Curious college girl 2 (M/F story)

It had been a month since Angus had ended up taking his college housemate Tommie over his knee and given her a sound spanking, and things had really improved. Tommie had started cleaning up after herself, being more mindful of him and his feelings, and stopped playing loud music at night, and all that was required on Angus' part was that he occasionally pulled down her trousers and panties, placed her over his knee, and blistered her bottom. He was very happy with their arrangement – but not nearly as happy as she was. There was an infectious grin on her face at practically all times, as she had finally found what she had yearned for all these years.

If they were outside, he would swat her rear end whenever they were alone and unobserved. She'd blush and giggle, grinning mischievously until they could get back to the flat. If she did something he disapproved of, a stern warning whispered in her ear was enough to make her back down and apologize for whatever it was she had done – which had earned him a grateful, relieved smile from a few shop assistants she'd been behaving uncivilly towards.

He wasn't entirely sure why it helped to threaten her with a good spanking when she enjoyed them so much, but it worked, so he had decided not to question it.

One day, he was sitting on the sofa watching an old movie, when Tomme approached him. She was fidgeting, staring at the floor to avoid having to look him in the eyes. He raised an eyebrow – she was usually far more eager when asking for a spanking, so this was probably about something else. She hadn't been this nervous even before her first spanking. "M-may I talk to you, daddy?" She always called him 'daddy' in the flat – he hadn't heard his name from her lips in weeks unless they were in class or the store or something.

"Of course, Tommie. Sit down and tell me all about it," he said, turning off the TV. He'd expected her to find a spot next to him on the couch, so it came as a surprise when she chose to sit in his lap instead. He placed a comforting arm on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile as he waited for her to start.

She bit her lip, unsure of how to begin. "I've been thinking about… something naughty lately."

He tutted, giving her a stern look. "What have you done, Tommie?"

"Nothing," she insisted, blushing. "I've just been thinking about it."

"I see," he said. "And I guess you think that a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom will make you not want to do it?"

She blushed even more, squirming. "Quite the opposite, daddy. Being spanked makes me really, really want to do it." He gave her a puzzled frown, wondering what in the world she could be talking about. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, finally blurting out "Daddy, why haven't we slept together?"

Eyes squeezed shut, she whimpered, worried about how he'd react. Finally, her curiosity overcame her, and she opened one eye a tiny bit to peek at him. Angus was staring at her, a shocked expression on his face. This was clearly not what he had been expecting.

"… That's something you'd like?" he eventually stated flatly. This would certainly be one memorable conversation.
She nodded, her face still fire-engine red. "You must have noticed… uhm…" She waved her hand vaguely towards her crotch.

"How wet you get when I spank your little tushy? Of course, but I wasn't sure whether …" He shrugged. "I thought you liked it when I tucked you in and kissed your forehead."

She nodded. "I do, daddy. I love it!" she told her housemate. "But we don't have to do it like that every time, do we? Couldn't we sometimes do… um… something else?"

Angus wasn't sure how to phrase his feelings, so he decided to show her instead. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her backwards, planting a kiss on her lips. Surprised by his sudden move, she instinctively tried to push him back, before realizing what was going on and immediately and happily submitting. His lips felt far nicer than she'd hoped.

They had to stop when they ran out of air. When he got his breath back, he grinned lasciviously at his housemate. "I think my little girl needs a good, hard spanking… and then something else that's hard." She glanced down at the growing bulge in his trousers, grinning as she ran to the bedroom to change.

He waited for a few minutes to give her time to prepare, then rose and entered her bedroom. She was wearing her new favourite pyjamas – a pair of dropseats with the text "You could always spank me! Then we'd both feel better." When she brought them home, he'd wondered where she'd found them, but she had refused to tell him.

"I'm surprised you picked your dropseats," he commented. "The other pyjamas give more access when I pull the bottoms down. After your spanking, I'm going to have to strip you naked, you know."

