University Life Pt. 03

University Life – Part 3 – Summer Term

The last part of a story of three terms of university life living under a very clever landlord.

These previously published stories were given to me to update by my former trainer as he knows I love them so much.

Pete had not realised he should have paid for December even though they were not in the house. He had taken the punishment from Mr James and was then comforted by Zoë and Linda

Summer Term – Part 3 – slave sara brown

Linda was rushing from the station after spending a weekend at home. She dare not be late for Mr. James. She opened the door and checked her watch, five to six, just made it.

Mr. James was just collecting from Zoë and Pete, “£250 thank you Zoë. £250 thank you Pete.”

Linda was searching through her bag, oh shit. I thought I had been to the bank.

“Have you any spare you money, I have only got £165?”

“I have £40.”

“And I have £20” chimed in Pete.

“How much are you short?”

“Only £25.”

“Come Linda, payment time,” pressed Mr. James.

“Sorry Mr. James, I am £25 short, just give me twenty minutes and I’ll get it for you. I have it in my bank but forgot to withdraw it with rushing.”

“Your choice Linda, pack or punishment, you know the rules.”

“Please could you make just one exception? I do actually have the money in my account.”

“Key please.”

“I will accept the punishment Mr. James Sir.”

“Fine, shall we move to your room Linda?”

“To be fair Sir, these two lent me the money to make my punishment lighter so I think they have a right to witness my stupidity.”

“You will continue to call me Sir during your punishment, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“We can stop at any time but if we stop you pack, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Right let’s commence, strip.”

“Naked Sir?”

“Your stupidity has also earned you five cane strokes.”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir.”

Linda removed her jumper, blouse and bra. Her tits bounced free as if on a coil. 36DD for sure, stuck firmly to her chest with proud nipples as if on stalks. She turned to the other two as if for reassurance and Pete had to adjust his trousers. His cock was trying to escape but facing down instead of upright. Zoë watched, fascinated, as he struggled with its size. Linda also noticed the struggle he was having but continued. She slipped off her trainers and socks and lowered her cut offs to be left in her thong. She looked at Mr. James with pleading eyes to see if she could keep it on.

“That will be ten extras now, you will learn, the stripe way, not to FUCK me about.”

“Sorry Sir,” and she whipped off her thong.

As Mr. James put his chair in the middle of the room, Zoë unzipped Pete and pulled his hard cock up so he was more comfortable. She tormented him by giving him three or four wanks before zipping up again.

“Ok Linda come and place yourself over my knee, I will start your punishment with a spanking.”

She lowered herself over his knee and stuck her bottom in the air.

“Linda?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Stand, then bend over and show your housemates these new wheal marks across your bottom and tell us where they are from.”

“From my mum and dad Sir.”

“When?” He rubbed her marks as he spoke.

“On Friday night Sir.”

“Why?”

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Linda began to explain:

“Well on Friday night I went to the local pub for a drink with some friends I had not seen for ages. Dad said not to be late as we had guests for lunch on the Saturday, as it was my Nan’s birthday, which is why I went home in the first place, she was eighty.

The landlord offered a lock in so it was after one when I left the pub. Mick walked me home and we stood on the doorstep. We kissed and snogged then he put his hands up my skirt and down my knickers. I suppose I responded by undoing his belt and buttons and letting his jeans drop. I put my hand down his pants and pulled out his cock.

He pushed my knickers down my legs and I stepped out of them so I did the same to him. He got me real excited and had just put his cock on my pussy lips when dad opened the door. He went mad, grabbed both our arms and dragged us into the lounge.

He said nothing but put us both over an arm of the settee. He left us for a minute whilst he went out. I knew he was fetching the heavy strap and he returned with it in his hand. He started with me and gave me five hard cuts on my bottom, I kept quiet even though they hurt like fuck, he stopped and moved to Mick and gave him five as well, Mick screamed on the third. He gave us twenty each in total then stopped.

He then spoke, “Stand up lad,” Mick stood sobbing his heart out, dad grabbed his cock and led him to the door.

“If I ever see this out again I will chop it off and push it up your arse, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Sir, no sir, sorry Sir.”

Mick picked up his boxers and jeans and ran down the drive.”

We asked “What did your mum say?”

“Well I knew mum could hear what was happening but knew her place, and stayed upstairs till dad wanted her. Dad called her and told what had happened and mum told me to stand and led me to the front of the settee and put me over her knee. Now mum is a five star spanker, and she belted my bottom for what seemed like an hour.

