Four more, and how can I not.

“Five, sir.” By the time we get to five, Alison’s round globes have turned a nice shade of pink. As spankings go, it was pretty light, but it wasn’t ever my intention to cause real pain. I want to change our relationship from landlord-tenant to something much more personal. I imagine for a teenaged girl, other than actual sex, there are very few things that are more intimate than being draped over a man’s lap and allowing him to smack your bare ass. The vulnerability of the position and the trust she is placing in me has changed this relationship more in the past two minutes than in all the time she’s been living under my roof.

The punishment is about as close as I can get to sex and still have some flimsy deniability. But what I do next definitely will cross that hair-thin line. I have been leaving my hand on her round cheeks for slightly longer after each smack, but now I gently rub the heated skin in a smooth circular caress.

“You’re doing so well, Angel,” I praise her, “Just one more and we are done, OK?”

“OK.” She sniffs. Perhaps it is my imagination but it looks like her thighs, which started pressed tightly together have parted a little and as I finish rubbing her cheek the gap between them grows even wider until I can see the camel-toe covered in her silk panties. “Ow!” In my excitement I may have hit her a little harder than I intended to, but even as she counts out ‘six’ her legs open even more.

At this point, if I had been acting out some fantasy with Fran, I would ease my fingers between her thighs and express ‘surprise’ at how wet and eager she was. However, I couldn’t do that yet with my bewildered young tenant, so I limited myself to one more quick caress before lifting her to her feet. I kept her between my knees and held her hands in mine to make sure she didn’t bolt. She is a mess with her makeup running in streaks down her face, and her hair messed up.

“I am very proud of you.” I study her tear-stained face carefully for any hint of her inner feelings. “It wasn’t too bad was it?”

“No,” Alison shakes her head, “but, Sir, I still don’t know how I’m going to be able to pay the rent.”

“I know. I can’t keep putting you over my knee every week, like this.” Although, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “I hate having to punish you for what isn’t really even your fault.” I pause for dramatic effect, taking time to wipe away a tear that is trickling down her cheek. “There is something…” I start carefully, and am rewarded with a hopeful smile, “but I don’t think …”

“What Mr. P?” Her fingers squeeze mine in excitement, “what can I do?”

“OK.” I relent, “but remember, this is a ‘judgement free house.’ You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but there is one thing I’d be willing to accept in lieu of rent money.”

‘What do you want, Mr. P?” She clasps her hands together under her breasts, “I’ll do anything!”

“Would you sleep with me?” I ask, Alison stares at me in a combination of horror, disbelief and maybe excitement? “I think you are the sexiest thing in the world, and I can think of nothing I’d like more than to feel your soft body rocking under mine and see the look of ecstasy on your beautiful face when I bring you to a climax.”

“Mr. P!” Alison's pitch rises almost to a squeak, I doubt that she's ever heard a man talk to her so plainly. “I can't Mr. P, I can't just spread my legs for -” I cut off her refusal with a firm kiss, pressing her mouth to mine and tasting the salt of her tears as she moans in surprise. Despite her protests, Alison responds without hesitation, her lips clinging to mine as I pull back slowly at the end of the short kiss.