Emma was eighteen and in her first year at university. She was lucky to be able to rent a room from Mrs Mason and felt it was pretty much like living at home. 

Mrs Mason was divorced, forty-three, and liked to rent out her spare room to students who were looking for a room with a single woman as their landlady, which students like Emma thought they would feel more comfortable with. 

Emma settled in quickly and liked Mrs M so much. However, that changed when, after just a few days there, Mrs Mason sat Emma down and said to her in what Emma felt was a somehow suggestive tone, “I was just checking your room, Emma, and found your vibrator. I can tell you that you won’t need that anymore, because I can help you there.” 

Emma was annoyed that Mrs Mason had been into her bedroom, but before she could say anything, Mrs Mason continued, “There is a much better way to deal with your feelings. I can show you if you want.” 

Emma was really thrown by the conversation, but suddenly was also intrigued, so she asked, “Okay then, Mrs M. How would that work?” 

Mrs Mason explained, “Well, when you do yourself in bed, you’re either in your nightie or undressed. So, first things first, duplicate that. So, get undressed.” 

Emma wasn’t sure that she really wanted to undress in front of Mrs M, but realised that she had nothing really to lose. So, shrugging her shoulders, and, with a smile, pulled her vest top over her head, folded it and put it on the table. She then put her arms behind her back and unclipped her bra, let the straps slide down her arms, caught the bra, folded it, and put it on top of her vest top. She then pushed her miniskirt down towards the floor, catching her knickers on the way, stepping out of them, folded her dress neatly and knickers once, and put them both on top of her other clothes. Although feeling a little bit embarrassed being naked in front of Mrs M, she reminded herself how she had done that so often when in the gym with people she didn’t know, so it wasn’t so bad. 

Once Emma was undressed, Mrs Mason went and sat on a dining chair and said, “Okay, Emma, now get yourself across my lap.” 

Emma was shocked, and asked, “What, like are you going to spank me, Mrs M?” 

Mrs Mason asked, “Are you still spanked then, Emma?” 

Emma blushed as she had never been spanked, although she had to admit to fantasising about exactly that when using her vibe. Still, she wasn’t going to admit to her desire on that front, although she felt herself blushing as she replied firmly, “No, Mrs M, I’m not spanked at all.” 

Mrs M smiled, wondering if the tone of voice Emma used and the fact that she blushed hid a desire to be spanked. Time would tell, she told herself, but for now she replied, “Don’t worry, Emma, only naughty girls need to be spanked. You are a good girl, and I think you are going to find that this will be far better than using your vibrator.” Mrs Mason allowed a few seconds to lapse before pressing Emma with, “Come on then, get across my lap.” 

Emma wondered if the reference to being naughty was a threat, although she reckoned she was reading too much into the comment. She focused on the instruction to bend across Mrs M’s lap, and, again supposed there was no harm in trying out whatever Mrs M thought was good for her. So, she eased herself down across Mrs M’s lap, and a few moments later actually felt quite excited seeing her own legs dangling under the far side of the chair, and, even better, Mrs M’s upside-down legs so close to her face. As she had never been spanked, she had never had the sensation of being in this submissive position before, and did get even more excited as she felt Mrs M rub her bottom in circles as though about to spank her. Emma couldn’t explain it, but the feelings of being under Mrs M’s control and in such a submissive position was somehow rather turning her on, and not so different to when she was about to diddle herself. 

Mrs M was smiling as she rubbed Emma’s bottom with her hand, and thought it was so easy to get Emma to go across her lap that she either must have been spanked before, or thought about being spanked. After all, it was such a common fantasy, although most never had the courage, or opportunity, to experience it, and regretted it. 

Emma was feeling more and more relaxed as Mrs M rubbed her bottom and the backs of her legs, as she heard Mrs M explain, “This is almost like a massage, Emma. In fact, your bottom cheeks and the backs of your legs are particularly sensitive areas which is why they are spanked when you are naughty. Then you get the pain, instead of the rather more sensuous feeling I suspect you are having.” 

Emma really was relaxed even though in such an upside-down position, and replied, “It certainly is a lovely feeling, Mrs M. Mind you, now that you’ve mentioned spanking me, are you going to do that as well?” She meant it as a joke, but waited anxiously for the reply. 

Mrs M continued to rub Emma’s bottom and the backs of her legs as she replied, “Only when you are naughty. Then, it will be my turn to tell you to go across my lap, just as you are now, and I will spank your bottom and legs. Mind you, once I have done that for quite a long time and you are crying, you will once again be a good girl, and before you get up, I will do this for you again” 

Emma really was relaxed as she tried to digest the answer, which certainly sounded like a threat to spank her, but then her mind was thinking sex as she felt Mrs M’s hands ease down between her legs, rubbing her hand up and down her inner thigh, and, just once, right up to her pussy lips. Emma found it all so erotic, and even wondered, because of Mrs M’s reference to spanking, whether this happening after a spanking would be even more sensuous. However, she stopped thinking about that as Mrs M ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips, eased her fingers inside her vagina, and within a few more seconds Emma exploded into a far more intense orgasm than she had ever given herself with her vib. 

