The flatmate's boyfriend (M/F story)

As Ellie entered the flat, one large bag of groceries in each hand, she could hear high-pitched and indignant squeals coming from her flatmate's bedroom, accompanied by stern, deep scolding and some rather loud smacks.

"Spanked again?" she muttered to herself, grinning. "I wonder what she did this time." Ellie went to put the kettle on; she wanted a cup of tea as soon as possible, and considered it likely that one or both of the people in that bedroom wanted one as well.

When Paula first moved in, she and Rory had tried to keep their kink secret from her flatmate. He would only punish Paula if he thought Ellie was out of the flat, and he never made any obvious spanking threats while Ellie was in the room – just comments like "We'll discuss this later" or "I need to talk to you about that."

Eventually, however, they discovered that Ellie wasn't as blind as they thought she was, and that she'd known about their activities for some time. However, they also realized that Ellie didn't care what happened in Paula's bedroom, provided that it STAYED in the bedroom, and that they never made any inappropriate noise when she had visitors. The couple found these rules to be very sensible and easy to follow, so they readily agreed.

Now, about once per week, she would overhear Paula being scolded, bared from the waist down, placed face-down across her boyfriend's lap, and spanked until she was sobbing and promising to be good. Ellie found it strange, but harmless, as long as Paula consented – which she did, enthusiastically.

Ellie had been reading a book in the comfy chair for about half an hour when Rory entered the room. "Oh! Hi, Ellie. I didn't realize you'd come home. I hope we didn't –"

She waved it off. "I've told you before, don't worry about it." She sipped her tea. "What did she do this time?"

"Hm? Oh, she has an essay for one of her college classes. I asked her if she'd finished it, and she told me she hadn't – and she sassed me!"

Ellie chuckled. "Yes, she has a bit of a mouth sometimes, doesn't she? By the way, I put the kettle on when I arrived, but you should probably turn it back on if you want a cup. Do you think Paula will want one?"

Rory re-heated the kettle and poured himself a cup. "She probably does, but right now, she's standing in the corner and thinking about what she's done. I'll bring her one when her punishment's over. She can drink it while we cuddle."

Paula had once told her flatmate about her corner time punishments – she had to stand with her nose against the wall and her hands on her head, with her bare, burning bottom visible for anyone to see. It sounded extremely humiliating, but it was probably quite fun to watch. Ellie wondered idly if she'd ever see her flatmate being punished.

Loud music (M/F story)

Leyla was dancing on the couch of her new flat, singing along at full volume to the music as she shook her tail enthusiastically. Once or twice, she even came close to hitting the right note. Suddenly, she became aware that someone was knocking at the door. She opened it to find a tall, middle-aged man with a grumpy look on his face.

"You're Leyla, right?" he said, speaking loudly to be heard over the music. "I'm Dwayne. I live below you." His voice was surprisingly deep.

The student smiled. "Nice to meet you, Dwayne. How can I help you?" she said brightly.

"You can turn that music down," he responded calmly.

Leyla stared at him. "Hey! I don't turn my music down for ANYONE, mister!"

"It's late, and I have work tomorrow," he said with a sigh, his voice revealing how tired he was. "Is this your first time living in a flat, with neighbours above and below you?"

Before starting college, Leyla had been living in her parents' farmhouse – where the closest neighbours were hundreds of yards away.  However, she had no intention of admitting that to a man who'd just shown up at her door. "I'm not turning the music down," she said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"You need to learn respect for others, young lady," the man scolded as he pushed past her, finding the volume control on her stereo and turning it down.

Leyla gaped at him, wondering what offended her more – that he would lay a hand on her stereo, or that he'd call her "young lady" like she was some misbehaving child. She was twenty-two! "Y-you ca-can't…" She discovered that right now, she was too indignant for words.

She reached for the volume control to turn it back up, but he grabbed her wrist. His hand felt like steel. "Young lady, I have half a mind to put you across my knee and tan your backside," he growled. "I suggest you don't provoke me any further."

Leyla stared open-mouthed at him. Had he just threatened to spank her? Had she suddenly ended up in the eighteenth century? As she looked at him, she became acutely aware of the fact that the stern-looking man was more than a foot taller than her, and probably twice her weight or thereabouts. She suspected that if he wanted to take her over his lap, he could easily do it.

A spanking! Her mouth was dry, and her heart was trying to beat its way through her chest as she pictured herself bent across his knee with her bottom in the air. He wouldn't actually do it, would he? These days, you didn't spank women you'd just met. As a blush spread across her cheeks, part of her wanted to apologize to him, another part wanted to give him attitude and see what he would do, and the rest of her wanted to run and hide in the bathroom.

Before she'd made her mind up, he'd left her flat, closing the door quietly behind him.

Leyla spent some time sitting on the couch, his words replaying in her mind repeatedly as she pictured his bearded face glaring down at her. There was fascinating about her big, stern, scary neighbour, and she wondered what it would feel like to be punished by him…