She nodded. "Yes, I know…Is that going to be a problem for you?" she asked worriedly.

He chuckled. "Not at all."

He picked her up and placed her over his knee. She giggled, always pleased when he carried her around. The manhandling just highlighted how much he was in charge.

Slowly and methodically, to build the tension, he unbuttoned the flap on her pyjamas, lowering it to reveal her pale, round cheeks. He started to rub, grinning as the goosebumps formed under his hand. "I'm going to spank you until you can't sit for a week," he threatened.

"You always say that, yet you never do," she pouted, wriggling her rear end. "It's one day, at most."

"Well, this time, I mean it."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure you do."

Not entirely happy with her attitude, he decided that there would be no warm-up today. He lifted his hand and started to smack her bottom soundly, and she squealed and squirmed as the spanking began.

Wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her in place, Angus spanked her hard and fast. He'd given her enough spankings to perfect his approach, moving from cheek to cheek as he covered every inch of her writhing rear end.

His hand was a blur as it whacked down on her soft skin, and she howled and yelped as the sting grew. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have found such a skilled spanker – and under the same roof as well. He was always there, willing to take her over his knee and thrash her whenever she wanted and needed it. She would have to find a way to thank him for that. Nothing she had done far had seemed sufficient for his kindness.

It had been about ten minutes of hard, non-stop spanking, and his hand was beginning to sting. Luckily, Tommie was thoughtful enough to keep a well-stocked arsenal nearby, so he reached out for the wooden spoon that she always kept in her nightstand drawer. She watched him pick up the spoon, and her tummy did flipflops. "Daddy, I'm not sure that's entirely necessary, I haven't  - ouch! Daddy, not so hard!"

He ignored her protests. Most of the time, they were not genuine, and even if they were, she didn't get to decide how long and hard she was spanked. She had long ago decided that would be his job, and they weren't going to change their mind about that.

The wooden spoon made dark spots on her already-red behind, and he knew she would have some beautiful blisters to savour in the days ahead. She screamed, sobbing pitifully with every smack, but he continued to blister her.

She was growing wetter and wetter, and his own arousal was also increasing. Finally, once her bottom was bright red, lighting up the room, the decided to move on to other activities. He placed the sobbing girl down on the bed and started to undress her. Despite the pain, she smiled joyously up at him as he unzipped the pyjamas and slowly removed it, revealing the naked woman within.

Once she was fully nude, he began to stroke her between the legs, grinning as he watched her squirm. "Please, daddy. Let me have it."

"Well, since you asked so nicely…" Taking down his trousers and boxers, he pulled out a condom, slipping it on before entering the wet, willing, well-spanked woman.


The next morning, they lay in bed together, and she was resting her head on his chest. "I guess those naysayers who said we couldn't live together without having sex were right," she giggled. "I wonder what they'd say if they found out."

He shrugged. "Most of our classmates thought we were already sleeping together, so they'd say what they're currently saying."

She frowned. "Why would they assume that?"

"Well, we spend a lot of time together, and I whisper in your ear a lot when you're acting like a brat. Besides, you did call me 'Daddy' in front of most of them."

"No, I didn't!" she insisted. "You're Daddy in private, not in public."

"Remember Jim's party? The one with the togas?"

She smiled at the memory. "Of course I do, that was fun! I was – " Her eyes widened. "Oh God! I did! I called you Daddy in front of our classmates!" She blushed redder than he'd ever seen her, before burying her face under the duvet. "I'm so sorry! Oh, I can never leave the house again! What will they think of me? What will they think of YOU!"

He shrugged again. "They'll think I'm sleeping with my cute, bratty housemate – which is true."

"I'm not cute," she said, pouting.

He tutted. "No lies, young lady, or I'll have to put you across my knee and spank your butt. You wouldn't like that, would you?"

She grinned. She really was in heaven, and she suddenly decided she didn't care who knew it.