This is a story from my youth in 1986 to be precise, when I was just 18 years old, and when Tanya, the lodger at my parents’ house was 27 years old. She had lived with us for about 3 months, moving into my older brother’s room as he had left home after finishing college and moving up to the north of England for work. She may have been only 9 years older than me, but at my age at the time it she seemed like she was from another world entirely. I found her pretty annoying and more than a little intimidating, when we were alone in the house, which wasn’t often, she would barely acknowledge me and looked down her nose at me, she would even call me a little nerd when not in earshot of my parents. Maybe I was pretty nerdy, I didn’t have a lot of friends preferring my own company and pursuing my own interests, which consisted mainly of cycling and bird watching. I have to admit now that I didn’t much care what I looked like either, wearing mostly whatever came to hand to me in the morning, just jeans or a tracksuit. I worked most afternoons making deliveries for a small local supermarket.
She wasn’t that tall at only 5′ 6″, about two inches shorter than me and she was by all accounts quite petite with what appeared to be small sharp breasts, and quite pretty really if she hadn’t looked so stern, with short dark hair in a neat bob and large round glasses, but boy was she bossy and she had a really pushy attitude, it seemed to me anyway, I assumed she was used to getting her own way. She worked at the stables at a local stud farm and had moved from her native Germany to take up the position, and when she wasn’t wearing her riding gear, she dressed very conservatively and smart, even at home tending to wear dark suits with sharp short dark skirts.
My own family was pretty working class, and I was not really used to what I would consider to be posh girls, but my parents loved her, always telling me I could learn a lot from Tanya, always so smart and tidy and very well spoken, something which also grated on my nerves. Her English was near-perfect, she was obviously well-educated, and she did indeed sound mostly like a fairly upper-class native, only very occasionally did I detect the slightest accent on certain words, but she also had a real directness in her speech.
My parents had gone on holiday for a week to visit some old friends that had emigrated some years ago to the USA and I had stayed at home really not wanting to go, which was fine with them. The first Monday of their holiday I came out of my room still half-asleep at the usual 10.30ish wearing my light blue pyjamas and went to take a piss. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed Tanya’s bedroom door was open, which was very unusual as she always closed her door when she left for work, and I had never even seen inside. I don’t know why but I suddenly felt an urge to snoop, not because I was that interested, I was just a bit bored. I coughed at the door, to see if she was there. No answer. I knocked. No answer again, so I poked my head around the door to her perfectly arranged room, just like her, everything in the right place, so neat and tidy. I wandered in and just casually looked around. Various rosettes adorned the wall, presumably for her horse riding and a pin board with a few photos mainly of her again and one or two others inevitably riding or standing next to horses. Boring!
I suddenly noticed I was leaning on her dressing table, with a large mirror on top and I opened the top draw just an inch or two and peeped inside. I chuckled to myself when I realised I had found her knicker-drawer! This immediately aroused my curiosity, and I opened up the drawer further and spied endless slightly frilly knickers and bras in mostly monochromes. I picked up a pair of white knickers with little pink hearts all around the waist and laughed as I held them up in front of my crotch and looked at myself in the mirror and imagined her in them and thought of how pissed off she would be if she knew I was looking at such intimate items which momentarily gave me a rush of power and I felt a slight stirring in my cock. I picked up another pair of light grey panties and opened them out looking into the gusset and imaged her pussy wedged up against it as she bounced up and down on a horse and I felt another surge in my cock as it started to rise against my pyjama bottoms. I put them up to my face and inhaled deeply (although they smelt of perfectly laundered material) as I looked at myself in the mirror and put my hand over the front of my pyjama bottoms and rubbed the tip of my cock with my hand.
“What the fuck!”
Came a sudden loud scream from behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin, and I involuntarily let out a short squirt of pee wetting the front of my pyjamas as I looked into the mirror in horror and saw Tanya standing in the doorway in her riding gear, hard hat and crop in one hand, the other over her mouth in shock.
“Oh, oh, shit, er, Tanya, what are you doing here?”
Is all I could manage to say as I dropped her knickers onto bursa escort the floor in a total panic and held my hands in front of my wet pyjamas.
