Anna came home from a long busy day and slipped the heels off of her tired feet. The temperature inside the dark apartment was almost as cold as it was outside.
Glumly, she flipped on the kitchen light, turned up the heat and made her way to the laundry room. Despite her mood, she smiled as she tossed the soiled sheets and panties from the night before into the washer.
Drumming her nails on the kitchen counter, she frowned at the stack of resumes and applications that seemed to be taunting her. "What a fun way to spend a Friday night," she said aloud, shaking her head.
After the kitchen was sorted she took out her phone and sent a short text. Maybe she and Arin would go out tonight. She could certainly use a little...her thought was interrupted when she heard a buzzing sound coming from Arin's room. His motorcycle wasn't out front so that could only mean one thing. He'd rushed off this morning without his phone. Again.
Arin had only been moved into the spare bedroom for two weeks but she was already starting to see some of his little idiosyncrasies. Some were cute, like the little tapping he did with his foot while he was reading. Others were about as cute as the sticky pile of crumbs he'd left on the corner of the counter top. With a small sigh, she ran a wet rag over the surface and decided to spend some quality time with a large glass of wine and a good book.
An hour later, the sheets were clean and dry. There was still no sign of her new sub. Arin's door squeaked in protest as she entered to place the clean underwear on his dresser. As she looked around, she realized she hadn't been in his room since she'd helped him move in a couple of weeks before.
His still buzzing phone rested on his unmade bed beside a stack of open books. Dirty clothes were scattered on the floor, piles of papers were sprawled every which way, and what she assumed to be this morning's half-eaten breakfast was laying on the bed stand. She was living with a forgetful teenage boy.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket as though he somehow sensed how annoyed she was with him. He had borrowed a coworker's phone to tell her he would be home in fifteen minutes. She shook her head, taking in the messy room once more before shutting the door behind her. Why go out when she could have her fun right here at home?
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The tight leather corset and matching black thigh highs fit like a glove she never wanted to take off. It contrasted her pale skin and red lips perfectly in the now dim light of the apartment. She had just enough time to get dressed and strategically position herself in the armchair. Soon she heard his motorcycle pull in followed by his footfalls bounding two steps at a time toward the door.
Leaning back in the chair, and crossing her arms over her ample cleavage, she waited patiently for her pet to unlock the door and slip inside. Despite the excited pounding in her chest, she wore a stern expression. Arin flung open the door, his face bright with a smile. Then he stopped in his tracks.
His blue eyes scanned her body then focused intently on her face for some clue as to what she was feeling. This was not the lace or silk nightie she often wore to bed, nor was it the little black dress she liked to wear when going out. Something about that leather outfit made the air around them heavier.
"You look...um...what are the plans for tonight?" Arin sputtered, glancing around cautiously before shutting the door behind him. His expression was a mixture of apprehension and excitement and his eyes seemed to not know whether to shift to the floor or search her face further.
Instead of answering, Anna stood up from the chair and made her way over to Arin's bedroom, opening the door and motioning for him to come closer. He did, slowly, a small smile on his lips. Without being told, he turned on the light and took a step inside, eyeing the bed briefly before returning his attention to her.
"Care to tell me what is wrong with this picture?" She asked, taking another glance at the mess around them and frowning at a dirty gym sock that was inches from her boot.
"Well, I'm not much of a decorator, I'll admit, but it's not like anything's growing in here. No science experiments, not yet anyway," he said with a grin. Then his eyes followed her gaze to focus on the dirty clothes on the floor.
"I was going to get to that when I clean up this weekend. I left in a rush again, and... " His voice trailed off and the grin left his lips when he saw the annoyed look on her face.
"Yes, always in a rush, forgetting things, and your room looks like a tornado hit it. Do you suppose that is the submissive I deserve?" She asked, taking a step toward him, a cold expression on her face. He retreated slightly and swallowed hard, scanning the room more closely.
"The room...it's not really that bad. I mean...it could be a lot worse," he muttered, avoiding her eyes and crossing his arms in a silent pout. When he realized she was waiting for an answer to her question he sighed and looked away to hide his annoyance. "I don't know, Anna, maybe you just have high expectations?"
It was clear she would have to approach things a little more firmly if he was going to understand. Secretly, she had hoped he would resist just a little. What was the fun in a sub who said and did everything exactly as expected all the time?
