Joe is no exception. He has committed the heinous crime of leaving the toilet seat up. Read on, from the following extract from Disciplined by His Landlady.
"Er ... not sure. Could it be something I've done?" He tried to look innocent but he had a nagging feeling he'd somehow messed up. Maybe she'd found the paint splats on her carpet or something. But no, it was far worse than that ...
"You left the toilet seat up. And you splashed the floor with your pee, you filthy, dirty little mongrel."
"Oh. Did I? Ooops. Sorry about that."
"Oh yes, you'll be sorry all right." She pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down on it, patting her lap. "Over you go, Mister. Pants down. It's the hairbrush for you."
Joe looked at the hairbrush and winced. It wasn't the rosewood one, it was bigger and looked much heavier, with a teak finish. It was a yellow-brown wood, a kind of tan coloured. Tan? How very apt, since she's gonna be tanning my poor arse with it. He pulled a face then with a resigned shrug lumbered over her lap.
"What happened to your promise to be obedient? That didn't last very long, did it!"
Stephanie expertly pinioned his legs with her own, making him feel suddenly helpless and defenceless and completely at her mercy. It was scary. But it was kind of delicious at the same time. He was quietly contemplating this dichotomy when the first blow struck. It landed with a hard thud across the centre of his cheeks, and he reacted by opening his mouth and emitting a loud yelp of pain.
"I specifically told you not to forget to lift the seat up..."
CRACK!
"Ow!"
"And I told you to put the seat back down when you were through..."
CRACK! CRACK!
"Arrrgh!
"And I also said no spills on the on the floor!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
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