her face and wore a Persian lamb coat when the weather called for it. I hated giving birth to Geoffrey," Mrs Pike said, when Marie helped herself just like that to more bread sauce. "It was just like going to the toilet, only worse." This should fit you perfectly sweetlips.” She held out the dress. I stood rooted to the floor. I had been conciously avoiding the topic, but I finally had to face reality. First the apron and the shoes, then the panties, now a dress. And the increasing references to me as “princess” and even “girl.” I had to do something! I decided to try to be more diplomatic, even flattering.So Gretchen's teeth went first and then she went all diabetic, which affected her sight. And the blindness made her very tired. She'd nap on and off , and sleep through any noise. "Not much good as a guard dog," Mrs Pike told her son with a degree of satisfaction.

Hush cupcake, Auntie can see that her adorable Princess needs a LOT of help.” Soon I was in nothing but the pink satin panties, which were tenting embarassingly. Mrs. Fairchild reached for them. “My darling girl obviously LOVES her silky panties, doesn't she?” I stood like a statute. Mrs. Fairchild frowned, and yanked the panties down around my ankles. “You just don't learn, do you sweetlips?” She reached for the large purse she had rested on a chair, and removed her stainless steel hairbrush. She then sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger for me to approach. As I shook with embarassment, Auntie removed my panties and tights, revealing the sheath, its ribbons tied tightly at the base of my spine. She made a great show of untying it and sliding it off of my glistening member.During the first month I learned that her rule that indicated that she be notified of all guests actually meant that she had to MEET any person that was staying with me because she HAD TO KNOW WHO WAS IN HER HOME. Emphasis added to indicate her tone of voice when she told me this. Now I have the uncomfortable situation of telling a guy that I’m casually dating, “hey I know this isn’t serious or anything but if you want to stay with me you need to meet my landlady.” Or if a friend wants to pop in for some wine and conversation after dinner I have to say, “actually not tonight because she’s not home and she needs to meet you beforehand.” The latter was less likely since I wasn’t actually allowed to use the living room space.