Anna's Kinky Housemate

By Klayton Frost

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Anna's Kinky Housemate

 

It was late evening, and Anna lay perfectly still in the middle of her bed, barely daring to breathe. She strained her ears, tuning out the gurgle of the pipes and the hum of her computer and instead focussing on the noises in the room next door. The creak of a floorboard. A whispered word. Then a sharp snap - as of skin on skin - and a plaintive, pleading moan.

Anna shivered where she lay on the bed - but not in fear. She could feel the pulse beating in her thigh, the warm soft tug of want between her legs. She waited, not daring to move, listening, waiting, holding her breath...

The sound came again. A whisper. A sharp smack. A moan that encapsulated both pain and desire in a way that made Anna's stomach weak.

It was like this every week, whenever her new housemate Rosie had her boyfriend around. The walls were thin, and if Anna turned off her music she could hear near-enough everything that went on in the room next door. When they had sex, she pulled a pillow over her ears, or plugged in her headphones. When they talked, she tuned it out. When they played music of their own she went and worked downstairs in the kitchen.

But when, like now, she heard the sound of spanking coming through the wall, Anna couldn't help but listen in. The sound of flesh on flesh (or leather on flesh, which she was sure she'd heard on more than one occasion) sent shivers through her, and tweaked at things deep inside her that she hadn't even realised were there.

As it happened, up until that point, Anna had lived a fairly vanilla existence. She's had three boyfriends, all of whom had favoured the missionary position, and none of whom would ever have dreamed of doing anything so exotic as spanking her. The last one - a boy named Derek - had even refused to have sex until they'd been going out for almost three months. That was simply the type of man that Anna seemed to attract.

She'd pondered about such things before, of course. She knew vaguely that some people got up to a wide range of unusual and illicit things in the bedroom, but she'd decided that they must be rare individuals indeed, and that the chances she would ever encounter one were so slim that they were barely worth considering. For that reason she'd never had cause to consider that simply hearing a spanking taking place in the room next door might turn her on so much that she felt like she was going out of her mind.

ut there was no denying it now. She was turned on. She didn't have to reach down and slip a hand under the waist of her skirt to feel how wet she was down there. And it was a constant battle not to allow her imagination to go running away with itself.

Anna bit her lip and listened again, waiting for the next stroke to fall. She could feel the pulse in her thigh throbbing, and the beat of her heart against her ribs. Whispered words were being exchanged in the room next door, and when the next sharp smack came it took her by surprise. It must have taken Rosie by surprise too, because she yelped out loud, the sound sending little shivers through all of Anna's limbs.

Not for the first time Anna was sorely tempted to simply reach down and touch herself. It would be so easy, and so sweet, but she resisted. It was bad enough to listen and enjoy - what would Rosie say if she knew that her housemate had been getting off on the sound of her being spanked?

And so Anna simply lay perfectly still, afraid to even move against the covers of her bed, listening intently as Rosie's boyfriend delivered half-a-dozen more smacks. Then - to Anna's relief and also her disappointment - they began to have sex. She felt herself relax against the covers, a long-held breath leaving her body. She hadn't realised just how tense she had been.

***

That wasn't the first time, and it wasn't the last time either. Rosie's boyfriend - his name was Danny - came around at least once a week. If Anna was home, she'd find herself gravitating to her room whenever they were in. It wasn't eavesdropping, she told herself. She was merely curious - and yet as time went on she found herself listening more and more eagerly. And not just to the spanking. Now she would lie on her bed with her ears pricked even as they had sex. The grunts and groans that filtered through the wall were newly exciting for Anna. She'd never heard anyone engaging in quite such energetic love-making before.

And yet still she didn't touch herself. She yearned to, longed to. Listening to them made her so wet and so needful that it was an almost-unbearable ache. But she held back. Controlled herself. Waited until they'd finished and the noises from next door had fallen silent before slipping a hand down into her panties and seeking relief.

And what relief it was. Lying on her front with her hand beneath her, fingers crooked, moving gently. Her mind full of wild images: imagining what had just happened next door. Imagining herself in Rosie's place, held down against the bed and soundly spanked. Imagining the marks that must be left on Rosie's skin, hidden beneath her clothes... When her orgasm came it was in a series of long, shuddering, powerful bursts that made her bite down on the pillow, made her feel as though she was melting into the bed.

