No-Noncense Landlady

Debt Collecting

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! Please, Frau Brown, stop! AUTSCH!!!!"

"Silence, Miss Krüger! You agreed to be a model to my Drawing Class in in payment for your rent overdue, didn't you? And this is not my problem, that you agreed without asking, what will that include! Good morning to you all, today we will be studying shades of red. Give me just a moment to warm up the model... Class, let me know when you think she's ready!"

The Rent Problem

It is Better to Give than to Receive

"This is just unfair! This is even not my fault, that we overdue the rent! And you and me even are compatriots! Why slippering me just like this German cow?!"

"You both agreed at my rules, when you rent this flat, girls! And if you didn't notice, Molly, I gave you permission to bare only you bottom, while your German roommate is completely nude for this punishment! But if you insist, you may also strip naked."

"No way!"

Electricity Bill

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! Why is Frau Dubois always starting all the conversations about the unpaid bills from the hairbrush spanking? And how should I save electricity, if I really need to cool my poor bottom off after every our meeting? Boohoo!!!"

Strict Landlady

A Visit from the Landlady

The knock on the door was the first indication that the two young students were in trouble. Mme Beauvoir, their landlady, had a very characteristic knock-knock-pause-knock that they had learnt to dread. Alicia looked at Belinda, her German flatmate, with wide eyes.

“Bel?” she asked in French, “You did pay the rent on time, right? Right?”

Belinda didn’t answer. She was blushing, the wheels in her head turning, trying to remember words, trying to form a sentence in French. Nothing came. Alicia put her palm to her forehead and bit her bottom lip.

Knock-knock-pause-knock, the sound came again, a little more forcefully. Clearly, Madame Beauvoir was losing patience. Alicia had a quick glance around to make sure the mess wasn’t too awful, then went to answer the door while Belinda hid some takeaway boxes away and closed the door to her bedroom, where clothes had a tendency to pile up on the floor, unexpectedly. When she came back to the living-room, Alicia was looking down at the floor, blushing hard, and Madame Beauvoir was in the middle of one of her dreaded tirades. Belinda wasn’t sure she understood every word, but she knew that tone, and where it lead. Instinctively, her hand went to her round, shapely bottom, and rubbed.

“Ah! Belinda!” Madame Beauvoir said, in her nasal accent, when she saw the blond girl. She switched to English, “I was saying to Alicia here that again, the rent hasn’t been paid this month! This is completely unacceptable!

“Oui, Madame…” was all that Belinda could say. Alicia said nothing, her eyes still firmly on the polished hardwood floor.

“And that’s after you promised last month that it wouldn’t happen again!”

“Oui, Madame,” Belinda replied with a shameful nod.

“I had warned you last month about what would happen if you were late again… didn’t I?” the landlady asked. Belinda just nodded this time.

Alicia lifted her gaze and looked at her flatmate, equal parts fear and anger.

“You said you would do it on time for sure!” she hissed.

Belinda pouted. She had said it, that was true, and she had meant it too! She had just been… Distracted! There was this cute American boy at University. An exchange student, like her. And the Spanish one as well, plus a couple local French guys who found her accent charming and her ability to drink pint after pint of beer even more so. And… Well, maybe there had been a night or two —or five— at the bar, but that wasn’t so bad, was it? There was plenty of money… Or so she thought. After another fun night out, she had received a text from her bank… Not he good kind of text from the bank —if such a thing existed. She had been too afraid to ask Alicia for money again. Surely, she would find a way to fix it before the rent was due? There was her little job at the boulangerie…

Then Clément had invited her to a party at his place, and she had forgotten all about it. Until now. Time seemed to snap back, and Madame Beauvoir was pointing to the sofa in the living room and saying something in French. She rustled in her little leather handbag and produced a key. Putting the bag down, she walked to the locked closet door at the other end of the lounge, the one that tenants couldn’t open. She unlocked it with a turn of the key. Alicia gasped as she saw the dozen or so implements hanging on the inside of the door. Martinets, belts, leather and hardwood paddle, a crop, a tawse… Belinda wondered whether the strict Madame Beauvoir had been a Dominatrix in a past life, or whether she had had a lot of problem tenants. Either way, she let out a little moan of anguish when the landlady took one of the wooden paddles off its hook and closed the door. The woman’s heels clacked rhythmically on the hardwood floor as she made her way back to them, tapping the paddle ominously in her open left palm.

