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Minnie and the Newly Weds

By Alfamann

A tale of young newly weds submitting to the demands of their female landlady. Despite the humiliation, their submission is consensual. No violence, no rapes. Just pure, off-beat eroticism.

Chapter 1

Peter and Angie were in love with life. At 20 years and 19 years respectively, they had made the crazy madcap decision to elope, against their parents wishes, move from rural Southern California where they were both raised and travel overseas. They had dreamed of travelling to New Zealand, and shortly after their Las Vegas matrimonial ceremony they flew out from LAX for the 12 hour flight, cuddling and kissing like two young kids on an exciting adventure, which is not far from the truth.

Having arrived in New Zealand, Peter and Angie headed to Lake Taupo where they knew they could find work in one of the many cafes or tourist activities that are abundant in this popular holiday destination. Having spent the first two weeks in backpackers’ accommodation they searched around Lake Taupo for a more permanent place to live. Responding to an ad in the local Taupo Times newspaper they were delighted to rent a large room in an upmarket apartment close to the lake.

Their new landlady, Minnie Davies, was a delight. A single lady in her mid-40’s, she welcomed Peter and Angie with open arms, and treated them both as if they were her own children. In fact, on occasions, Minnie would admonish them as if they were her younger infants, but she would always do if with a twinkle in her eye and loving smile, so that the newly weds would happily oblige by tidying up the dishes they had left in the lounge, or whatever their misdeed was. Anyway, coming from rural California, they knew they had a lot to learn about life. They never dreamed how much they were about to learn of life, what hidden desires one may harbour, and how these may be fulfilled.

Like any newly weds, Peter and Angie loved sex. Peter knew very little about the intricacies of foreplay, preferring to quickly ram his eager penis into Angie’s sweet, moist vagina. Angie would respond with powerful, noisy moans that built to a shuddering orgasm. It was quick and passionate, as may be expected from two young lovers.

It was Friday night and Peter and Angie were looking forward to the weekend after a long week working in the Replete Caf?. For once they both had the weekend off. After watching a movie on television with Minnie, the newly weds decided to head off to bed for a much needed sleep.

?Off to bed, then?? Minnie fixed her engaging smile on both of them. They both nodded and bid Minnie goodnight.

?I hope you are not planning to have sex tonight??

Minnie’s statement stopped both of them mid step. Had they heard correctly?

?What do you mean?? Angie managed to stutter.

?My dear, if they gave out Oscars for the noisiest orgasm, you would win hands down. Even the porn queens couldn’t compete with you.?

Angie could feel her face blush bright red. It was true. She knew she screamed while in the throes of orgasm. The noise came from deep within and she just couldn’t control herself. It was a primal scream of deep satisfaction.

?Well?? Minnie directed her question to Peter. Peter responded with a dumbfounded expression.

?Are you planning to have sex?? Minnie pressed the point

Peter shrugged shyly. ?I’m not sure,? he managed to whisper.

?Come here and stand in front of me.? Minnie beckoned to Peter.

For a moment he stood his ground before shuffling over to Minnie, his hands in his pockets and his head looking at his feet. He looked every bit the young lad about to get a scolding from his mother.

?Come closer? Peter stepped forward and now stood directly in front of Minnie.

Without warning Minnie reached out and unbuckled Peter’s belt.

?What are you doing?? Peter exclaimed anxiously, but made no attempt to move away.

Minnie ignored him. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Angie’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was witnessing. With aggression Minnie pulled Peter’s jeans to his knees, exposing bright blue boxers covered in pink hearts.

Minnie couldn’t help but smile. ?What lovely boxers. So?.tastelessly youthful?

Peter was more embarrassed than he had been in his life. He knew he could stop it all by moving away, but his feet felt anchored to the floor. To add to his utter humiliation his penis was reacting to the situation in a way it never should, and he knew his erection would be obvious to all to see.

With a wicked glint in her eye Minnie roughly pulled the boxer shorts down. Peter’s erect penis sprung into view. Peter did not dare to glance at his beautiful young wife. What must she be thinking?

? This delightful little fella is much too full of life,? Minnie stared into Peter’s embarrassed face, ?which for me means another night of disrupted sleep while your darling little wife screams her orgasmic heart out in blissful ignorance of others in the house.

Angie was angry. She was being treated like a child, and this woman had no right to be embarrassing her husband in this manner. She was about to mutter her disgust when events took a turn for the worse. Minnie brazenly reached out with her hand and wrapped it around Peter’s penis, then proceeded to stroke it, slowly at first before increasing the rhythm. Peter let out a low groan. He knew it was so wrong, but he was powerless to stop the events that were engulfing him.