She resisted asking Rosie too. More than once as they watched TV together in the lounge, or shared breakfast in the kitchen, a question rose to the tip of Anna's tongue. But something always kept it there, stopped her from speaking. If she were to ask then Rosie would know that she'd been listening in. How would she react? With anger? With embarrassment? Perhaps even by moving away and finding new lodgings elsewhere - somewhere with less inquisitive neighbours.

***

Her sexual proclivities aside, Rosie seemed like one of the most normal housemates Anna had ever had. She was short and curvy, with sharp blue eyes and a dark head of hair cut with blonde highlights. She was undeniably sexy - the way she dressed and the way she smoked. The way she looked good even when wearing just a chunky dressing gown, the morning after a long night out.

Anna felt rather plain by comparison. She was a few inches taller than Rosie, and had shoulder-length brown wavy hair that was forever falling into her face if she didn't tie it back. She wore glasses, and she'd always dressed in a very girlish way - a lot of skirts and tops with lacy edges. She wished she had the confidence to wear some of the super-short outfits that Rosie wore on nights out, but she knew she never would.

Despite their differences the pair got along really well. It was only the two of them sharing the house, and they would spend long afternoons sat around in the lounge with a bottle of wine, chatting or watching films. They shared a passion for detective stories, and they'd spent many an evening discussing their favourite mysteries.

Rosie's boyfriend was equally nice. Danny was handsome, with a square jaw and a beautiful Irish accent. Anna hadn't spoken much with him, except to exchange brief greetings whenever he turned up. He spent most of his time with Rosie, in her room, but he was polite and pleasant enough whenever Anna did bump into him in the corridor. She always felt a little embarrassed, knowing as she did what he and Rosie got up to when they were alone.

Generally though, Rosie was one of the best housemates that Anna had ever had - which made it all the more difficult to ask her about her bedroom activities. They'd both been pretty open about their relationships so far, but talk had never yet progressed to the subject of sex.

***

Or so it was for four whole months anyway. That was how long it took for Anna to finally pluck up the courage to speak to Rosie. When the question did eventually come unbidden from her mouth, it rather took her by surprise. She was downstairs in the kitchen one evening making a cup of tea, and Rosie was downstairs too, wrapped in just her dressing gown, painting her nails at the kitchen table. Danny was around, but he was upstairs in the shower.

"Rosie?" said Anna.

"Mm-hm?"

"Does Danny... does he spank you?" Anna had no idea what had prompted her to ask at that precise moment. All she knew was that as soon as the words were out of her mouth she could feel herself blushing furiously - her whole face and neck turning bright pink. She turned herself towards the counter and busied herself with her tea.

"Yeah, he does," said Rosie, just as casually as if Anna had asked what she wanted for breakfast. "He's pretty good at it too. Why'd you ask?"

Anna shrugged, affecting a similarly casual air. "Just curious, I guess."

"Oh, fair enough," said Rosie. And she went on painting her nails, simple as that. Anna carried her tea over to the table and sat down, watching her housemate closely. She couldn't believe how little fuss there had been in the end. No guilt, no shame, no accusations. She could have asked months ago, and it wouldn't have been the end of the world.

Now that the door was opened, a million other questions came bubbling up. "So, doesn't it hurt?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Rosie. "It hurts a lot. But it's good pain, you know? It's the kind of pain that really makes me want him inside of me."

Anna nodded. Although she would never admit it, and although she had no actual experience to go on, she felt as though she knew exactly what Rosie meant when she said that it was good pain. She had imagined enough times what it must feel like.

"Does he just use his hand? Or does he ever..."

"Sometimes with his hand. Sometimes with a hairbrush, or his belt. The belt's my favourite. It hurts like hell, but it leaves some beautiful marks. And the leather is just gorgeous." Rosie looked up from her nails and flashed Anna a grin. "I'm sure you can imagine."

Anna felt herself blushing even deeper. "I'm sorry, it's just I've never met anyone before who was... Um..."

"Kinky?" suggested Rosie.

"Yeah," said Anna.

"Well, I guess you have now, haven't you babe?"

Anna nodded and they both giggled. There was a pause, during which Anna could hear the shower water running upstairs. She wondered if Danny knew what they were talking about. She wondered if Danny had ever thought about what it would be like to spank her - but she quickly closed her mind to that idea.

"What was it like the first time?" she asked.

Rosie chewed her lip, thinking back. "It was ages ago now. Not long after we first met. I think... yeah, we were having sex, and he was behind me. He spanked me a couple of times during that, and afterwards we were lying there together cuddling and I mentioned that I kind of liked it. So next time he said..." Rosie paused in the middle of her story, looking at Anna with a curious expression on her face.

