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A Well-Tempered Tenant!
A thrilling two-part tribute to 2 wickedly wise women by Bill

Chapter One: Caught with his pants down! (jump to chapter 2)

Moving out on my own was one of the proudest, scariest days of my life. But that's what grown, mature men did in those days, & I was sure I was one of those! I was almost 20, after all, not to mention responsible, personable & smart enough to plan ahead to support myself until I found the means to make my share of The American Dream come true. So, with fond adieu's & butterflies aplenty, I packed up my most personal possessions & moved to the big city a year after my high school graduation.

My first "very own place" wasn’t much, just a room in the house of a widowed Englishwoman named Anne. She was just over fifty & stood 5’7" tall, weighing around 160 lbs or so. She was pleasant & pretty in a proper sort of way, & quickly proved to be the kind of woman who enjoyed doing things for others, especially those sharing her hearth & home.

I was surprised my first morning there by a knock at the door. I threw on a pair of pants & opened the door to see Anne standing there with a warm smile on her face & a large tray filled with all kinds of goodies: eggs, bacon, orange juice, toast, coffee, cereal, milk, & a banana.

Neither meals nor room service were included in my lodging arrangement, but of course, I took the breakfast offering & ate it all while Anne & I had a pleasant chat. I usually just had coffee, but I didn’t want to ruin the warm gesture since she’d gone to so much trouble.

Anyway, that’s the kind of woman Anne was. She was always doing things unexpectedly for me. I’d come home to find meals waiting for me & that she’d cleaned my room or done my wash. I had kitchen privileges but didn't know how to cook more than eggs & sandwiches, & I was not the kind of fellow who enjoyed dusting or doing laundry. As a result, I was glad that my landlady was as warm & generous as she was & happily settled into my new situation.

It was 5 weeks to the day after I'd begun lodging at Anne's that I overslept & had to rush off to work, forgetting in the process that the spanking magazine I'd been perusing the night before was still under the bed. This particular magazine was one of my favorite bedtime reads &, not surprisingly, catered to naughty boys & young men having their bare bottoms smacked over the knees of mothers & other stern female authority figures.

I really didn’t remember pushing the magazine under the bed just before I shut off the bedside lamp & drifted off to sleep until I came home & saw it staring up at me in all it's splendor from the bedside nightstand. The painstakingly detailed cover illustration alone left no doubt as to the theme of the publication, & there wasn't a doubt that Anne had seen it when she placed it on the nightstand.

I had a bit of panic attack in the privacy of my room & sat on the side of the bed, leafing through the magazine with trembling fingers & glazed vision. I'd read the magazine a hundred times & knew everything in it by heart, but I worried over what Anne had seen &, perhaps, stopped to read?

Ironically, having my secret so rudely exposed made me feel exactly like one of the naughty characters in the magazine I was holding. I felt as guilty as sin & as if my pants & shorts had been pulled down by Anne, revealing what I considered my dirty little, secret perversion.

What must this proper English widow & mother think of me? Would she make me leave? Would she tell someone?... I didn't know the answers to those or any other questions right then. I just knew I had to escape before I bumped into Anne. Or Norma.

Norma was a fairly attractive older woman who rented the room across the hall from me. Recently divorced & childless, she was in her mid-thirties & more than friendly enough with Anne to be the first to hear the news that a pervert was residing in the house if our landlady decided to spread it.

I quickly showered in the communal bathroom I shared with Norma, dressed & went out to spend some time with friends. I needed time to think... What would I say if Anne confronted me? What would I do if she told me to leave?

I got home late, hoping that Anne would be asleep & equally afraid of the confrontation we'd probably have if she wasn't. I put in key in the lock as slowly & carefully as a thief in the night & tip-toed into the vestibule. Unfortunately, I could hear the TV softly playing in Anne's downstairs apartment & knew she was up.

I tried to close the door & sneak up the stairs to my room without making a sound, but agility & stealth are not among my natural talents. Anne must have heard me close the door or the stairway creak as I tried to tip-toe up it because she opened her door & looked straight at me.

Heart pounding once again, everything I had thought of to say quickly vanished from my mind. I remember tittering as she looked at me, the nervous laughter of a bad boy caught in the act. Anne did not say a word. She just stared at me for several long moments with a slight frown on her face as I stood there squirming.

After what seemed an eternity, Anne murmured a good-night to me & I automatically responded, though my voice was a mere squeak as she stepped back & closed the door. Filled with relief, I hurried up to my room & hoped that Anne's failure to confront me about my perversion meant that my worries were over.