Mrs M didn’t say anything as Emma calmed down after her orgasm, although she did continue to rub her bottom in circles, squeezing her bottom cheeks gently, and doing the same to the backs of her legs. She knew that Emma was very relaxed and had clearly enjoyed the sensation, and let her stay there a while longer before giving her a light smack on each bottom cheek and said, “Okay, Emma, you had better get up now.” 

As Emma stood, she was smiling and said hopefully, “That really was lovely, Mrs M. So, are you saying you will do that again?” 

Mrs Mason smiled back and replied, “Yes, Emma. All you have to do is ask me to put you across my lap. I will agree, you will get undressed, and we will go from there.” 

So that was what happened several times over the next two weeks. However, as Emma relished the sensuous feelings, Mrs M kept mentioning how it would be even better after a spanking. However, only naughty girls got spanked, Mrs M added. All of that got Emma thinking that she really did need to find out whether Mrs M’s finger sex would be better after a spanking. Did she have the courage to ask Mrs M, she wondered? 

Mrs Mason felt the timing was right to show Emma the benefit of having finger sex after a spanking, and so, one day, when Emma got back from university, Mrs Mason spoke to her in a more formal stern tone saying, “Your room was untidy, Emma. I have told you about that and so I now need you to go across my lap, young lady, this time for a spanking.” 

Emma gasped, as she was about ask Mrs M to put her across her lap anyway. She had also almost convinced herself that she wanted to try being spanked first, and so Mrs M making the decision for her was even better. Being called, ‘young lady’, was an added turn on as well because it was a put down and sounded like being scolded because she had been a naughty girl. 

Emma was blushing as she quickly undressed although she was certainly pensive about being spanked. However, her concern soon disappeared as she realised that she was about to experience her desire to be spanked, and, as she stood in front of Mrs M, fully naked like she had been so many times already, this time she felt more aroused because she was just like the naughty girl she had dreamt of being but never was. When she saw Mrs M point to her lap, she once again eased herself down into the submissive and humiliating position that she now found so erotic. Even as Mrs M rubbed her bottom in circles, as well as running her hand up and down the backs of her legs, Emma was hoping the spanking would be as sexy as she had imagined. 

Mrs M had been working towards this moment since the first day that Emma had arrived. She had looked around her bedroom being very confident she would have a vibrator, and was delighted when she found it. She also practiced how she would try to convince Emma to bend across her lap for finger sex. It was something that was unusual, but that would be quite acceptable to anyone who had ever fantasied about being spanked. Mrs M had even found girls who had been spanked equally willing to take up that position again when promised finger sex, which was always going to be better than a vibrator. After all, you had to concentrate on what you were doing when using a vibrator on yourself, but, when someone else was fingering you, all you had to do was lie there and enjoy it with the unknown of just how she would bring you to an orgasm being part of the sensual feeling. 

So, as Mrs Mason looked down at Emma’s bottom, which she loved to caress so gently, she now intended spanking those so spankable bottom cheeks really hard. She pursed her lips as she raised her hand and brought her flattened palm down firmly on Emma’s far bottom cheek, and loved how her bottom surrendered to her hand, flattened, and then bounced back just as she brought her hand down on Emma’s near bottom cheek. Even as she heard Emma’s gasp, she continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, turning them both a lovely shade of red. Even though Emma’s room wasn’t really untidy, she still intended making this a discipline spanking so that Emma could understand just how it would increase her orgasm. 

Emma hadn’t expected Mrs M to spank her so many times, but, supposed, once over the initial shock, and once suffering the stinging pain, it really didn’t seem to matter that the spanking continued. She knew that her eyes were filling with tears and that she wasn’t so far away from crying, but, whenever she had thought about being spanked, she had assumed that that was exactly what would happen. She certainly didn’t mind her upside-down position because she was now so used to it when receiving finger sex from Mrs M, and she still loved to see her upside-down legs, albeit she wasn’t at the moment because her eyes were blurred. However, the one thing she definitely underestimated was the level of stinging pain that she was suffering, but having to be submissive and accept whatever spanking Mrs M decided she was going to give, and without any element of control herself, she certainly did find it seriously erotic and a real turn-on, although she couldn’t understand why. 

The reason Mrs M wanted to spank Emma, as she had previous lodgers, was because she was turned on by spanking the girls and got really wet when she did. She loved it when the girl submitted to her, bending across her lap when told to, and then staying obediently in place as they struggled to cope with the pain, which as always, they failed to manage to do and were reduced to uncontrolled crying. Of course, what she also knew was that by giving them finger sex afterwards they never held it against her and were even more willing to submit to another spanking because it really was true that the orgasm was much better because of the stinging cascading around their bottom and the backs of their legs. 