"What?" said Anna, taken aback.

Rosie started grinning fiendishly. "You want to be spanked, don't you?"

If she'd thought she was blushing before that was nothing to how she felt now. Anna shook her head, held her hands up in surrender. "I'm just curious," she said. "Honestly, I just-"

"Rubbish," said Rosie. "I can tell. You're practically getting off just hearing my story. You want to try it, don't you? You'd like it, I reckon."

Anna shook her head furiously. "No, really..."

"It's okay," said Rosie. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're curious aren't you?"

"Well... a little bit."

Rosie laughed kindly. "I think it's rather more than a little bit," she said. "I can read you like a book."

Anna had no answer for that - she just looked down at the floor with her face prickling in embarrassment. She heard Rosie's chair scrape back as the other girl moved closer to her. A finger under her chin tilted her head back a little.

"You want to try it sometime?" Rosie said. "I can make that happen. You want to be spanked? You want to know what that's like?" She was whispering, and everything was suddenly intimate. Anna felt like she was back on her bed, listening to her housemate being spanked next door. The same desperate, keen arousal. The same quiet shame - which if anything only made the arousal more acute, more torturous. Wordlessly, Anna nodded.

"Well," said Rosie, now speaking once more at normal volume, "there's no time like the present. Danny!"

Anna's eyes widened. She grabbed Rosie's hand and shook her head, whispering, "No, don't..." But it was too late. She could already hear Danny's feet on the stairs, and a second later he entered the room, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower.

"Something up?" said Danny.

Ignoring Anna's whispered protests, Rosie said, "Yeah, actually. Anna here would very much like you to take her over your knee and spank her."

Danny's voice registered no surprise, only a mild amusement. "Would she now?"

"Very much," said Rosie.

"Rosie, no, I couldn't. I can't..." Anna wished that she could just shrivel up, find a hole to crawl into and hide. It was bad enough Rosie knowing what she was interested in, let alone Danny. And yet at the same time, deep down in her belly something had caught light. There was a spark of excitement there, glowing hotly. The idea that she might actually be spanked, and soon, and by Danny (who she had always secretly found very attractive) was exquisite. While part of her was desperate to escape, part of her hoped and wished and prayed that it would continue.

"It's okay, babe," said Rosie. "I'll be right here holding your hand. Come on. What do you say?"

There was silence. Nobody moved. Danny and Rosie were both staring at her, waiting for some form of assent. All she would have to do was nod, and then it would be out of her control, no longer her choice. Anna shut her eyes. She imagined Danny's strong hands holding her down. Imagined hearing the smack of skin on skin and feeling the accompanying burst of pain. Imagined squirming as he punished her.

Eyes still firmly shut, Anna nodded.

"Good girl," said Rosie. "Come on then, up you get."

Things happened quickly after that. Rosie helped Anna stand up, and Danny took the chair in which she had been sitting. Gently but firmly Rosie steered her to one side and directed her to kneel next to Danny. Anna kept her head tipped forward so that her curly hair hid her blushing face. Her heart was pounding and everything suddenly seemed to have become more intense. She could feel every strand of the carpet underneath her knees. She was aware of every stitch of clothing she wore moving against her skin. She felt as though she could feel the heat of Danny's body, only inches away from her own.

"Now," said Rosie. "Over his lap." She helped Anna come forward and lie herself across Danny's knees. It was an awkward position, and one that Anna had never been in before. His legs pressed into her stomach, one across her hips and one just underneath her breasts. Her knees were off the floor, but her legs were crooked. She didn't know what to do with her arms and so she held the edge of the chair - at least until Rosie came and knelt in front of her and took both her hands in her own. "Smile for me, babe," she said, brushing Anna's hair from her face. Anna managed a weak half-grin.

"How many does she want?" asked Danny.

"Give her ten to start with," said Rosie. "See how she takes them" Then she said to Anna. "You're going to stay still like a good girl, aren't you babe?"

Anna nodded, staring into Rosie's eyes. Her heart was pounding and her breath came shallowly. Her skin tingled. It was actually happening. Right this very second the thing about which she had fantasised for months was about to take place. It was hard to believe that it wasn't all some mad dream. She shifted her thighs against one another, feeling as she did so how wet she already was.

"Ready?" said Danny.

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The End

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