“Exactly what I want to know of you, what are you doing in my bedroom you little pervert!” She screamed.
“Nothing, sorry, I was just going.”
I said and tried to get past her out of her room, but she blocked me with her hand and stood in front of me looking utterly furious and raised her riding crop. I ducked but soon realised she wasn’t going to hit me, yet.
“Stay where you are!”
She bellowed, and I stood stock still on the spot not daring to move a muscle still holding my hands over the front of my pyjamas, partly to hide my semi-stiff cock and also the further embarrassment of having partially pissed myself in fear when she came in. She went over to her drawer, picked up her panties from the floor and observed the disarray in her underwear drawer and then turned to me again looking even more furious, I really thought she was going to hit me,
“You little pervert, you’ve been looking through my underwear, how disgusting!”
“I thought you were out.”
Was all I could think to say in my panic, not a great defence I now concede!
“What the fuck has that got to do with it, I’m actually on holiday for your information and I went for an early ride and now I’m back, and I’m hot and need a shower and I find this!”
She said picking up a handful of her knickers and throwing them back into the draw with real venom. She looked down at my hands in front of me and said flicking her crop at my hands,
“What is this, are you playing with yourself still?”
“No, no.”
“Well move your hands out the way, what are you hiding?”
“Nothing, really, sorry Tanya.”
“Have you got some of my knickers down there or something?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then move your hands and show me, NOW!”
I was genuinely terrified, she could be pretty intimidating at the best of times, but I could see how furious she was, I really feared her starting to use her crop on me. I felt utterly helpless and mortified as I had no option but to remove my hands from the front of my wet pyjamas and let her see not only the tell-tale dark stain of piss but also my obvious semi-hardon. I removed my hands and sort of held them up meekly as if surrendering to her. Her eyes opened in shock as she looked down at my crotch.
“What the hell is that?”
She said pointing with her crop at my vulnerable wet crotch.
“Erm, you made me jump.”
“You wet yourself?”
She said in a slightly quieter voice in slight disbelief.
“Sorry, you really scared me.”
Her eyebrows widened and I saw the slightest smirk run across her face as she took in the sight and significance.
“My God, you actually peed yourself like a silly little schoolboy. And what is this!”
She said as she rubbed the point of her crop over the tip of my cock, which was not going to help it calm down one bit! And I flinched and jerked my hips back.
“Stand still when I’m talking to you!”
“Sorry Tanya.”
She looked up at me and this time I did see a definite slight smile as I think she realised what a helpless position I was in, and I sensed she was beginning to enjoy her position of power.
“Are you wearing my panties?”
“Oh God, no Tanya, honestly, I was just…er looking at them.”
“Well it looks like they have made an impression on you, or your pyjamas! Are you sure you haven’t stolen a pair?”
“No, no, I would never do that.”
“Hm, well I never thought you would sneak into my bedroom and go through my most private things; I don’t know what you are capable of, show me.”
“What?”
I said, genuinely not quite understanding what she was asking.
“Pull your pyjamas down, show me you’re not wearing my knickers.”
“I’m not Tanya, please believe me, really, I swear.”
“Well I don’t believe you, and if you don’t do as you are told I will be phoning your parents and informing them of what I have discovered about you today.”
“Oh please, Tanya, don’t do that.”
“Well lower your pyjamas boy, do it now!”
She said, and she dropped her hard hat onto the bed and slapped her crop against her jodhpurs with a thwack. I was sunk without a lifeline, I couldn’t believe of all the people it had to be her, annoying, bitchy Tanya had got me cold in such a humiliating spot.
“But, Tanya, I’m a bit…”
“A bit what boy?”
“A bit…stiff.”
I said almost in a whisper. She looked down at my crotch again. With the rush of adrenalin, if anything my hardon had increased slightly.
“Hm, not that stiff little boy. Take them down now, or else!”
“Tanya, please!” I begged.
“Down, now, all the way to the floor! And then hands by your sides or I will use this crop.”
