Spanked by the Landlady!

By John Derek

Being the only renter in a house with the widowed owner has some good and some bad as June finds out. The rent is cheap and the place is nice, as long as you follow the rules. But if you don't follow the rules then your bottom pays the price! This is a first person telling of June and how she got crossways with the landlady and how her bottom paid the price. If you like adult spanking stories this is for you! Note this is a work of fiction and is about consenting adults. Please do not purchase if under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781716077685

John Derek

I like to write. My stuff deals with domination and submission, usually from the perspective of the submissive. I like to imagine what it is like to be uncomfortable and be willing to take a risk. I write about spanking and some other forms of domination. It is meant to be sexual and interesting but not oppressive. This is from my mind only.

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Spanked by the Landlady!

John Derek

Copyright 2020

Spanked by the Landlady!

1st Lulubooks Edition

ISBN # 978-1-716-07768-5

Written and owned by John Derek

Published by Lulubooks

All characters are portrayed as 18 years of age or older and all events and background are fiction.  All rights reserved.

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The story

And it begins

Where do I start? Or more specifically, how do I start?  It’s so crazy now I can barely believe it myself.

First off, I guess I should talk about me.

My name is June and I am 23 years old.  I graduated from college last year with a business degree.  I say this, because it is part of my story. My whole life I have been always about everyone else.  Always trying to be a good daughter, friend and so on, that somewhere along the line I lost sight of who I was. 

So, when I graduated, much to my family’s surprise, I declared I was going to move about four hours away to the big city of Rivendale.  At least a big city compared to where I was from anyway.  I thought I could handle it, after all I had survived college okay.  But college had been the local community college and I had lived at home. 

After spending a few nights in a cheap, but safe, little