A fairly mild spanking and some unwelcome rules

When Mr. Collins returns from the bedroom, he seems calmer and at least somewhat mollified. You hear the sound of a bundle of fabric being dropped on the floor and then he speaks.

"Well, it appears the mattress protector we provided has saved the upholstery from damage, so a new mattress will not be required, but that does not excuse your lack of care. I would expect even ladies as young as you to know that you should make a bed before you lie in it. It is a matter of respect for other people's property."

You both instinctively apologise and promise never to do it again, but he simply continues, without even acknowledging your contrition.

"I will now administer a further twelve swats with the paddle I demonstrated before, although rather more firmly than last time, since this is a punishment, not maintenance. You will clean and dry the mattress protector before putting it back on and will not use either bed without first making it with fresh linen."

He pauses and, thinking he has finished, you and your girlfriend hurriedly agree to his terms and thank him. However, there turns out to be more.

"For the duration of your contract, you will not engage in sexual relations except under supervision, either by myself, my wife, my daughter or another appropriate adult authorized by me, nor will you masturbate. Do you understand?"

It takes a moment for you really take in what he is saying and Diana replies first. Her voice is calm and respectful, not showing any dissatisfaction with the new conditions, although you know that inside, she must be as upset as you at having your lovemaking restricted. You swallow hastily and confirm that you also understand.

You hear the landlord open his briefcase, presumably to get the paddle out again, followed almost immediately by the smack of leather on flesh. It's quite a bit louder than last time, but occurring at roughly the same cadence. On the sixth swat, Diana gives her first audible moan, telling you that it is indeed more severe than previously. Your girlfriend yelps during the expected pause for inspection and becomes steadily more vocal throughout the remaining six, actually giving a slight sob at the end. She thanks him earnestly while he no doubt checks his handiwork, then she awkwardly shuffles off the horse.

As you change places, you check your girlfriend's face and see tears in her eyes, but not on her cheeks. She winces as she walks over to the wall, but manages to flash you a reassuring smile. Once again, you touch hands in solidarity, then it's your turn to climb onto the spanking horse.

For the second time today, you have the pleasant view of Diana's shapely backside, but this time it bears a rosy glow that extends down the backs of her thighs and even, to your dismay, between them. You wouldn't say there's any bruising exactly, but she won't be sitting comfortably for a day or two.

As soon as you're in place, George Collins begins. The swat is harder than before, but the main difference is in orientation. Instead of being horizontal, he is wielding the paddle diagonally, so that it hits your inner thigh, in addition to your buttock. Indeed, the edge is only a fraction away from your nether lips! Furthermore, he gives you all three on the left, then three on the right, instead of alternating. You manage not to cry out, but you're breathing heavily and can feel the tears already forming in your eyes.

The mid-spanking inspection is a bit more thorough this time. After squeezing your cheek, he runs his hand down your thigh, nearly brushing your sex. Then, he uses his other hand to pull your cheeks apart so he can smack the inner curve. Now, you understand why Diana was reacting so strongly during the second part of the spanking! You give a little wail of distress before you get yourself under control. Again, he repeats the swat twice more before changing to the other side and on the third, he contrives to catch your labia with the edge of the paddle.

You yelp and press yourself firmly to the horse, gripping the handles as if your life depended on it. Despite your best efforts, you can't help moaning in pain for the final three, two of which clip your pudenda, which will be very sore indeed for the next few hours. It reminds you of the first strapping you and Diana took together, although that was considerably more severe than this paddling. In terms of humiliation, though, this one is right up there.

Unsurprisingly, the inspection covers the entire area chastised and your landlord even pulls your lips apart, supposedly to check they have not been damaged by the spanking, but you're sure the real reason is to get a better view of your genitals. Finally, he gives you permission to get up and you thank him politely, fighting the urge to rub.

Diana turns away from the wall and the two of you apologise again for your lack of self control, promising to abide by the new rules. Your lover tentatively asks about other forms of affection, such as hugging and kissing and George Collins confirms that only sexual activity is covered. Anything that would be acceptable in public can continue to happen without supervision.

He puts the paddle away and you walk him to the door for the second time today, but just as he's about to leave, he turns back, apparently having had a last minute thought.

"You know, in the light of your recent behaviour, I think it would be best if you were to remain completely nude in all parts of the flat, except for aprons in the kitchen and towels to dry yourselves after you shower or bathe."

To your surprise, Diana agrees immediately, so you can hardly complain about the new dress code. With your landlord finally gone, you close and lock the door behind him with a sigh of relief. Then you give your girlfriend a big (completely permitted) hug and stand by the door in each other's arms until the tension of the recent encounter drains from your bodies.