How about if we all find somewhere to share said Linda?
Pete was in agreement but would Zoë agree.
Yes, why not she said, lets do it.
That's how it started.
Three 19-year-old students looking to share a house whilst in their first year away from home and at university.
All 3 searched the papers and local estate agents.
Linda commented how nearly everyone needed 4 or 6 to share.
Could we all afford to chip in a little bit more and take a 4, asked Linda.
The general consensus of opinion was yes, so they concentrated on looking at 4 shares.
After looking at several properties they chose one just on the outskirts of the town but in a very brightly lit street, for the girls at night, and a bus stop on either side of the road, almost opposite.
They rang the contact number and reached Mr. James.
He arranged to meet them at the house that afternoon at 2.00pm
Mr. James had some concern as to whether the 3 could meet the monthly payments.
The usual practice was to take 12 post dated cheque off each resident to ensure he got full payment. Mr. James did not do this, he said he could let the house at any time and was an ex student and realized it was hard for some people to sign to such a contract.
He did not want any bond or even one month in advance; he just wanted their word they would pay on the last day of the month.
He worked out the cost and they agreed on £50 a week each
He stipulated severe consequences if they did not meet the payments.
They realized how severe it would be not to pay and be forced into the street.
All agreed and signed the contract.
Mr. James said they could move in immediately and as it was the 24th of August they could have that week free, but their first payment would be due on the 30th September.
The first week flew by, meeting fellow students, joining this association and that club.
Linda got a job in the local pet shop.
She worked from 4 till 6 Monday to Friday and 8 till 2 on a Saturday. It paid £96 a week; her share of the house was £200 a month so she knew she could manage quite well.
Zoë, the quietest, found work the Co-op. She worked one of the tills from 5 till 9 Monday to Friday and got paid £113 a week.
She wanted every weekend off, as she liked to swim at the weekend and even some mornings before lectures or in free periods.
Pete got set on at the Red Lion; his family background was pubs so he knew the work inside out.
He did several shifts including weekends but it suited him. He was a social outgoing lad, a bit small for his age but a huge personality. He earned around £160 a week with tips but also put some back over the bar when it was not his shift.
September also went by in an instant and on the 30th Mr. James duly arrived and picked up his £600 for the previous 4 weeks rent.
The gas and electric were on a coin meter so he emptied that at the same time.
Studying, course work and general lectures were going extremely well for all three. Although they all worked they managed quite easily. All 3 were "A"star pupils, lots of knowledge but little common sense.
The last day in October arrived.
They all gathered round to pay Mr. James his rent.
Pete first gave his £200.
Mr. James counted it and said, sorry, you are £50 short Pete.
Pete counted it again, all twenty's, one hundred and eighty, two hundred.
Yes, said Mr. James, but it is £50 a week each.
Yes they all agreed.
But this month has 5 weeks in it, so it is £250 each.
Pete opened his wallet and had 3 twenty's left; he gave them to Mr. James who gave him £10 back.
Next was Linda, she panicked a little, she went back to her room and retrieved the £40 which was going towards her dress for the ball, she asked Pete if he could lend her the £10 she was short, which he did and she paid Mr. James.
Zoe was now getting anxious. She also only had the £200 plus maybe another £15 she could scrape up.
Sorry Mr. James, I never realized about the extra week, I can get it for you tomorrow from my employer, and bring it to your house.
You know the rules he said.
Yes but one day.
We all signed the contract.
Please do not throw me out Mr. James.
Well I always give my tenants 2 choices.
Eviction or a punishment.
Punishment, what punishment?
As you cannot be trusted as adults then I offer you the chance of me spanking you like a child.
How?
How I feel is necessary.
Do you mean really a spanking Mr. James?
Yes, to start with.
Zoë thought about it, she had been spanked load of times at home, and worse. She so did not want to loose her home.
I agree Mr. James.
Ok Zoë, please wait for me in your bedroom..
You 2 can go about your business.
It was now 6.25 and both were late for their work.
Will you be ok Zoë or would you like me to wait?
Oh I'll be fine thanks Linda.
Linda and Pete left and Mr. James went to Zoë's room.
Now Zoë, I will not do anything without your consent.
