Sunday, 11 July 2021

The Student and the Landlady (F/F story)

 “So, you are interested in renting the apartment?” Cynthia asked the young woman.
 
“Yes, Miss Ellis,” Tracy replied. Tracy Everett was about twenty years old, with short brown hair and a slim frame. She wasn't a tall woman – in fact, she was half a foot shorter than Cynthia. But there was something about her that commanded respect, something that made her more intimidating than her young age and short frame would suggest.
 
“I've finished my bachelor's degree, and I want to get started on my Master's as soon as possible. This apartment is about as close to my new school as I can get.”
 
“Oh my, how efficient,” Cynthia replied. The woman was more than a decade older than Tracy, had blonde hair and a curvier body, and she also lacked the radiating confidence that the student had. She smiled at her new tenant, but there was something about the younger girl that made her slightly nervous, and she wasn't entirely sure what.
 
Cynthia had handed her the contract, and Tracy was thumbing through it. While she committed every last detail to memory, she also glanced at her new landlady, carefully studying her. The woman wore very conservative clothing, and little make-up. Her body was certainly one that could be shown off, but she chose not to. That was interesting. The woman's eyes kept looking at Tracy's body, but if she felt observed, she would look away, as if she was afraid of getting caught. Possibly not as straight as she imagined herself to be, Tracy concluded.
 
So her new landlady had an attraction to the female form she wouldn't admit to anyone, possibly including herself, and didn't seem to be particularly confident. The efficient student had learned all she could about Cynthia, and knew she'd been single for some time. Her conclusion was that, given the right stimuli, the woman would be very easy to dominate. Tracy had a feeling she would have great fun at this place.
 
“Consider the apartment rented, miss Ellis.”
Tracy decided to start her new take-over as soon as she had moved in. The first point on her agenda was cementing Cynthia's attraction to her. So she discarded her jeans for a pair of short, tight shorts, and an equally flattering shirt. And it wasn't long before she noticed the older woman's eyes on her whenever she thought Tracy wasn't looking. She decided not to confront her, and let Cynthia's interest blossom almost on its own.
 
Part two came a week or two later. Tracy spent a lot of time with her new landlady, since she didn't have a lot of friends in her new town, and Cynthia didn't have a lot of friends, period. The apartment lacked a washing machine, so the tenant would instead use Cynthia's. Tracy made sure one day that one of her sexier thongs made its way into Cynthia's wash.
 
A few hours later, Tracy lurked nearby as Cynthia folded her wash. As the woman found the thong, she held it up, blushing to herself as she let her fingers run over the fabric. It was quite clear she wasn't very used to seeing clothing like this.
 
“Ah, there it is,” Tracy said as she stepped out behind Cynthia, giving her landlady quite the shock. “I've been looking for that,” she said as she held her hand out. “May I have my thong back?”
 
Almost reluctantly, Cynthia gave it to her. “You must have put it in the wrong wash,” she said.
 
Tracy raised an eyebrow, staring at her landlady until the woman started to squirm slightly. “Are you saying it's my fault?”
 
“N-no, of course not,” the landlady replied.
 
“Good,” she replied as she left the room. She grinned to herself as she returned to her apartment. Things were progressing nicely. The woman seemed to recognize her authority.
 
The third part of her little trap came a month after the day she moved in. She knew Cynthia would be tending to the garden today, which would also include tending to the flower bed just outside Tracy's bedroom window. Today would be the day, Tracy thought to herself.
 
She undressed completely. Her main advantage over her landlady was physical attraction, and she had to employ every square inch of skin she had. She laid down on the couch, with her head away from the window, and got her favourite dildo from the little pink bag. It's show time, she thought to herself. Luckily, the window didn't face the street.
 
Her little friend got quite busy, but Tracy made sure she didn't get completely lost in pleasure. If her trap worked, she would have something far better than THIS to play with, but she needed to stay focused.
 
Soon, her ears picked up the tell-tale gasp from the window. She looked up, and Cynthia was staring open-mouthed in through the window.
 
Tracy glared at her, and beckoned her finger to indicate that she wanted the older woman to step inside. Cynthia blushed, but came. Tracy smiled to herself. Trap closed.
 
Tracy sat on the couch, arms folded angrily as Cynthia entered. Take control of the situation immediately, Tracy thought to herself. Don't allow her to call the shots.
 
"Cynthia, this invasion of my privacy was completely unacceptable. I can't have you peeping in through my windows like this."
 
Cynthia squirmed. "I didn't -"
 
"Don't interrupt me!" Tracy said. "Now, I'm well aware that you've been staring at my body before - yes, I've noticed it, it wasn't exactly subtle," she added at Cynthia's horrified expression.
 
Cynthia just stood there, head lowered in shame, hands fidgeting as if she didn't know what to do with them – and honestly, she didn't. Every ounce of authority she once had was gone. Tracy was sitting there, nude as the day she was born, while Cynthia was fully dressed, and yet, Cynthia was the blushing, nervous one.
 
"I think this deserves a real punishment, don't you?"
 
"What?" Cynthia said, surprised at the sudden question.
 
"Do you agree that you need to be punished?" Cynthia said slowly, as if speaking to a particularly dim child.
 
"Y-yes," Cynthia replied.
 
Tracy crooked her finger. "Come here, then." As Cynthia stepped closer, Tracy grabbed her hand and pulled her over her knee.
 
"What are you doing?" she cried out.
 
Tracy delivered a few hard smacks to the jeans-covered cheeks in front of her. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to give you a good spanking."
 
"You can't do this! I'm a grown woman!"
 
"Well, you certainly haven't been acting like it lately," Tracy told her.
 
"But -"
 
"No buts! Shut your mouth and take your punishment."
 
Cynthia whimpered, but didn't respond.
 
Tracy smiled as she smacked the cheeks in front of her again and again. This was even more fun than she had expected! Her hand was beginning to sting, though.
 
"I think it's time for these jeans to come down."
 
"No!" Cynthia squealed.
 
"No?" Tracy raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you. Now, get up and get those jeans down, or I'll go get a belt to really teach you a lesson."
 
Cynthia rose to her feet and started unbuttoning her jeans, wriggling her hips to get the tight jeans all the way down. As soon as she was finished, Tracy grabbed her arm and pulled the older woman back over her knee.
 
She pulled her panties down, smacking the now-bare cheeks from pink to a deep red. Cynthia was crying, and kicking her legs, all thoughts of shame gone from her, only thinking about the pain.
 
After what seemed like an eternity for Cynthia, Tracy helped her to her feet.
 
"Things are going to change around here, Cynthia. You've been a very bad girl, and it's clear you have a discipline problem. And if you can't behave on your own, it's clear that you need my guiding hand on your rear once in a while."
 
"But -"
 
"Don't argue. Tomorrow evening, at 8 o' clock, I want you to take your trousers and panties down, face a corner, and wait for me to punish you. If you fail to obey my instructions in any way, I will double your punishment. Is that clear?"
 
"But -"
 
"Is. That. Clear?" Tracy repeated, glaring at her landlady.
 
"Yes, ma'am."
 
"Good. Now, get dressed and get out."
 
The older woman restored her clothing, letting out a gasp as the rough fabric of the jeans touched her sore, well-spanked cheeks. She left, rubbing her rear end as if her life depended on it.
 
Tracy smiled. Life was good.

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