I had no more manoeuvring room, I was completely trapped in a web of my own making, and so with my face blushing like mad I slowly pulled down my pyjama bottoms bursa escort bayan and let them fall to the floor and stood there with my cock at half-mast in front of the last person I would have wanted to be in such a position with. I was so humiliated. I felt a terrible chill across my face although it was burning. I looked down trying to will my cock to soften, but it seemed to just make it worse. Sensing Tanya’s eyes upon me I felt it and saw it twitch once, twice, three times, as it began to erect completely as Tanya looked down at it.
She looked mildly amused as she bent over slightly and watched it slowly standing to attention as she stared at it. I wanted the ground to swallow me up as I looked up at the ceiling to try and take my mind off of the situation.
Tanya laughed, and said,
“Ha! How amusing, I never knew you cared Steven.”
I couldn’t look at her, I was mortified, and then I felt her crop gently tapping the underside of my erection. It continued to gain in stiffness as the blood rose in my cock and I could feel it and knew without even looking it was pointing straight up almost directly to the ceiling. I had never felt so naked, so exposed, and oddly, completely against my will, so excited, and my cock stood to its full length of 6 guilty inches.
“Well at least you are not wearing my knickers. Maybe later. I’m going to have a shower, and I suggest you do the same after I have finished, because I have not finished with you little boy, not by a long chalk, now get out of my room, and don’t go playing with yourself again, not without my permission, understand?”
She said and gave my cock a swift hard tap with her crop. I bolted for the door and into the sanctuary of my own room.
Part 2
As I closed the door of my room behind me I sank onto my bed lying on my back and looked down at my hard cock. I heard Tanya go into the bathroom and the shower starting. I put my hand around my cock and was so tempted to jerk off, I still found it difficult to understand how it could have been so hard, and Tanya’s words were still ringing in my ears, and I was pretty freaked out still so I did my best to relax and hoped it would go down of its own accord. Inevitably I was thinking about what Tanya had said to me, what did she mean when she said, ‘maybe later’ about wearing her knickers! Not to mention waiting for her permission to play with myself! What the hell had I gotten myself into, and what the hell was she planning. My mind was racing.
Some minutes later there was a sharp knock on my door and I jumped again fearing that Tania was about to enter and find me guilty and still fully erect on my bed, but she just called out to me from behind the door,
“I have finished in the shower, go and shower yourself, now, and when you have finished, don’t get dressed, come back to my room…”
I just froze on my bed wondering if she was serious and didn’t answer, I was hoping she would just go away.
“Do you understand little boy!”
“Yes, Tanya.”
“Good, now get going!”
“Yes, Tanya.”
What else could I do? I did as I was told and went past Tanya’s door which was now closed and went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and had a shower. I managed to relax a bit under the warm water and my hardon finally relented. I dried myself with a big bath towel and then I walked to my room and then remembered she had expressly told me not to get dressed but to go to her room. I wrapped the big towel around me and walked up to her door and stood outside felling quite anxious. I went to knock and then paused, thinking do I really need to do this, then remembered her threat about informing my parents which I had no doubt she would do with great relish and then I would truly be in the shit. I knocked and held my breath.
“Enter!”
Came the stern reply, and I nervously half-opened the door and put my head around it and saw Tanya sitting at her dressing table now dressed in her dark tight black skirt and a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt, she looked at me in her mirror and said,
“Come in!”
She said sounding irritated already. I walked in quickly and stopped just in front of her. She stood up from her chair and I couldn’t help but notice her breasts, I’m not sure I had ever seen her before without a jacket of some sort on, she was always so formal, but I could see her breasts now neatly outlined beneath her tight top and made a mental note of them being not large, but quite perky! Her next question shook me out of my momentary revery however,
“Are you naked under that?”
“Er, yes.” I said softly.
“When you address me you will address me as Miss Tanya, understood?”
“Er, yes… Miss Tanya.”
“Good. Now some rules for the next week in this house and if you obey them to the letter I will consider, I stress I will consider, not informing your parents of your disgraceful behaviour, understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what boy?”
“Oh, er, yes Miss Tanya.”
She escort bayan blew out loudly looking crossly at me again, and she picked up her riding crop from the dressing table.
“Right. You will at all times irrespective of who is in our immediate vicinity address me as Miss Tanya. You will do exactly what I tell you to do immediately without protest, I cannot emphasise this enough, there will be no delay in your response to my commands, clear?”