I slept fitfully but woke up feeling foolishly confident that Anne would be a proper lady & allow my indiscretion to be forgotten. Our relationship other than my taste in magazines was quite good, & I presumed she'd sweep it under the rug as long as I didn't do anything else to rock the boarding house boat we shared.

Deciding that discretion was still in order for a few days, I quietly completely my morning toilette & was just returning to my room when I heard Anne coming up the stairs. My plan had been to leave without so much as my usual cup of coffee, but that sneaky scheme was dashed when Anne's knuckles gently rapped against the wooden panel I'd closed behind me as quickly as I could to shut her out.

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Reminding myself that I probably had nothing to fear, I steadied myself & opened the door. Anne was dressed in her usual morning attire of a mid-calf length day dress, her hair was pulled up & back, & a small, unreadable smile played about her lips as she whispered good morning.

To my surprise & relief, Anne stood there holding a breakfast tray. I foolishly thought it was a gesture to say that everything was all right & smiled, but Anne didn't really smile back. Instead, she walked right into my room while I stood there in just a robe over my shorts, put the tray down, & looked around as if searching for something.

It was at that moment that I realized what she was looking for & noticed the hairbrush on the tray alongside my eggs. I looked at her dumfounded while Anne stood there with arms folded & a stern look on her face.

Pointing to the tray of food she said, "This is out of the kindness of my heart & because I know young men don’t eat right on their own."

Picking up the brush she continued, "This is also because I know young men. They usually don’t behave on their own, either. Now, give me that magazine you had hidden under your pillow."

I felt like a naughty child caught red-handed. I followed her directions & retrieved what she wanted from my drawer. Without a glance at it she put it down on the chair.

"If you want to continue living here we must come to some agreements. First, I want you to do a better job of keeping this place clean. I don’t mind tidying up a bit, but I expect you to do your part. Second, I don’t want you trying to hide things in your room. If you don’t want me to see it, don’t bring it into the house. Lastly," she said as she waved the brush under my nose, "since you obviously approve of corporal punishment, as do I, I will use this as often as necessary to see to it that you are a model tenant."

Picking up the magazine from the chair, she left. As she opened the door I saw Norma, my neighbor from across the hall. Still in her nightdress with a terry cloth robe over it, she was leaning against her opened doorway. A huge smile played across her face. I was sure she’d heard every word. She glanced at Anne & looked back at me.

"Tsk, tsk...," she shook her head & wagged her finger at me!

I closed the door quickly before she saw my red face or my returning erection.

I kept pretty much to myself the next few days & the times I encountered either Anne or Norma I diverted my eyes after a perfunctory half-smile, a wave, & a mumbled hello. I could almost hear Norma chuckle to herself as we passed in the hall.

Anne kept up her morning routine of bringing me breakfast. I wasn’t eating everything, but throwing most of it in the trash on my way out. I figured I’d find out when trash pickup was & get rid of it on my own. I didn’t want to offend Anne by telling her that she was making too much for me.

One evening I came home to notice that the trash can in my room had been emptied. I felt a shiver go though me. Nobody but Anne could have changed the bag. I had tried to hide the thrown out food under other trash, but I was sure she’d seen it & would be furious.

I was half right. I settled in for the night & tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe she wouldn’t know I was home & I could put off the pending confrontation I imagined would take place. About an hour after I’d come in I heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Anne.

She knocked on the door & before I could reach it she had it open & was inside. She was clutching that damn hairbrush in her hand.

"Hello, William. I believe you have something to say to me?"

I muttered that I thought I knew what she was talking about.

"Well, get on with it then..."

I told her about the breakfast food I’d wasted & tried to explain about not wanting to hurt her feelings.

She raised an eyebrow. "My, my. I didn’t know about that, but we’ll have to deal with that also, won’t we. No, I was talking about your hiding other, shall we say, reading material under your mattress."

I’d forgotten about the rest of those damn magazines! I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t speak.

"You’ve had sufficient warning about your behavior. I think it’s about time you had your first taste of what it’s like to provoke me, young man." So saying she sat on the bed & continued her tirade. "Get those britches & knickers down. You young lads need motivation to behave properly."

"P-p-please Anne. You can’t be serious. I haven’t been spanked in years & besides, I-I-I’m too old for that." My fingers fumbled with my belt buckle as I spoke.

