Still extolling your great luck; coming home to your new apartment, [that you thought was the
Still extolling your great luck; coming home to your new apartment, [that you thought was the *find* of the century, because of it’s *exemplary* construction, the great location, not to mention, the *unbelievably* low rent] and finding a note from your landlady; to: See Her.You were about to find out why, there was still a vacancy in this *great* building.It seems you had a few guests come over for a party (a few times), come home in wee hours and disturbed *the neighborhood* (a few times), and when told you were in violation of the “agreement you signed on to” (something you never bothered to read), well, you weren’t exactly what could be called polite. Once in her apartment, the landlady handed you a copy of your rental agreement. And She pointed out the clauses that called for your *Immediate* order of eviction, for any One of your violations of the specific rules and codes (including Rudeness and foul language). Her *endless* lecture had the tone and quality of a mother’s angry admonishment of her child. And that’s how she made you feel.You begged her to give you “one more chance”, sounding every bit like a naughty little boy. That’s when she pointed out *the Alternative* clause. That’s the one that was put in there as an *option* to getting kicked out on the spot. Instead “a naughty tenant” would be “punished (as one would do to a *naughty child*), on the spot - The Bare Spot! “You Mean Get Spanked”, you said, incredulously. {So that’s why everybody wasn’t beating down the doors to live here. The word must have gotten out about That clause}.Before you could think about it, she took your begging to still be allowed to live here and be “a good boy” from now on, as assenting to “the alternative” punishment.Before you knew what was happening, your pants was pulled down, and you were secured [bare bottom] across her knee.The spanking you got was no joke, and shocked or not, she had you crying and begging her to “Stop”, Promising anything and trying to get her to agree to your *deal making*.When she eventually stopped and dumped you, unceremoniously on the floor, leaving you there, still crying unabashedly. When she returned, she had removed her dress, and was holding onto a large hairbrush.She stood by The Chair that was placed in the center of the room, and used by her to initiate the over the knee spanking she had given you, was about to used again.Your begging was ignored, and she was forced to snatch you by the ear and put you again n that juvenile spanking position. The hairbrush spanking you were given was anything but *juvenile* though. Before she was through, she had you bawling like a baby, and your speech was incoherent and unintelligible.You were stood up and put into a corner until she could continue her lecture and warnings. You thought further warnings were *unnecessary* though - As you made up your mind to Never {Ever] do anything to cause her to Spank you again.A worthy goal. But as you found out; Not so easy to hold to. The results of those meetings followed, pretty much, along the same lines as the the first; with one exception, corner time on the third *visit* was done in the hall, outside your apartment. It seems she didn’t much care who knew who was naughty enough to cause her to give a spanking. -- source link