Whilst Emma had fantasied about being spanked, it was always for so-called disciplinary reasons for something that she had done, on purpose, and which was enough to justify being spanked. She had never seen it as foreplay to sex though, but now, even though she struggled to cope with the stinging pain, she also knew that her vagina was vibrating like it did only when she was really sexually excited and on the verge of an orgasm. However, she didn’t want to squeeze her thighs to bring on the orgasm yet because she wanted to accept every last spank that Mrs M gave her, reckoning that it would in itself give her an even better orgasm. 

When Mrs M started to spank the backs of her legs, Emma cried out even louder but still obediently lay there and took every spank. She knew she didn’t want to upset Mrs M, mainly because the finger sex was otherwise so great. Equally, as Mrs M told her this would increase her orgasm she really did want to find out. She just never expected the pain to be so great. 

Eventually, Mrs M was happy with the deep red colour she had turned both bottom cheeks and the backs of both legs, stopped spanking, and started to rub Emma’s bottom again in circles. As she did, she knew her own knickers were really wet as she listened to Emma’s continued deep crying sobs, but knew those sobs would stop soon. As Mrs M continued to caress Emma’s legs and started to ease her hand down Emma’s inner thighs, rubbing up and down, and brushing her fingers along her already damp pussy lips. Mrs M was pretty sure that Emma was on her way to an orgasm because she parted her legs and raised her bottom, inviting Mrs M to run her fingers right up and down her pussy lips. It was the sure sign that Emma was recovering from being spanked and was targeting her orgasm, and Mrs M’s justification for making the spanking so hard. 

Indeed, Mrs M was bringing Emma so nicely towards her orgasm as she eased her fingers inside Emma’s vagina. This was what she had done so many times and produced tremendous orgasms for Emma, but could tell from the way that she was breathing so deeply that she was sure that this was an even better orgasm. 

Emma knew that this was going to be quite sensational for her, but was no longer thinking why the pain added so much to the erotic feelings, but it did. So, as she raised her bottom, welcoming Mrs M’s fingers inside her, and felt her clit being flicked so deliciously, she told herself she would have to earn another spanking to experience this again to be sure that it was the pain that was making this the best orgasm she had ever had. 

As Emma exploded on Mrs M’s lap, so Mrs M continued to caress Emma’s sex juice-covered pussy lips and hair mound, making a mental note to suggest that Emma shave her pussy lips because that would make her orgasms even better. She was also happy that Emma had really enjoyed this experience, although there was always that moment of hesitation when Mrs M told herself not to jump to a conclusion, but to check carefully afterwards just how Emma felt about being spanked. 

Even as Emma relaxed afterwards, she loved the feeling of being across Mrs M’s lap in the perfect position to be spanked, and so definitely wanted to experience it all again. 

Once Mrs M was satisfied that Emma was now breathing calmly, she gave Emma a friendly smack on each bottom cheek and said, “Okay, Emma, you can get up now.” 

Emma pushed herself up and turned and looked at Mrs M, trying to smile but realising that her eyes were still tear-filled, and she also rubbed her bottom cheeks and stepped from foot to foot. She once again felt like Miss Naughty but found the whole experience the best she had ever had. Even as she stepped from foot to foot, she said, whilst sniffing back tears, “It really was the best, Mrs M. We must do it again, please, please, please.” 

Mrs M knew that was a stronger reaction than she usually got, so was delighted and was now sure that she would spank Emma again. Mrs M also knew that her own knickers were really wet as she was so turned-on by spanking Emma, and that she needed to go to her bedroom and finger herself to her own orgasm. It wasn’t something she would ever ask Emma to do because she had to maintain the control that she was going to impose on her to ensure that she spanked Emma even when Emma didn’t want to be spanked, knowing that that produced even better orgasms for them both. 

In fact, what with Emma’s orgasm and Mrs M’s really damp knickers, both were extremely excited about the prospect of repeating today’s experience, Emma not minding whether she was naughty or a good girl, and Mrs M being quite happy to find fault even if it wasn’t there.  

Mrs M asked, “So, Emma, being spanked first was good?” 

Emma had already made the immediate decision and requested effusively, “It was the best ever, Mrs M. Please, Mrs M, always spank me really hard in future before giving me my orgasm.” 

Mrs M loved the fact that Emma had realised the benefit of being spanked first and smiled as she replied, “Yes, Emma, of course I will.” 

Well, they both got what they wanted.  

After that, Emma even loved getting back to the house each day and not knowing if Mrs M was going to order her across her lap, and she had flutters flying around her vagina as she walked up the path. 

Mrs M loved the element of control she had over Emma and thought every landlady should have that control over her tenant. 

As the spankings got longer and harder, Mrs M’s knickers got wetter and wetter as she loved giving a spanking. Emma was more and more turned on, got better and better orgasms, so she always looked forward to the next spanking and finger sex more and more, because every time Emma ended up with the most fabulous orgasms, which justified the pain of the spanking.  

In this way, they both got what they wanted and needed. How good was that, they lovingly told themselves?