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…
The next day, Leyla had made a decision. She wasn't sure it was a GOOD decision, but she was going to stick to it. As evening approached, she selected one of her favourite Powerwolf albums and cranked up the volume. Then, she sat down on the couch and waited for his response. She wasn't SURE her neighbour was actually going to try to spank her, but just in case, she had put on her shortest skirt and her cutest panties. They had pictures of teddy bears on them!
It didn't take long before she heard knocking on her door again. It was quite impressive that he could make himself heard over the music. She opened the door with an innocent smile. "Yes? Oh, hello, Dwayne! How are you?"
The man stared at her with a look in his eyes that spawned butterflies in her tummy. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Turn the music down," he growled.
"What?" She cupped her hand over her ear. "I can't hear you!"
Raising an eyebrow, he opened his mouth to respond, but he apparently decided that words would be wasted right now. Once again, he pushed past her and turned the volume down. He then turned to glare at her. "Young lady, what did I tell you yesterday?"
"I don't know." She shrugged and tried to look unconcerned, despite the sweat trickling down her back. "I wasn't paying attention either."
The man gaped at her, clearly shocked by such audacity, and Leyla had to stifle a giggle. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist in his iron grip, and his anger didn't seem as funny anymore. "I told you to leave the volume down, and that I had half a mind to put you across my lap and spank you," he said, his tone causing her to shiver. "And that's sounding like a really good idea right now."
Leyla felt an urge to apologize and promise to behave, but she managed to resist it. Tossing her hair, she glared disdainfully at him. "SPANK me? You wouldn't dare!"
Before she could blink, Dwayne had dragged her over to the couch. He sat down, and she found herself tumbling across his knee. A firm arm across her back kept her in place while an even firmer palm smacked down on the seat of her skirt. "Oh really?" he said as he continued to slam his hand down on her sensitive seat. "Wouldn't I?"
Leyla gasped, kicking her legs. This hurt even more than she had thought it would! "Hey," she yelped, wincing in pain. "You can't do this!"
"You are in no position to tell me what I can and can't do, little girl," he scolded in a deep, threatening voice that gave her a pleasant tingle between the legs.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, flattening her round orbs with every hard smack. His hand cracked down like a paddle, and the sting was unbelievable. He paused long enough to flip her flimsy skirt up, then continued the paddling on her cute little teddy-bear panties.
"Stop it," she replied indignantly. "Let me up!" She waited for him to compliment her on her excellent choice of underwear, but to her disappointment, he didn't. How rude!
"I'll let you up once you've learned your lesson, young lady," he lectured. "And it sounds like that will take some time! You seem like a young lady who's not been spanked nearly enough growing up – but I'm going to fix that!" And with that, he started to spank even harder and faster – which Leyla would have thought was impossible.
She squealed and squirmed, wriggling from side to side as her bottom burned. She tried to stand up or squirm away, but the arm across her back kept her in place, and she couldn't get anywhere. Every smack landed on her sore rear, right where he wanted to.
Then, he started to pull her panties down.
"No!" she squealed, grabbing the waistband and fighting to keep them on, though she knew she was bound to lose. "You can't pull my panties down!" It would be embarrassing for him to see her bare bottom, but she was even more worried that he'd notice the moist patch at the front of her underwear - despite the pain, she had to admit that it was sexy being completely under this stern man's power and at his mercy.
"You still think you can tell me what to do?" He chuckled. "You're not in charge here, young lady." He stripped her of her knickers and then continued the spanking on her bare bottom.
Leyla bucked and bounced over his lap, kicking her legs furiously. She'd never experienced anything like this. Her bottom stung like crazy, and the burning heat was incredible. Again and again, his hard hand slammed down on her soft skin, until she wondered if she'd ever sit again.
Finally, as she sobbed pitifully over his lap, too spent to struggle, he stopped. "Are you going to behave yourself, young lady?" he asked sternly as he rubbed her burning bottom.
"Yes, sir!" Leyla sobbed. Right now, she would say anything to please him.
"Are you going to turn the music down?"
"Yes, sir! I promise!"
He lifted her up, and she jumped from foot to foot, rubbing the sting from her burning bottom. He chuckled as he watched her spanking dance, but Leyla didn't care. The only thing on her mind was trying to soothe her blistered behind.
After a few minutes, he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. She was still rubbing her rear, too sore to worry about the fact that she was standing in front of him naked from the waist down. "Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"
"Yes, sir," she promised.
"Will I have to come back up here and repeat this lesson?"
"Probably," Leyla admitted, before slamming her hands in front of her mouth. She'd meant for that to be an INSIDE thought – she had no intention of revealing how she really felt.
For a few seconds, Dwayne stared at her, stunned. He glanced down at her still-moist sex, and she could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "Oh," he said quietly.
"That wasn't – I didn't – you couldn't –" Leyla tried to think of something that would fix the situation, but nothing came to mind. "I'm not… We can't –"
Dwayne placed his finger gently on her lips, shushing her. "So that's how it is, is it?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's a bit of a surprise, but if you want, I can come up here and spank you any time," he said kindly. "You only have to ask." Then, his voice became stern again. "However, if you keep me up with loud music and MAKE me come up here again… You will regret it. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she said, blushing as she wondered if she'd put herself in a world of trouble, or if maybe things had worked out all right in the end.
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