She stood me up and told me to get to my room and not to make a sound until morning. I knew what that meant from experience. I was woken up by mum opening the curtains, and she told me to get up. I jumped out of bed and saw mum with the cane.”

“You know the drill,” she said. I removed my nightie and bent over my dressing table stool.

“Let’s see if twenty will make you realise the errors of your ways my girl,” and landed the first as she stopped speaking. Whoosh, “One mamma, sorry.” Whoosh, “Two mamma, sorry.” Whoosh, “Three mamma, sorry.”

Dad popped his head round and watched the next five, “Serves you damn right.”

Whoosh, “Nineteen mamma, sorry.” Whoosh, “Twenty mamma, sorry.”

She stood me up and cuddled me as a loving mother who cared deeply for her child would.

“You know we hate whipping you Linda but it is for your own protection.”

She held me in her arms and stroked my sore bottom till my heartbroken cries turned to short sobs.

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“Prepare Linda.”

She went over his knee, Mr. James struck his first spank. Linda wanted to give the other two a show so after about the fifth spank she opened her legs and started to thrash about a little. She was so glad that she had shaved her pussy lips the night before. The spanking stopped, “Stand!” She raised herself off his knee and waited further instructions.

“Have you a slipper?”

“Yes Sir, in my room.”

“Fetch it.”

“Yes Sir.”

She gave her pink mule to Mr. James.

“That was £10, now hold onto the bottom rung of that dining chair and stick your bottom out.”

She formed a perfect angle and spread her legs. Mr. James pushed down on the bottom of her back and made her bottom rise even higher. Thwack, the first blow landed like a door slamming and brought an immediate response. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She took twenty blows with her hard soled mule. Each smack left the imprint of the sole on her bottom.

“Stand, that is £20 paid. Touch your toes Linda, spread your legs and bend right over.”

Her slit was inviting her audience in and her tits were hanging with extended nipples as though it were feeding time. Mr. James undid his buckle and slid his belt slowly through his trouser loops.

He bent it double and gave Linda his well-rehearsed speech.

“The last £5 will be recovered by ten strokes of my belt. You will count each stroke, if you miss one or are too slow it will not count and you will receive a new stroke which we will call interest. Turn and touch your toes.”

Linda cried a sigh and bent over and touched her toes. Mr. James rested the belt on her bottom till he was ready then he removed it. Linda heard a whistling sound and felt the impact on her bottom.

Swish, “One, thank you Sir.” Swish, “Two, thank you Sir.” Swish, “Three, thank you Sir.”

And so on. Swish, “Nine thank you Sir.”

Mr. James stopped, had she miscounted? Then Swish, the final welt crossed the other nine in a diagonal, “Ten, thank you Sir,” Linda was screaming but kept her position.

“Stay down.” Mr. James walked to his briefcase and took out a whippy cane, which sprung straight when taken from the case. She got ten rapid and on the seventh fell to the floor where she got the last three.

Mr. James sat on the spanking chair until she stood and danced around the dining area clutching and rubbing her bottom. Her tits were running free, to the left, to the right, up then down, what a fantastic sight Pete thought and he noticed the hairs above her slit formed just one stripe of about one inch wide showing off her proud clit.

“Will you be short with the rent again Linda?”

“No Sir, never Sir, and thank you sir for dealing with me in a prompt and sincere fashion.”

Mr. James never answered; he replaced his belt and re coiled the cane into his brief case.

Pete followed Zoë as they went into a group hug with Linda. They pushed themselves together for about one minute. Linda felt the bulge in Pete’s pants as soon as they started hugging.

“Same time next month?”

They all said, “Yes Sir.”

Zoe asked, “Excuse me Mr. James, please may I ask a question and behalf of us all?”

Pete and Linda looked shell shocked.

“As you now know our most intimate places and you have seen enough of our faults for you to have spanked us all in turn, well, we wondered if, erm, you could call weekly and maybe make up a spreadsheet where you can tally every week and punish us accordingly.”

“Tomorrow I will pop three sheets through your letterbox for you to fill in, and be back next Friday at six when you will be lined up with your sheet, naked, next to the table, the worst mark also meets and greets Mr. Whippy,” and he left.

Again the other two were shell shocked but not too shocked as they group hugged again, Linda dropped her hands from behind the other two`s necks and moved to Pete’s jeans. She got hold of his cock on top of his jeans and he let out a moan. She unfastened his belt, undid his top button and pulled down the zip. His jeans fell to the floor; he kicked off his trainers and stepped out of them.