Spanking Punishment: Landlady Spanks Naughty Student’s Ass
Summary:
Student Bianca loves to party and often keeps the noise going late into the night, much to the annoyance of her neighbors, and especially her landlady, Mrs. Krüger. Finally fed up, Mrs. Krüger decides to take matters into her own hands, teaching Bianca a lesson by taking her over her knee for a punishment.
Student Summoned by Landlady: Stern Words for a Misbehaving Girl
It was Friday evening, and I stood with a sinking feeling in my stomach in front of Mrs. Krüger’s door. She was both my landlady and mentor—a woman who commanded respect from nearly everyone around her.
Tall, with a sturdy yet elegant appearance, always impeccably dressed from head to toe, her piercing gaze could hold you in place, making me feel even smaller than I already was. Not that I’d ever admit this to her.
This evening was different, though. She had summoned me personally after repeated loud parties in my apartment over recent weeks.
I knew the walls here were thin, yet I hadn’t taken much care in considering how it might disturb my neighbors.
Mrs. Krüger had already hinted once or twice that there would be consequences if my behavior didn’t improve. Somehow, I had brushed this off as empty words—until now.
“Come in, Bianca,” she said as she opened the door, giving me a penetrating look. I stepped into the entryway, lowering my gaze slightly.
Her apartment was, as always, perfectly tidy and spotlessly clean, with heavy, antique furniture and polished surfaces. I immediately felt even smaller.
“Sit down,” she ordered, pointing to one of the chairs by the table in the living room. I obeyed, and as soon as I sat down, she began to speak.
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“Bianca,” she started in a calm voice, though her words carried a cold determination that always sent chills down my spine. “I warned you, didn’t I? The parties, the noise… we’ve discussed this.”
I nodded weakly, feeling my cheeks flush. “Yes, we have… but I thought… well, I tried to keep it quieter.”
Mrs. Krüger crossed her arms and shook her head slightly. “Tried? I think it’s clear your attempt has failed. Your neighbors have complained several times—and I’m tired of making excuses for you.”
Taken Over the Knee Without Warning: Landlady Punishes Student
I was at a loss for words. An apology formed on my lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Her eyes fixed on me, and her brows furrowed.
“Stand up,” she suddenly ordered. Her command was brief, and my body responded before my mind fully registered it. I stood up, feeling my heart start to race as I looked at her.
She took a step forward, grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the center of the room. My stomach twisted. I opened my mouth to say something—anything—but it was as if I had lost my voice.
“Since words apparently aren’t enough to get through to you, Bianca, I’ll make sure you learn a lesson you won’t soon forget,” she said, rolling up her sleeves.
Then she sat down on one of the armchairs, pulling me in front of her. Before I realized what she was planning, she grasped my waist and pulled me over her knee.
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My heart raced as I tumbled forward, ending up face down across her lap. There I lay, my torso on the cushion, with my backside raised.
I was still trying to protest, but my thoughts were a whirl, and before I could react, I felt her fingers grip the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling them down.
The cold air prickled my thighs, making my skin tingle, and I felt my cheeks flush—I was completely exposed over her knee.
“Backtalk will not be tolerated today, Bianca,” she said, giving my backside a gentle pat. Then her fingers closed around the waistband of my panties.
MILF Spanks Young Woman's Bare Butt
I held my breath as she reached for my slip. At that moment, her hand was already in motion. She slid my panties down, and before I knew it, I lay bare-bottomed before her.
My cheeks flushed, but I had no time to dwell on it, for the first smack had already landed on my behind—hard and direct.
A loud slap echoed through the room, making me flinch. The sting was sharp, and before I could recover, the next smack followed, then another.
Each blow was firm, steady, and precise. Mrs. Krüger was clearly experienced at this, holding me firmly as her hand repeatedly connected with my bare backside.
It didn’t take long for my skin to start burning, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes—from pain, but also from shame.
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It was humiliating, lying here over her knee, with nothing to shield me, being punished like a naughty little girl, which, perhaps, I still was.
“Did you really think you could keep getting away with this, without any consequences?” she asked, her hand continuing to smack my heated skin.