His legs begun to buckle as he felt his orgasm build. His fit young body shuddered as the orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer. Minnie had placed her other hand over the end of his penis and he ejaculated into her palm. Minnie continued with long strokes until Peter was well and truly spent.

Minnie squeezed her hand into a fist. The sperm squelched between her fingers. She turned to a horrified Angie, and gave one of her charming smiles.

?Perhaps now I might get a good night’s sleep.?

Embarrassed beyond belief at what he had allowed to happen to himself, Peter pulled up his boxers and jeans and began to sidle out the room.

?Not so quick, the two of you,? Minnie’s voice carried authority. ?Do either of you own pyjamas??

Both shook their heads from side to side.

?I thought as much.? Minnie reached for her purse and took out $60. ?Tomorrow I want both of you to go out and purchase some modest flannelette pyjamas.?

?We don’t want your money, and we don’t want pyjamas!? Angie whimpered petulantly.

?You will do want Minnie requests, because I know you are both lovely young people who want to please, but just need some guidance. You are, after all, both very young.? Minnie placed the money in Peter’s hand. ?Now run along, and tomorrow night I want you both to report down to me, in your nice new pyjamas, before you go to bed.?

The newly weds quickly retreated, both in a state of shock. One of them was very angry, the other acutely embarrassed.

?How could you?? Angie could hardly bring herself to speak. Peter could only shrug. He had no understanding of why he had let himself be humiliated in such a manner.

It was a very quiet night, and needless to say there was no sex.

It was Saturday morning and Angie and Peter were surprised they had slept in late. After dressing they quietly made their way down the stairs, hoping that they may avoid the embarrassment of coming into contact with their landlady. To their surprise Minnie was in the kitchen and had breakfast and coffee ready for them. She was her normal bright and cherry self and chatted as if nothing had happened. Her only reference to the previous night was an offhand comment that she had had such a good nights sleep. Angie could not help but blush.

After breakfast the newly weds ventured into town to purchase some groceries for Minnie. As they strolled down the street they came across a shop that sold pyjamas. Both looked at each other. They had not discussed Minnie’s request.

?What harm is there?? Peter pleaded. ?If we don’t do as she asked we risk offending her and will then be out in the street. It is such a lovely place, and the rent is very cheap. We will never find anything near as good.?

?Whatever,? was Angie’s petulant response. The truth was she was so confused she did not know what to think.

However she did not resist when Peter led her into the shop, and they soon departed with what Angie thought were unflattering, baggy, striped, flannelette pyjamas.

That night they decided to take in a movie. There was nothing that either of them particularly wanted to see, but to Angie it was preferable to spending the evening with their landlady. When they got home they were dismayed to see that Minnie was still up. Silently the trudged up the stairs to their bedroom. As they undressed, Peter did not hesitate to put on his pyjamas. Angie frowned in anger and stormed into the bathroom, but when she returned a few minutes later she was wearing her new pyjamas, the cord around her waist pulled tightly as she feared her pyjama bottoms would fall down. Silently they made their way down the stairs.

They stood at the doorway to the lounge where Minnie was sitting.

?Night,? they both mumbled, and tried to beat a hasty retreat.

?Come in here and show Minnie your sweet pyjamas.? Reluctantly they both obliged, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

?Come over to me, Peter,? Minnie beckoned with her finger.

Peter hesitated, and glanced over to his darling young wife. ‘No’, she silently mouthed to him. Peter looked back at his landlady.

?Now, young man! Don’t make me come over and get you.?

Peter’s resistance evaporated. Before he knew it he was standing perilously close to the seated figure of his landlady.

Brazenly she reached out and grabbed Peter’s penis through his pyjamas. ?How is my favourite little penis tonight? Is it going to behave itself or does it need some relief to ensure I get a good nights sleep??

Peter tried to stammer that he was fine, but his penis quickly betrayed him. Minnie could not suppress a wry smile.

?Please drop those pyjama trousers now,? Minnie spoke quietly, as if her request was nothing more than asking him to pass the salt.

?No!? Angie cried out, ?don’t Peter?

?Now, don’t be jealous young lady. I’m not about to steal your man. As charming as Peter is, he’s not my type. I like to swing the other way, if you know what I mean.? Minnie was staring directly at Angie with piercing blue eyes. ?But you, my dear, I would love to eat.? Minnie laughingly licked her lips seductively.

Angie felt a shiver go up her spine. They had never seen their landlady with a male companion, but it had not dawned on them that she may be gay.

Minnie quickly turned her attention back to Peter. ?Drop them.?