"I think I'm in need of a crop, Arin. Go to my room and fetch me one," she demanded, pointing a gloved hand toward her room across the hall. His head shot up and his mouth opened slightly. Any hint of pain was enough to make him sweat even though she had been fairly gentle on him thus far.
"B-but Anna...I'm sorry. Really. I'll pick it all up this weekend," he murmured defensively, even while backing out of the room and slowly making his way down the hall without breaking her stare. He made it as far as the foot of her bed and stood perfectly still, fidgeting and waiting for her to change her mind.
"You do recall what a crop looks like, don't you, pet? Shall I come to give you another introduction?" She called, trying not to seem too impatient with his continued hesitation.
"Yea...uh...you showed me one the first night we came to your place," he mumbled, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his hand. Still, he made no move toward the rack mounted on the far wall.
In an instant, she was standing in her room, forcing a frown on her face as she tried not to think about how adorably awkward he looked staring at a wall of whips and crops on her bedroom wall.
"It's Yes, Miss, not yea, and when I give you an order you are to do it immediately," she said, grabbing the wooden hairbrush on her dresser. It felt heavy in her hand, almost powerful. Arin scanned it, a look of confusion on his handsome face.
"S-sorry Miss...I...I understand," he mumbled softly. It was brighter in her room than in the living room and the bulge in his pants was now very evident.
"No, Arin. I don't think you do understand. I think it's about time you learned what is expected of you, what you agreed to when you said you'd be Mine." She sat down on the bed, spreading her legs slightly and patted her lap with one hand, the cool wooden handle of the brush gripped firmly.
Arin watched her every movement anxiously, taking a half step forward and staring at her lap with timid eyes. Again he hesitated, waiting for her to change her mind.
"I um..was working in the archives all day...it's sort of musty. I could shower first. Or um..we could take a bath together and I could make it up to you, Miss" he offered, licking his lips and glancing over at the bathroom door.
"Take your clothes off then. There will be plenty of time for cleaning after your spanking," she said, unfazed by his generous offer. "If I have to ask again it will be much worse than you are imagining, I assure you."
He nodded once in understanding, his fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Letting the pants slip down to his ankles, he took a deep cautious breath. The uncertain cock, which now belonged to her, twitched as he slipped the silk boxers down over it and stepped out of the remainder of his clothes.
He shuffled closer, his hands straight in front of him to hide an erection that throbbed more with every step. Carefully, after another moment of hesitation, he draped himself over Anna's thighs, taking care to keep his weight on the balls of his feet.
A small shiver overtook him as he leaned further forward, pressing his palms on the floor. Although the apartment was still on the cooler side, she knew it wasn't the temperature that was making him shiver.
Anna ran a reassuring hand over his bare back, enjoying the colony of goosebumps that sprang up with her gentle touch. He seemed to relax slightly, despite his breath coming out in small shivering gasps.
"Tell me what we need to work on from now on, pet. What is it we will learn from this little lesson?" She purred, lifting one of her legs to hold him tightly in place between her thighs.
"I um...guess I need to do better about being neat...more to your standards than mine. M...miss," he mumbled, shifting and tensing at her every movement.
"I guess isn't good enough," she whispered, pulling back and taking a deep breath before striking his left cheek. She was careful to avoid the tailbone, instead coming in full contact with the meaty part of his ass. Unlike the last time she spanked him, she didn't bother holding back.
The strike was hard and caused his whole body to jerk forward. A small gasp left his throat and his hands found her ankle to hold onto. Just hearing the first smack against his soft skin made her panties wet. She had to take a deep breath to keep the arousal out of her voice.
"You will keep our home clean and neat," she ordered, landing two more forceful thuds against the same cheek, these causing him to shift even harder.
"You will work out a schedule so that you aren't running around like a little lost boy," she said, another three smacks coinciding with the last three words. This caused him to groan under his breath and grip her ankle harder with each strike. "And..."
"Okay, okay. Isn't that enough of a lesson?" he snapped, tensing up in anticipation of another blow. "I'll do better...okay? It's enough."
"You know your safe words, there is no reason to lose your temper, Arin. This lesson will be over when I say it's over. Where are you, Red or Yellow?" she asked, slipping a gloved finger between his cheeks and massaging gently until his cock slowly seemed to be coming alive in her lap.
