Pete noticed a subtle change in the girls' demeanor after their last discipline session. He saw them come and go as they always had, but when they saw him, they all three seemed much more shy then they had been before. He attributed this to the fact that he had bared Lana and Laura's bottoms and paddled them with his hairbrush until they were crying. But Linda had not been spanked, and yet she too seemed to avert her eyes when she saw him. He was working in the front yard, weeding the flowerbed by the fence Wednesday afternoon when he heard voices on the other side. He stopped working and listened. It was Laura and Linda. One was arriving, and the other leaving for class (he wasn't sure which) and they had struck up a conversation.
After some smalltalk, Linda asked, "So, how are you feeling? I mean, after... you know..."
Laura answered, "Better. It hurt for a day or two."
"Was it worse this time? I mean... on the bare?"
"It was embarrassing." Her voice trailed off. Like she was leaving a thought unfinished.
"I... It was... I mean... watching you get spanked was..."
"Yeah. It hurt getting paddled... but..."
Pete felt a thrill at listening in on this conversation. He had seen the unmistakeable wetness on both Lana and Laura when he was done spanking them, and he had seen Linda squirm in her seat. They were admitting to each other now that they enjoyed him spanking them!
Lana came out of the house and joined them briefly, changing the conversation abruptly. Lana and Laura headed off to class and Linda went in the house. With that, Pete was alone again, and returned to his weeding chore.
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Later that afternoon, Pete was sitting in his living room reading the paper when he heard a knock at the door. He answered it to discover Linda standing there. He invited her in and offered her a chair across the coffee table from his. He asked, "Can I get you something to drink, perhaps?"
"No thanks."
He sat down and smiled, "Well, it's always nice to see you. What's on your mind?"
Linda blushed and looked nervously away from Pete. She started to fidget a little as she began to speak, "I want to talk with you about... um... Sunday...." She bit her lip as her voice trailed off.
Pete put on his warmest, most patient smile, "About our weekly sessions?"
Linda nodded. Pete continued, "You escaped being spanked, Linda. You should be happy about that."
Linda smiled weakly and spoke, "I am... sort of..." She shifted in her seat as she continued, "I want to tell you a secret. I know I can trust you."
Pete nodded, "Of course, Linda. What is it?"
"I... I look forward to Sunday. I think the other girls do too. I am not sure, but I think maybe Lana and Laura were trying a little to get demerits last week..."
Pete smiled and said, "I know, Linda. I could see their reaction last week after they were spanked. And I saw you squirm a little too, Linda. Now, tell me the truth, Linda. Did you... do something about it when you got home afterwards?"
Linda blushed deeper and looked away and nodded.
"That's why you're here now, isn't it?"
Her eyes shot back to Pete in shock. She bit her lip and nodded again.
"Well, I think I can help with that, if you like, Linda. Now. I want you to stand in front of me."
Linda slowly stood up and walked over to Pete, standing with her hands in front of her. Pete could not quite believe his luck. He counted himself lucky that he managed to become the house disciplinarian for his three young tenants. And now one of them had come to him practically begging for a private spanking. He decided to go for broke. In his calmest, kindest voice, he said, "Now, Linda, I want you to take off your clothes."
Linda blanched and asked, "Everything?"
"Yes, Linda. Everything."
She stood there for a moment not moving. Pete wondered whether she would comply or not. Finally, she moved her hands slowly down to her waist and peeled her T shirt up and over her head and tossed it over to her chair. She kicked off her shoes and paused again. Her hands moved practically in slow motion down to her waist and she unsnapped and unzipped her pants, and then peeled them down past her hips down to her ankles. She bent over and pulled each pant leg and sock off her legs in turn before picking the jeans and socks up and tossing them too over to the chair. She stood in front of her landlord in her bra and panties for another moment before she bit her lip and reached behind her back to release the catch on her bra. It sprang free, and fell down her arms as she brought them in front of her again. As it fell, it freed her breasts. Pete could see the nipples were already hard. She tossed the bra on the chair and then reached down and peeled her panties down and off.
She stood in front of Pete, completely naked. He smiled and said, "Now come here, over my knee."
She stepped to his right side and lowered herself over his lap. He adjusted her until she was positioned just so, with her bottom perfectly placed just off his lap. Her toes and hands resting on the floor on either side of him. He patted her bottom with his right hand and asked, "Now, are you ready, Linda?"
Her voice quavered slightly as she replied, "Yes."
He began to spank her with a quick cadence. Not too hard, but hard enough to have her full attention. Her head shot up with his first spank and she started a rhythmic series of "ooh," "ouch," and "aagh" responses after each. She kept this up for only a few seconds before she started to sob quietly as he continued raining fiery spanks down on her bottom, coloring it pink. He kept spanking her until her cries were more or less continuous before he stopped. He started running his hands over her burning bottom, feeling the fire that he had kindled with his hand. He could see her feminine treasure between her pink ass-cheeks and could see the unmistakable signs of wetness between her nether lips. He dipped his fingers between her cheeks toward her steaming sex and she spread her legs in response, inviting him in. He ran his finger inside her lips, between her clit and sopping wet, warm cunt. She started to moan between sniffles. She started to rock with the rhythm of his fingers as he started concentrating on her clit, running tight little circles around it. Her moans started to take on a more urgent tone and began to be punctuated with breathy gasps. Pete finally stuck his thumb inside her, and flicked her clit with his index finger and she closed her eyes and clamped her thighs around his hand, crying out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. As she relaxed in the afterglow, Pete pulled his hand away from her sex.
He brought his hand to her shoulder and urged her to stand. She did, her hands automatically reaching back to rub her tender bottom. Pete stood after her and wrapped her in a hug. She buried her head in his shoulder, her naked breasts pressing into Pete's chest.
Pete broke away from her and said, "Now, is that what you needed, Linda?"
She looked in his eyes and nodded and said, "Yes. Thank you."
He said, "You're welcome, Linda. I'm always ready to help any of you girls any time." She turned to her chair with her clothes and got dressed. When she finished, she looked back at Pete and gave him a smile. Pete turned and walked her to the front door, watching her walk back home.
The rest of the week came and went and Sunday night arrived once again. Pete arranged the living room as he had the week before and waited for the doorbell to ring. It did right on time. Pete answered the door and to his surprise, the girls were standing there, each in a robe. He ushered them quickly in to the circle of chairs and after they took their seats, he spoke, "Girls, clearly something is up. Laura, why are the three of you dressed like that?"