Nervously he obeyed. When he loosened his pyjama bottoms they quickly fell to a heap on the floor, revealing his semi-erect penis. Minnie enveloped his member with her hand and squeezed tightly. Despite Peter’s discomfort his penis swelled to its full potential. It only took a few deep, hard strokes by his landlady before he erupted in orgasm. Peter groaned in deep satisfaction. Minnie again captured the squirting sperm with her free hand.

Turning to Angie she opened her hand and gazed down at the sperm, almost as if she expected little tadpoles to be swimming about.

?Go and fetch me a tissue, sweetie.? Minnie directed her request at Angie. Angie responded with a look of absolute disbelief. Her landlady had not only just masturbated her husband, but now was expecting her to fetch a tissue to clean off the sperm.

Despite her outrage, Angie found herself going to the kitchen and fetching the box of tissues. She threw them onto her landlady’s lap.

?Pick up the tissues, take one out, and wipe up your darling young husband’s sperm, unless you would rather lick it off my palm!?

Angie rapidly recovered the box of tissues, removed one and quickly began wiping up the sperm. She froze when Minnie reached out and grabbed her wrist.

?You really are a beauty.? Minnie made it sound like a genuine compliment, and Angie could not help herself from blushing. ?I really mean it. You are very beautiful.?

Chapter 2

That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie and stand patiently beside her chair. Angie would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Minnie had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).

Nonchalantly Minnie would reach out and grip Peter’s penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight.

If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Minnie would tilt her head and nod. She didn’t have to say anything. Peter would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.

Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Minnie’s hand. Angie knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.

Angie could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady’s hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights sleep. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Minnie had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Angie almost screamed in disbelief. ‘The cheek of the woman,’ she silently fumed. ‘She might have a hold over my husband, but she won’t control me!’

Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Angie saw her chance. For one of the few times Minnie had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Angie and Peter were in the lounge watching a movie. Angie went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Minnie’s car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Angie ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.

By the time they reached the bedroom Angie had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her

?No honey, we can’t,? Peter protested, ?Minnie told us we can’t have sex without her permission.?

?To hell with Minnie.? With that Angie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Angie was rightly well proud of her body.

Predictably, Peter’s resistance quickly melted away.  He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever.

Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of sleeping naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.

The next morning, which was a Sunday, Angie awoke late, and peered over at her still sleeping husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Peter and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Minnie in the kitchen she couldn’t help but give a self-satisfied smile.

?You look like the cat that just got the cream,? Minnie chirped.

‘If only she knew,’ Angie thought smugly to herself

Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Minnie was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jefferson Parker novel. Peter and Angie showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Peter went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night’s sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.

He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Peter glanced over at Angie and frowned. Angie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity Minnie put her book down and looked up at Peter, before slowly shifting her gaze to Angie. Angie could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.

?Come over here, Angie.? Minnie beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Peter.

Angie briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Minnie’s perfume, but didn’t have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn’t be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Peter to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.

?Look at me, Angie,? Minnie’s voice was quiet but carried authority. Angie forced herself to look up at her landlady.

?You had sex last night.? It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.

Peter opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Minnie raised her hand.

?I am talking to Angie. Please don’t lie to me, young lady.?

?What if we did,? Angie suddenly responded petulantly, ?you might think you control our sex lives, but you don’t, you know.?

?Did I not say to you that you needed my permission before you could have sex??

?I’m not asking you if I can??

Minnie interrupted her mid sentence and patiently repeated her question.

Angie wanted to be strong but she could feel her resistance melting away like ice on a hot day. She had this horrible feeling of inevitability in her gut.

?Well, did I?? Minnie continued to push for an answer

?Yes,? Angie responded in almost a whisper.

?Go to my bedroom and get the wooden hairbrush off the top of my dresser.?

Angie’s eyes opened as wide as saucers and she stared at her landlady incredulously.

?Now, girl! If I have to go and get it myself you will certainly regret it.?

Angie whimpered and her bottom lip pouted. The walk to the bedroom felt like a trip to the gallows. The hairbrush sat on the dresser. It looked huge and foreboding. ‘Surely she is not going to do what I am fearing she might do,’ Angie’s mind raced. She had been smacked by her stepfather as a thirteen year old when she had sneaked out of her bedroom one night to go to a party she had been forbidden to attend, but she was only a girl then, not the full grown adult she is now. ‘Adult woman don’t get spanked,’ she rationalised to herself.

?Hurry up, young lady!?

Minnie’s voice made her jump. She had been staring at the hairbrush in a trance. With great reluctance she picked it up. It was heavy in her hand. Slowly she made her way back to the lounge. She tried to muster her courage; the inner strength she felt she possessed, but it had abandoned her. Resuming her place beside Peter, she held out the hairbrush which Minnie took from her and placed on her lap.