Anne looked at me with an amused gaze, but at the same time it was clear that she was not to be deterred. "It’s obvious that you haven’t been spanked for a while. But if you want to continue living here, that will have to change. Come on lad," she said, waving the brush at my fidgeting digits, "get them down & get over my knees or pack your things."

I heard myself making unintelligible noises as I fumbled with my belt. My pants fell around my knees.

As I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts Anne continued, "That’s right, down to your knees, my boy."

As soon as I lowered my shorts she reached up & pulled me across her lap. As she settled me into a more comfortable position (for her!) I heard footsteps on the stairs. Norma was coming home!

Anne reached across my back &, clutching me tightly around the waist, pulled me to her. "You will learn to behave properly in my home, young man!"

SMACK!

The brush fell & I yelped. Anne proved to be extremely proficient with the brush & soon had me twisting across her knees. My semi-erection vanished quickly as did my resolve to take this punishment with a minimum of fuss. Soon I was gasping & groaning from the incredible sting she was imparting to my bottom.

After about fifty or sixty whacks she stopped for a moment & rested the brush on my throbbing buttocks. "That was for the magazines, which, by the way, I want in my hands when I leave here. I want all of them, young man." She slid one leg out from under me & clamped it across the backs of my knees. "And this is for wasting all that precious food."

WHAP! CRACK! SMACK!

The brush descended once more, only this time she spanked harder & faster. Some of those wicked smacks landed on my upper thighs & really made me howl. The smacks mingled with my yelps & echoed around the room.

All concerns that Norma could hear what was going on left me & all I could do was wriggle, twist & bounce over Anne’s voluminous lap as she rained down smack after smack on my blazing bottom. Soon I sounded like nothing more than a naughty child sobbing over her knees, promising to be good, pleading for mercy &, finally, sobbing so hard that words & thoughts were washed away.

I don't know how long Anne kept me in that hellish limbo over her lap, but I was limp & light-headed from lack of air when my senses returned & I realized she had stopped spanking me.

"Do you think you can keep your room a little neater, lad?" I heard Anne say as if from far away. She punctuated her query with a solid hand slap to the summit of each of my swollen bottomcheeks.

"OH! OWW! YES... Please Anne, please stop!!" I wailed with the abandon of a thoroughly cowed boy.

"As for those magazines; I know you’ll play with your John Thomas like most boys your age, but you really don’t need all that extra stimulation, do you?"

"No, ma'am," I sniffled, trying to stem the flow of my salty tears. I wasn't sure I ever wanted to think about spanking again let alone enjoy looking at magazines about it at that moment.

"You will stand in the corner for fifteen minutes when I let you up," Anne commanded. "You will leave your knickers where they are. You will leave your bottom alone. And you will think about your behavior & what it’s earned you. Is that clear?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Anne."

"I hope so, young man, because I will not hesitate-- not one second!-- to smack your bare bum or give you a good hiding in future if I think you deserve it. Is that clear?"

"B-B-But" I gasped, my senses cleared enough to realize the danger in that statement. Anne's palm cupped the raw rounded right cheek of my ass & squeezed. My senses cleared. "Yes Anne! It's clear!"

"Good." She helped me up from her lap & my hands quickly clasped my bottom in a vain attempt to rub some of the fire out. Tears coursed down my face & the sounds of my sniveling rang in my ears. My bottom burned & stung. I’d forgotten that a hairbrush could sting so much!

Anne stayed seated for several moments, shaming me with her casual regard. Then she stood & pointed. Trying not to show any more of myself than I already was, I obediently scurried down & got the magazines out from under my bed. Anne held out her hands & took them from me, then she spun me around & sent me back to the corner with a hard slap to my rear. I buried my nose in the corner.

"Remember, fifteen minutes. A second sooner & you'll go back over my knee & hop & howl through a good dose of my favorite cane! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Anne," I mumbled into the corner, already deciding I'd stand there for an extra 5 minutes & be happy about it to avoid any further contact between my ass & Anne's wrath.

"I can't hear you. Look at me when I speak to you." Anne commanded.

I didn't know if I could look at the woman who had dominated me so thoroughly ever again & didn't want to look at her then. But I obediently pulled my nose from the safety of the corner & hesitantly turned my head.

Anne was standing at the opened door. Her eyes captured mine & instantly confirmed my suspicion that I would be dancing to her disciplinary tune from then on.

"Y-y-yes Anne." I sputtered, wondering if I could feel any deeper shame or submission than I did at that moment.

I could!