“Yes, Miss Tanya.”
“Put your towel on my chair.”
She ordered pointing at the chair with her crop. I meekly stepped over to it and took it off and placed it carefully on the back of the chair and turned to face her feeling extremely vulnerable again as I stood naked in front of her with my hands covering my crotch.
“Hands by your side!”
I moved my hands to my side, and she looked down at my cock again.
“I see you no longer have an erection, did you masturbate?”
“No Miss Tanya.”
“Good.”
“Now bend over and put your hands flat down on the bed.”
I did as she requested and felt even more vulnerable as my backside naturally stuck out prone behind me. Tanya walked up to me and tapping the inside of my thigh with her crop said,
“Open your legs,” I did so, “a bit more,” and still, “a bit more!”
I obeyed until my legs were spread considerably about two or three feet wide. I suddenly felt a tap on my cock, and I looked between my legs to see the crop gently tapping against my cock making it swing a little and for a moment I thought she was going to strike me there, but mercifully she withdrew. I couldn’t see her as she stood directly behind me now and was surprised to hear her voice suddenly coming from between my legs,
“Do you play with your penis?”
I looked down to see her squatting between my legs looking up at my cock and balls,
“Yes, Miss Tanya.”
“Of course you do, you little wanker.”
She said and she put her hand up and felt my balls with a surprisingly soft hand. I shuddered a little,
“Don’t move boy!”
“Sorry, Miss Tanya!”
She continued to feel my balls for a short while, then she put her hand on my bottom, and she spread my cheeks. I was amazed! Once again she had a way of making me feel so vulnerable and exposed, and I felt an involuntary little stirring in my cock as she seemed to be inspecting my anus.
“Do you understand how violated I felt when I found you in here today inspecting my underwear.”
“Yes Miss Tanya, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“For the next week you are mine to do with as I please, and I am going to make you understand how it feels to have your most personal items casually inspected for another’s devious pleasures, understand boy?”
“Yes Miss Tanya.”
“Good, now this will hurt.”
I was about to ask what will hurt when I felt a shocking slap across my buttocks.
“Shit!” I cried.
“Calm down you little nerd it’s just a warmup.”
And with that she hit me with the crop again but harder,
“Ow my God!”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak pervert, keep quiet or you will just prolong this.”
“Yes Miss Tanya, sorry Miss Tanya.”
I called through bated breath, and I thought I heard her chuckle behind me but all I heard next was another thwack as the crop struck my arse again with stinging precision. I just bit my lip and felt like I was in danger of losing control and was considering just running for it out of the room and locking myself away somewhere away from this bitch, but I knew I had to just grin and bear it if I could. She struck me 10, maybe 12 times across the buttocks and they stunk like hell on earth making me tighten my buttocks with each stroke and my legs shake as I tried to swallow the pain and not cry out.
“There, all done bitch boy.”
“Oh thank God.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, thank you, Miss Tanya.”
“Better. Stay like that.”
I did as she told me too and slowly relaxed a little as the pain began to subside and then I suddenly felt something very cold pressed onto my buttocks. My body juddered and I looked back to see her holding some sort of white cream or ointment in a tube and was gently rubbing it onto my fiery buttocks cooling me down rapidly.
“This should help the pain.”
“Yes, Miss Tanya, thank you Miss Tanya.”
I said feeling genuinely grateful. It was about then that I suddenly noticed my cock was beginning to spring to life for real. Tanya spreading the cool cream over me not to mention my complete exposure to her was really starting to turn me on and even as I tried to fight against it I could feel and see my cock steadily rising again. Tanya stopped applying the cream and suddenly said,
“Oh, and what is this?”
“Miss Tanya?”
She was bent over again and looking between my open legs up at my cock through her round glasses as she peered at it inquisitively.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to make your penis hard.”
“No Miss Tanya.”
“Well what is this?”
She said as she batted my semi-hard cock with her hand as it hung down, its tumescence obvious and becoming more so as she made it swing like a pendulum.
“Well?”
She said as she repeated her action on my cock again and I felt it getting even bigger.
“Sorry Miss Tanya, I can’t help it.”