But everything I ask to do is part of the punishment to wipe off your debt.
Do you understand?
Yes Mr. James.
I will be addressed as sir during your punishment.
Yes sir.
Zoë remove your jeans and knickers for a spanking.
Please sir, I do not have any knickers on, I put on my swimming costume to go swimming.
I usually do it at home to save time sir.
Then remove your swimming costume.
But... Zoë was going to protest but thought better off it.
She had been naked enough times in the past.
Usually all her spankings at home were done when she was naked, her dad insisted.
Not that she was a naughty girl, quite the contrary.
She was a very quiet girl. She had a small circle of good friends and an even larger circle of admirers.
Dad was a magistrate, so dropping a pencil at the wrong time could get her a spanking.
Her mum was on a very short fuse most of the time so failure to put a cup in the dishwasher resulted in her going over the kitchen table with her knickers down.
Only a couple of months ago she lent her "Prove It" card to her younger sister, Anna, who was then 17.
Anna was caught in an under age raid at the Blue Boar. As it was her first offence she got off with a warning from the police.
Her father found her guilty, grounded her for one month and beat her.
Zoë was found guilty of encouragement and fraud by her dad.
She had an appointment with dad on his return from the golf club.
Her mum, never one to miss out had told her the seriousness of her actions.
Lets have those knickers down Zoë.
Zoë lowered her cut offs and folded them onto the back of the chair.
She slid her white Next knickers down and placed them on top of her pants.
Her mum was eager and started pushing her over before she had finished and instinctively Zoë pushed her away so she did not fall.
She grabbed her by the arm and threw her across the table.
You wicked girl she shouted and stared to rain spanks on Zoë's pale bottom.
Zoë screamed and wriggled till the spanking stopped.
She was in floods of tears and started to get up. Oh no you don't my girl and her mum pushed her back down and started hitting her bottom with the large wooden mixing spoon.
The spanking was for what you did with Anna; this is a beating for assaulting me.
Zoë could not speak she was crying so much and accepted the 20 or 30 smacks of the spoon.
Right up and in that corner she was ordered.
Zoë rose gently and gripped her bottom, her so sore bottom.
Come on hands on head her mum shouted as she gave her another half dozen with her hand as to remind her what to do.
What a sight, stood in a corner, hands on head with a bottom, which throbbed with every pulse, and spoon shapes spread all over it
After about 25 minutes the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Brown; she always called on a Tuesday for a coffee and the latest gossip.
Come in Claire, take a seat.
Sorry about Zoë, I have just had to give her a spanking, naughty girl, and she walked past her to the kettle and gave her 2 more spanks, pushing Zoë further into the corner.
She knows no limits that girl; now Clare did you hear about the Wilson's.
Zoë removed her jeans and placed them on the bed, followed by her blue sweatshirt.
She pulled down the straps of her costume, over her tits and down her to her waist.
Over her bottom to the floor and that was also placed neatly on the bed.
Zoë was a beautiful looking girl.
The face of a model with shoulder length blond hair.
Her tits were a 34" bra size with a full cups. They hung just perfectly from her slender toned frame.
A straight belly led to a perfectly shaped bottom at the back and an immaculately groomed mound at the front. Not a hair out of place.
Her long slim legs finished off her 5 foot 6 body.
Lets have you arms by your side, let me check out this naughty girl.
Yes sir.
Right Zoë, I am going to start by spanking you, ok?
Yes sir and she moved forward to where he was sitting on the bed.
He beckoned her to lean over and her hands touched the floor.
Her young bottom rose like small hill in a valley.
Unmarked, unblemished and pale pink in color.
Prepare Zoë, and he brought his hand down on her right cheek, then her left cheek.
Backwards and forwards he went, left cheek right cheek, turning them to a bright pink.
He was not harsh but hard. He did not skim the surface with his spanks like her old gym teacher used to do, no his were full hand spanks.
She began to whimper as each slap began to penetrate. He stopped and told her to stand.
Her whimpers had become tears and sobs.
You were £35 short Zoë that was £15, ok?
Ok sir.
Right pass me one of your trainers please.
Zoë passed her left Nike to her punisher.
Pull out your dressing table stool please.
Zoë moved the stool from under the dressing table into the centre of the room.