?Take down your pyjama bottoms.?

Angie’s heart began to beat even more frantically. She tried to muster her courage.

?No, I won’t. You can’t make me!? Even to herself her voice sounded like a petulant whine. She felt like the 13 year old all over again.

It all happened so quickly that Angie did not even have time to react. Minnie bounded to her feet, hairbrush firmly gripped in her left hand. With her free hand she took hold of Angie’s arm and swung her side on. Without any hesitation Minnie took to the young lady’s backside with the hairbrush. The smacking noise filled the room, followed quickly by Angie’s howls of shock and pain. She began prancing up and down and frantically tried to pull away but her landlady held her firmly in place with surprising strength. Peter had stepped back in surprise, his mouth wide open. He had never witnessed anything like this before.

After a flurry of spanks on her backside, Angie began sobbing real tears. She pleaded with Minnie to stop.

?Will you do what you are told?? Minnie demanded.

?Yes, yes!? Angie blurted out between sobs and screams.

?Say ‘Yes, Mummy’? Minnie continued to spank her.

?Yes, Mummy!? Angie didn’t care what she said if it would stop that wicked hairbrush reigning down on her poor bottom.

The spanking stopped, and Angie wiped the tears rolling down her cheek. She could not believe what had just happened to her. Minnie sat down and crossed her arms, a satisfied look on her face. She stared patiently at Angie.

Angie could not believe the act of undressing could be so gut wrenching and humiliating. She was use to being nude, and in fact sometimes liked to flirt her nude body in the women’s dressing room when she was at a big swim meet. Most of the girls would go into the shower cubical to take off their swimming suits after a race, but Angie would strip off at the far end of the dressing room and brazenly stroll down to the shower. She liked the feeling of some girls stealing an admiring glance at her body as she passed by.

But this situation was far different; being forced to take off her pyjama bottoms while standing directly in front of a relative stranger was so humiliating. It was then that Angie remembered that her landlady had professed to being gay and she had to force herself not to run away in shame.

With great reticence she untied the cord to her pyjamas, took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then let her trousers fall to the floor. She was thankful that her pyjama top was long and would cover her pubic triangle, but her landlady was not about to let her off so easily.

?Lift your pyjama top up to your waist and hold it there.?

?Noooo!? Angie pleaded

Minnie picked the hairbrush up from beside her chair and began to stand up. This quickly sprung Angie into action. She gathered her pyjama shirt and lifted it up slightly.

?Higher,? Minnie demanded.

Angie could feel herself blushing with shame. She lifted her shirt higher and knew that her pubic region was totally exposed to her landlady.

Minnie sucked air in between her teeth, obviously enjoying the sight that had been reluctantly revealed to her. ?How delightful. Delicate milky skin topped off with a thick thatch of beautiful pubes. I would have taken you for being blond all over that sweet body of yours.?

It was true. Even though the hair on her head was naturally a light blonde, her pubic hair was pitch black. She thought it was pretty neat to be a bit different, but right at this moment all it did was add to her embarrassment.

?Get over my knee.?

?Please don’t punish me again,? Angie pleaded, ?my bottom is so sore. Please!? Angie remembered how Minnie had asked her to call her Mummy when she pleaded for the spanking to stop. ?Please?please Mummy, don’t spank me again. I realise I have done wrong.?

The use of ‘Mummy’ made Minnie smile, and obviously caused her to reconsider. ?Alright my little darling, I won’t spank you again tonight?

?Oh, thank you, Mummy,? Angie decided to reinforce the good impression she had made by addressing Minnie in the same manner again. Even though it felt totally weird, she would say anything to avoid the hairbrush.

?Not tonight, But you are still owed a spanking and you will receive it tomorrow night. Now off to bed the both of you?

Angie’s heart sank, but she did not have the courage to protest unless her landlady changed her mind and decided on further punishment tonight.

When the newly weds got to bed they spoke very little. Both were too shell shocked to try and rationalise what had happened to them in recent weeks. They knew they could pack their bags and go to the backpackers until they found somewhere else to live, but for some bewildering reason neither of them raised the subject. Peter reached over and sympathetically rubbed her tender bottom as they drifted off to sleep. Any thoughts of further illicit sex were well and truly off the menu.