Before I could turn back to the corner, Norma’s visage suddenly appeared over Anne's shoulder. My eyes flew open. My mouth too. My mind went blank. I'd forgotten all about her! She was sporting the widest of grins as she enjoyed the sight of my bare, red bottom, & I instantly knew she had also heard every shameful sob & smack of my spanking!

Anne allowed Norma to enjoy the sight of me for what seemed an eternity, then she nodded toward the corner & closed the door. I dumbly let my forehead thunk into the corner & heard the two of them chattering & chuckling all the way down the stairs.

I kept looking at the clock to see when my fifteen minutes would be up. I didn't wait an extra five minutes, just 2, then I danced around the room, holding my tender, throbbing tail & wondering if I would ever be able to sit again!

Another fifteen minutes passed before I calmed down somewhat. Then I put my robe on & peeked out into the hallway. No one was there & I scampered to the bathroom to take a cold shower. The chilly water felt good on my slightly bruised & battered backside so I stood under the refreshing & soothing spray for some time before trying to sneak back to my room.

The hallway was clear when I peeked, & Norma appeared so suddenly that I'm sure she was lying in wait. But, in any case, there she suddenly was with some of my magazines tucked under her arm. She was still dressed in her work attire, which consisted of a navy skirt, silky white blouse, & heels & hose to match. Her black hair was done up in a french curl & framed her lightly made-up face.

"Sounded like she really gave you a real bottom burner," Norma remarked, stopping me in my tracks. I stood with just a towel wrapped around me & diverted my eyes. Once again I felt a deep, hot blush suffuse my face. I nodded mutely.

"I think I have something that’ll help you feel better," Norma said. She turned back to her room & I stepped into mine, feeling quite befuddled.

As I entered my own doorway, Norma emerged from hers with a jar of cold cream in her hand. She still had my magazines with her. Taking me by the arm, she led me into the room & pointed to the bed.

"Drop the towel & lay down on your stomach." I just stared at her. She laughed. "Don’t be embarrassed. It’s too late for that now. You know I heard everything & saw the red badges of misbehavior Anne spanked onto your bare bottom."

"Y-Yes b-but..." I groaned.

"Norma knows what's best," she smiled. "And Norma says drop the towel & lie down. NOW!!"

I laid down, eager for the chance to hide my obvious arousal from her. I felt her lifting the towel aside & heard her low whistle.

"Yeah, a real scorcher! But I’ve seen worse."

Soon her hand was gently rubbing cream into my red bottom. The cool wetness soothed the searing heat immediately & felt so damn good that my distress soon disappeared into a fog of naked desire. My hips ground into mattress, gradually at first, then with more pronounced coital movements as Norma's hand & fingertips teased & tormented me.

"You are a naughty boy, aren't you," Norma purred as she dipped a finger into the cream & brought it back down to the valley of my moon, twirling it deep within & around the very rim of my most private opening.

"Yes! Ohh, yessssss!" I hissed, rising on my knees & glorying in the feel of Norma's other hand reaching under & around me to grasp my throbbing cock. She squeezed & stroked it gently, drawing whimpers & groans of pleasure from me as I quickly soared to the brink of bliss. But...

With a sadistic sounding chuckle, Norma suddenly released my rod & delivered a sharp slap to my upthrust bottom, sending me sprawling back on my stomach & from the heights of pure pleasure to the depths of painful frustration.

Feeling Norma rise, I rolled onto my side & watched with pleading eyes as she straightened herself & steadily went about gathering up my magazines. Then, walking to the door, she paused a moment to smile back into my hungry, gawking gaze.

"You won't be needing these anymore," I heard her say with a trace a seductive sneer. "And I need to see just how naughty you are, don't I?"

I wanted to scream out that I was the naughtiest boy alive & beg Norma to come back to my bed & let me prove it to her. I swear I would have done anything she asked in return. ANYTHING! But I knew right then that I wanted to be Norma's beck & call boy, so I limited my pressing demands to whimpering pitifully & nodding like a coward.

Norma's smile softened with sympathy for an instant as her eyes slipped down to my young, diehard dick. Then she looked back into my eyes & said, "Sleep tight, William."

I did. On my stomach & like a log after pretending my hand was Norma's & shuddering through THE most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I would die from the shear pleasure of it, if not the amazing amount of life juice that shot of me as visions of Norma, Anne & me being bare bottom spanked like a naughty boy burst in my befuddled brain!!

But die, I didn't. On the contrary, I began to live life like I never had before.

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