My landlady can’t have been more than 30 and she was a slim, long legged, brunette. I’m Mike and to be fair she had made the rules crystal clear and I’d already been spanked by her for wanking in my bed. But I’d heard her on the phone to a friend agreeing to go shopping in town so I knew the coast would be clear.
I’d been dating Alison for a couple of weeks so I called her and asked her to come over as the house would be empty. She’d been as keen as me to take our relationship on a step so she arrived less than an hour later. We headed to my room and pretty soon we were naked and enjoying each other’s bodies.
I heard a noise downstairs but then it was quiet, must have been the postman. Seconds later Melanie, my landlady, knocked and without hesitation entered my room, catching us in bed together.
Melanie shook her head, “Mike, I’m disappointed in you. You know from your first week that I will punish you and for having a girl in your room you know it’s 12 strokes.”
She looked at Alison, “get dressed and leave my house.” Then to me, “Put on your underpants and come down to the kitchen.”
Alison wanted to know more but I suggested that unless she wanted to be on the receiving end of Melanie’s cane she would be well advised to leave immediately. She got dressed, stroked my cock, kissed me and left.
Before Alison had stroked my penis it was already hardening as I recalled my first punishment. Twelve strokes, oh well, it had been worth it.
I walked into the kitchen and was taken aback to find an attractive blond lady leaning against the breakfast bar. She smiled and I saw her eyes drawn to the tent in my boxers. I quickly brought my hands down to try to hide my erection but Melanie appeared from the hall swishing her cane and gave me a swipe across my hands, reminding me to put my hands behind my back.
“Mike, this is my friend Sarah. Sarah, this is Mike, my student lodger.”
“Hello,” smiled Sarah, again glancing at my crotch.
Melanie started to explain the situation to Sarah, telling her about the rules and what was now going to happen to me. I went scarlet with shame, Sarah was beautiful and I felt so embarrassed seeing her eyes take in my naked body before returning to the bulge in my boxers. I was pleased that my body was fit but I’d have preferred to be examined under different circumstances.
“Sarah, if you prefer you could go into the lounge until I’ve finished spanking Mike or you can stay to watch or help me if you like.”
Sarah took no time at all, “I’ll stay to help, no contest.”
Melanie laid the cane on the breakfast bar and put the leather strap she had previously used on my cock next to it. There was no way I would avoid getting my cock strapped, it was pushing hard against the material of my boxers as I awaited my fate.
“Right Mike, take off your boxers,” Melanie instructed me.
Reluctantly, I pulled them over my erection and dropped them to the floor.
Sarah’s eyes were on stalks and she moved closer, smiling.
Melanie placed a bar stool in the middle of the floor and told me to bend right over it, and to grab the cross piece on the other side. My legs were wide apart and I felt totally exposed.
“Don’t get up and don’t try to protect your bottom. If you do you will get extra strokes, do you understand?” Melanie added.
I nodded.
“Six strokes each,” said Melanie as she moved to one side, swishing the cane through the air. “Remember to count them out loud, Mike.”
Swish, Ow, one, swish, oow, two and I stood up to rub my bum.
“Getting up has cost you one more stroke… from each of us,” smiled Melanie.
I was determined not to move again, otherwise it would only get worse and worse.
Swish, three, swish, four, swish aargh, five and I felt tears come to my eyes. Swish six, swish seven.
“Mike, you may stand up and rub your bottom.”
As I did my erection swung around. Thwack, Melanie brought the strap down across the shaft. “You need to control your penis or you will get more of this.”
Sarah took the cane and moved round behind me. She stroked the lines across my bum, then parted my thighs before stepping to one side.
Swish, one, swish, two, swish, three. She paused to check her handiwork and I felt her cool fingers run along the tramlines across my bum. Swish, er.. four, swish, five, swish, six then a pause, I almost got up but luckily hesitated before SWISH! aaargh seven. The last stroke really got my attention.
“Stand up and rub your bottom,” Sarah whispered sexily in my ear.
As I stood my erection could not have been harder and Melanie grabbed a ruler off the counter and lay it along it’s length.
She smiled at Sarah, “Just short of 8 inches, but I’m sorry Mike, I did warn you what we’d do if you didn’t control yourself. Get up on the counter, on your back.”
I knew what was coming but had no option. Now I was in right in front of these attractive women, my cock pointing rigidly skyward.
“You first, Sarah,” Melanie smiled and handed her the leather strap.
Sarah needed no further encouragement and flicked the strap expertly, thwack across the shaft. It was an amazing feeling, the pain but also the incredible sensation that travelled up my spine. Thwack, and my penis swung back and forth rigidly. Thwack aaaah, I tried not to show how much I was enjoying this.
Sarah moved closer and examined her handiwork, aaaah, then she slid the foreskin clear of the helmet, rubbing the oozing precum around the head. Thwack, thwack, thwack.
“That’s six, Sarah, my turn now,” and she took the strap from her. “You delivered all six strokes across the shaft but I think the helmet needs some attention now.”
She put her small hand around my cock, squeezing out more juices, then slid the foreskin back down fully exposing the helmet to the cool air. Thwack across the head, thwack on the underside of my shaft, thwack, another across the head, thwack on the underside of the head, thwack, a stinger across the very tip followed by a second.
I watched my cock swing all over and saw both ladies smiling as they watched. I waited in hope to see if Melanie was going to suggest that we all have sex but not this time.
“Get upstairs and get dressed,” she told me.
I heard giggles from the kitchen on my way up stairs as they discussed their morning’s work, then, shortly after I got to my room, Melanie shouted, “Mike, come back here.”
I’d put on my boxers but had not had time to dress. I headed back down stairs to the kitchen but as I passed the lounge door I heard, “In here.”
I turned back and saw both Melanie and Sarah standing by the fireplace, totally naked. My cock needed no more encouragement and immediately rose to the occasion.
“Come here,” said Sarah kneeling.
My hard on throbbed in anticipation. Sarah pulled down my pants and Melanie put her arms round me from behind, reaching for my cock. I could feel the warmth of her breasts against my back and her legs pressed close to mine. I reached back and slid my finger into her cunt, searching for her clit. I found it and she groaned out loud.
Sarah ran her tongue around the helmet before opening her mouth wide. Melanie was still holding my shaft and pushed me into Sarah’s mouth which closed along my cock and she swallowed me deep into her throat.
Melanie and Sarah using the strap on my cock had brought me close to coming and now I couldn’t hold back. I warned Sarah but she smiled and nodded and I shot my load, deep into her throat. She swallowed it all and slowly pulled back as my penis softened.
I was still using my finger on Melanie and I could tell she was close from the animal noises she was making. Seconds later I felt her shudder and pulses of energy flowed along her cunt.
Sarah, pulled me down to lie alongside her and directed my finger into her slit while she expertly worked on my now flacid penis. I found her clit and began to bring her to a climax but before that happened I was erect again and she encouraged me inside her just in time for her climax followed by my second.
As I slid out of Sarah, still intertwined, Melanie snuggled next to me and the three of us kissed and happily lay together for some time. I was wonderfully relaxed and ..
I must have slept because I found myself lying alone and naked on the lounge carpet and they’d kindly placed a warm blanket over me. I pushed the blanket back and saw that one of them had drawn a red heart just above my now flacid penis. I could not believe my luck in finding this amazing lodging room and incredible landlady.