The following day, Monday, both Peter and Angie were working at the caf?. Angie was thankful of the distraction as it took her mind off the spanking Minnie had promised her. Her mind kept straying back to the events of the night before, trying to make sense of it, but it was too bewildering for her to comprehend so she forced herself to think of other matters. She found herself thinking of her own Mother, Stepfather and her younger sister. Her Dad, who was an alcoholic and violent when drunk, had thankful left when Angie was nine, and her Mum had remarried a couple of years later. Her Step Dad was strict, but very fair and loving. Angie knew that her family would be worried about her. She had never said goodbye, but had left a note to say her and Peter were eloping and going to New Zealand. For the first time she felt guilty, and just a little homesick.

The day dragged by for the newly weds, and in the evening that sat silently in their bedroom and read. Both avoided any conversation of what had happened the night before, or what was likely to unfold tonight.

Chapter 3

Angie reluctantly looked at the clock on the wall. It was passed 10.00pm and she knew she could not put off the inevitable any longer. Both had already showered and changed into their pyjamas. With a heavy sigh, Angie stood, took Peter by the hand, and led him down the stairs.

With great trepidation they snuck their heads around the doorway into the lounge. They half hoped their landlady may have gone to bed, but there was to be no such luck tonight. She was seated in her favourite chair, deeply absorbed in her book.

Without looking up Minnie spoke quietly, ?Come in my darlings, take off your pyjama bottoms, and stand in front of me.?

?Both of us?? Peter enquired 

Minnie looked up from her book and smiled, ?Yes my dear, both of you.?

Neither thought of refusing her request. For some totally weird reason it seemed as if they had no choice other than to submit. Quietly they both removed their pyjama trousers, and then stood awkwardly, covering their pubic regions with their hands. Peter took the lead and walked over to stand in the front of Minnie. Silently Angie followed.

For what seemed an eternity they were left standing in front of her, naked from the waist down. Finally Minnie exaggerated the act of closing her book and with a big sigh putting in on the table beside her.

?Right my dears, who is to be first??

Peter’s jaw dropped. It had not occurred to him that he was also to be punished. He just assumed it was going to be Angie, and he was going to have to endure the agony of watching. He now realised he was going to experience the agony first hand.

?No volunteers. Right, Peter you are up first. Go and fetch my hairbrush.?

Peter did not have it in himself to protest. He also knew that he was equally to blame for them having had illicit sex. Meekly he shuffled to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Now that he was holding it for himself, it looked to be even more of a fearsome object than the last time he had seen it.

With great difficulty he handed over the hairbrush. He had never been punished like this before, by being spanked. Up to now his experiences at the hands of his landlady had been pleasurable. More pleasurable than he could ever bring himself to admit to Angie. Even though he was as humiliated as hell by submitting to Minnie’s fondling of his penis, in some way it made his orgasms even more intense than ever. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend it.

Before he had a chance to even think about it, Minnie had hold of his arm and pull him over her thighs. He could not believe how vulnerable he felt. Just as quickly the smacks of the hairbrush starting reining down on his exposed rear. He yelped like a puppy, from the mixture of surprise and pain. He had never experienced anything like it before. He tried to be a man and hold back the tears, which he managed to do just, but could not suppress his loud sobs. In no time at all his backside felt like it was on fire, and he found himself pleading to his landlady for forgiveness.

Finally the spanking ceased and Peter tenderly pulled himself off his landlady’s lap. He tried to contain his sobbing, while at the same time rubbing his backside in a futile effort to dull the pain

Minnie looked over at a very apprehensive Angie, gave her an engaging smile, and then patted her lap in a clear sign that it was now Angie’s turn to take her punishment.

Angie felt small and vulnerable, like a young child. She did not want to be spanked, but despite her apprehension she was surprised that the thought of being smacked was not as abhorrent to her as she felt it should be. These conflicting emotions confused her, however she was given no time to dwell on it. Before she knew it she was lying across Angie’s lap, and after having her position briefly rearranged so her buttocks were nice and high in the air the smacks began to rain down. For what seemed like an eternity to Angie her rear was pummelled with a flurry of strong blows.

She quickly gave up any pretence of being a mature adult, and she let her tears flow freely as she howled in pain. Just when she felt it would never end, it did. Angie allowed herself to slide off her landlady’s lap and onto the carpet, while clutching her battered buttocks.

After being given a few minutes to compose themselves, Minnie made both of them stand in front of her. Secretly she could not help but admire the sight before her. Two gorgeous young adults, tear-stained faces, naked from the waste with glowing red buttocks.

?Have you two learnt your lesson.?

The newly weds both nodded without hesitation.

?I can’t hear you,? Minnie held her hand to her ear to emphasise the point.

?Yes,? they chorused

?Yes, what?? Minnie persisted.

After a brief hesitation Angie responded, ?Yes, Mummy.?

?Peter??

?Yes, Mummy.?