I could only let out a weak, muffled whimper. My fingers clutched at the fabric of the armchair, but there was no escape.
Each slap brought a fresh wave of pain and shame, and my body reacted uncontrollably—my legs jerked, my breath hitched, and I was powerless to stop it.
“The house rules here are not optional. They apply to you, too, young lady,” she said, her hand landing with a loud slap on my skin once again.
Landlady and Mentor: Young Woman Sent to Stand in the Corner
The pain spread like a burning heat over my skin, more and more. My legs kicked alternately, but Mrs. Krüger did not relent. She held me firmly, making it clear that this was her way of addressing my disrespect.
Finally, after countless smacks, she stopped. The room was silent, save for my sniffles and sobs filling the air.
I didn’t dare move. My backside throbbed, and my skin burned like fire. Oh, how I wanted to soothe the burn, but I knew she was watching me intently. Observing my every move. So, I suppressed the urge.
“Stand up,” she said calmly, releasing her hold. Shakily, I straightened, my hands instinctively covering my burning backside, my face crimson with embarrassment.
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But Mrs. Krüger quickly pulled my hands away, shaking her head.
“No, Bianca. Hands off. Now, into the corner—hands on your head, and I expect you not to move,” she instructed coolly, pointing to the corner of the room.
I did as she said, standing facing the wall, placing my hands hesitantly on my head. Every breath intensified the stinging burn on my backside, and shame sat heavily in my chest.
I knew Mrs. Krüger was watching me, felt her scrutinizing gaze on my back, and I didn’t dare move.
Landlady Disciplines Tenant with Carpet Beater
After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Krüger cleared her throat, suddenly standing behind me. A shiver ran down my spine.
“Bianca,” she said, and I heard the unmistakable sound of a wooden handle brushing against leather. It was a carpet beater—old-fashioned, made from tightly woven rattan.
“Over the sofa arm, up!” she ordered, and although every instinct in me screamed to refuse, I followed her instructions, almost as if in a trance.
I felt my face flush once more, my nerves frayed. My backside already burned terribly. And now the carpet beater, too?
Hesitantly, I bent forward, laying myself across the armrest. My backside still bare and defenseless. Trembling overtook me as I sensed Mrs. Krüger raising the carpet beater behind me.
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The first stroke came swiftly. A dull thud broke the silence, and a burning pain spread over my backside.
The force of the carpet beater was different from her hand—deeper, more intense, nearly unbearable. A sob escaped me, but before I could process the pain, the next stroke hit. Then another.
“So, you thought you could be given free rein, did you?” Mrs. Krüger spoke calmly, but I felt her strictness in every word, in each blow. “Well, Bianca, now you’re feeling the consequences of that.”
My hands gripped the sofa arm tightly, tears streaming down my face. It wasn’t just the blows, but the sheer humiliation that overwhelmed me.
The feeling of being so helpless, so vulnerable, while she punished me in silence, deepened the sobs I could no longer hold back.
Tears and Comfort: Forgiveness After a Proper Spanking
The pain spread with each blow, deeper and deeper. My body flinched uncontrollably, my legs instinctively trying to escape the next hit—but Mrs. Krüger didn’t relent.
After twenty strikes, she finally stopped. My tears flowed freely down my cheeks, and I lay there, panting, not daring to move.
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My backside throbbed with heat, and my entire world seemed to focus on the burning and the humiliation.
Gently, Mrs. Krüger placed a hand on my shoulder and helped me up. She sat back in the armchair and softly guided me onto her lap.
I buried my face in her shoulder, and her arms wrapped around me as I released the last of my sobs.
“There, there, Bianca… calm down, my dear,” she murmured, her hand gliding soothingly over my back.
She held me close, comforting me as I continued to lean against her shoulder, letting out the last of my tears.
“It’s over now. And I hope you understand that this was for your own good,” she whispered, wiping a few stray tears from my face and pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
I nodded weakly, and though I was still teary, my body gradually began to relax. The strictness was gone, leaving only the warm, comforting feeling of her embrace.
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