“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.
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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