She barked something in French, and Belinda looked at Alicia in confusion. The red-haired French girl glared. In English, she said “Take your leggings down…”

“Was? Quoi? What?” Belinda stammered. Getting punished was one thing, but surely, not on the bare?

Alicia shook her head and started to undo her jeans. “It’s so unfair!” she hissed again, “I gave you the money!”

“Ja, I know, Alice, I’m sorry…” Belinda said, hesitantly pulling her leggings and underwear down.

“After this, you and I are going to have a talk!” Alicia promised, anger in her voice. Belinda said nothing.

“Mesdemoiselles!” Mme Beauvoir called, “I have other things to do today, so I would advise you to get in position quickly!”

As she said so, she gave the implement cupboard’s door a glance, a promise of what would happen if they didn’t hurry up. Within seconds, the two flatmates were in position over the back of the sofa, their trousers down to their thighs and their round white bottoms up in the air. Alicia was muttering in French, and Belinda wondered how she always ended up in these situations.

Her questions were cut short by the sound of Alicia screaming when the paddle came down on her ass with a loud ‘WHACK!” that she swore made the windows tremble. She looked up behind her and saw the paddle swing down again toward the French girl’s derrière. Alicia screamed again, and again, and again as more swats landed on her tender cheeks. Belinda closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, knowing that she would be next. Then, suddenly, pain exploded in her rear. She opened her eyes wide as tears streamed down her face and she let out a pained cry. Just as with Alicia, Mme Beauvoir poured hard smacks on her bottom, warming it to a burning sear within half a minute. As suddenly as it had started, her torment stopped, and she heard Alicia screaming again. A few moments later, the paddle came back for her, and on and on it went, the two girls taking turns screaming, begging and kicking their legs.

“I will give you until the end of the week to pay your rent, ladies,” the woman was saying. “And I’ll warn you now, next time, my husband will be the one to come — and he’s not as nice as I am… Understood?”

In between sniffles and cries, the girls nodded vigorously and said, “Yes ma’m, sorry ma’m.” The paddle came down again, a dozen smacks each until their bottoms were covered in red, throbbing marks.

Seemingly satisfied, Madame Beauvoir put the paddle down on the sofa. Neither of the girls dared to move. Belinda felt a blissfully fresh hand on her bottom, inspecting the marks. She heard a grunt of satisfaction, and the landlady moved on to Alicia. Belinda heard her gasp. “Well well, Alicia,” Mme Beauvoir said, “It seems you didn’t hate that as much as I thought…” Alice closed her eyes and buried her face in the sofa, blushing as hard as one could. Standing between the two punished girls, the landlady slapped both their bottoms in unison with her open hands. They yelped.

“To the corner, girls!” she announced, and they both got up without protestation. “Take your trousers fully off,” Mme Beauvoir continued. Again, they said nothing, sliding their trousers over their shoes and leaving them on the back of the sofa. They made their way to the corner and Alicia put her hands over her head. Belinda looked back at the landlady, who gave a sharp nod towards the French girl. Belinda put her arm over her head as well.

They heard the sound of the paddle being hooked back in the closet, and the door being locked. Madame Beauvoir walked around the flat, commenting on the mess, the dirty dishes, the recycling that needed to come down. She opened Belinda’s room’s door, and from the gasp, she wasn’t happy about it. Mercifully, she said nothing and carried on. Both girls could feel their bottom burning, and wanted nothing more than to rub it, dance around to ease the pain, but they didn’t dare, for fear more punishment would come their way. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the front door opened and closed.

For a full five minutes, neither of the girls moved, not wanting to tempt fate. Finally, Belinda took a deep breath and looked back.

“I think she’s gone…” she said

“Shhhh!” came the reply, “Don’t!! My butt is bruised enough already…”

They waited another five minutes, just to be on the safe side, then finally put their arms down and rubbed their crimson bottoms with little cried of pain and big sighs of relief.

“I have some lotion in my room if you want,” said Belinda, shyly.

“I think you’ve done enough, quite frankly!” said Alicia.

“Alice, I’m sorry…” the German girl said, biting her lip, “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble…”

“And yet!…”

Belinda said nothing, still rubbing her round bottom.

“What will you do?” she asked, finally.

“About what?”

“Well, you said we would have a talk…”

“Oh!” said Alicia with a grin, “Well, first, I’m going to figure out how to unlock that closet!”

“Ach, Scheiße…” whispered Belinda.

Jealous Landlady

"But Frau Blake, please! Me and your husband already discussed my overdue with the rent! I will pay in a week, I swear!"

"Well, that's a good news. But I really don't like to think, that you wagged your naked slutty ass in front of my dear Jonny, you, strumpet! Oh, I'll wallop you good!"

Paying the Rent

 

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!!"

"OUCH!!! My bottom! OW!!!"

"Well, well, well. When I rented my apartments to you two, I supposed that a girls from Europe would be disciplined and punctual enough! And what I got? You overdue rent for the second time! Looking now at your European asses, I need to say, that neither British nor the German girls aren't used for a good old American wooden paddle! But I had enough! If you will overdue payment ever again, I'll paddle you two hard enough to make you remember our meeting for the next month every time you two will try to sit down!"

Eviction

"AUA!!!" I am sorry! AUA!!!"

"I don't care, are you sorry or not, Miss Krüger! You overdue rent for a two month and now I see my apartments messed like this! This is big no no young lady! I don't care what you'll say, but this is a my way to say, that you're evicted!"

"AUA!!!!"

Her House - her Rules

 

More Bad Luck

"Mensch... After that paddling in college this morning, I thought that it will not make any real problem with my date... Even after that bitch, who said, that I skipped the line in the supermarket... Who the hell takes a hairbrush, when goes to a supermarket?.. But why Frau Jones came to demand the rent for a two month exactly today?! How can I now explain Jake, that I can not go to cinema today?! Boohoo!!! I can not just tell him, that I can not sit down! Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo!!!"

 

Rent Problems

Belinda’s landlady, Mrs. Stevens, drove over two hours to get to her because Belinda is a few months behind on rent. When Belinda  told her that she would be able to pay her until next month, Mrs. Stevens went crazy. She already went through a messy law suit with another tenant in the past, and she didn’t want to do it again. So instead she gave her tenant's naughty German ass a proper American spanking and afterwards took all the cash Belinda had in her purse before leaving!

Paying the Rent

Belinda and her French friend Alicia were renting an apartments in Paris. Their landlady Madame Gadille was a strict woman. That day she drove over two hours to get to their. When she arrived she caught home only Alicia. The girls were behind on rent for a two weeks. When Alicia told her that they would be able to pay her until next month, Gadille went crazy. She already went through a messy law suit with another tenant in the past, and she didn’t want to do it again. So instead the Frenchwoman gave the French girl a very painful belting and afterwards took all the cash Alicia had in her purse before leaving.

A hour later Belinda came home. Alicia complained her about the belting she received from their landlady and blamed her German friend that it was her fault that they overdue the rent. Belinda laughed and said that she was lucky that she wasn't at home, when Madame Gadille arrived, and mocked Alicia about her pain. Alicia was in really bad mood after a belting she received so she dragged Belinda to the soft sofa, hardly sat down, bared German's bottom and gave her a well deserved spanking with her own hairbrush.

When Alicia was finally satisfied, she released Belinda. The German jumped around for some minutes, dancing the brat war dance. When she finally comforted her sore bottom a bit she turned to her smirking through the tears friend.

"Damn you, Alicia! You walloped me really hard!" she complained "I do not believe that Frau Gadille spanked you worse!"

"Oh, really?!" Alicia respond angrily "Come here, let's check it!"

The both girl came to the mirror and bared their sore bottoms. They had a very unhappy appearance as they gazed at her afflicted backsides.