I was on top of the world and I loved it.
Summer had come which brought lots of changes in my life. Barry graduated college and decided to stay in town. Pete, his housemate, left and I moved in. It was both a relational and financial arrangement.
I met Barry's family at his graduation. They were classic underachievers. Both were retired and seemed to be in their early 50s though I couldn't be sure. Barry's paternal grandfather was a renowned businessman who wrote some of the early management books. We had read his most famous book in one of my early business classes. My professor called it dated but important and advised us to look past some of the earlier business practices and glean the parts about how good business people can grow in their company as they push for the business's success. I enjoyed the book but agreed with my professor. It was a bit dated.
The book made a bunch of money for Barry's grandpa and that money was handed down to his father who most likely never read the book because he had never moved beyond middle management in a somewhat outdated company. He enjoyed spending money more than making it. Barry's mother read a different book. It might have been titled, "How to Marry a Man with Money." She was also a good spender.
At dinner that night, I told Barry's dad that I had read his father's book in one of my classes and he offered to have the book signed for me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the book was probably sitting in the used bookstore hoping that some other professor might one day assign it to his students.
Barry was following in his parent's footsteps by taking on a mediocre job working at the front desk of a large office building. His parents were proud that he had landed a job before graduation and encouraged him to be the best desk officer he could be. Dad talked about the importance of keeping a balance between security and hospitality, pointing out how the first impression of a company was so important but bad players getting into a building could lead to stolen work.
I quietly shook my head. Barry's job was to check IDs and give parking vouchers to the few visitors who did appear at the door. I didn't tell his parents that his position would most likely be replaced by an electronic gate and a parking kiosk.
While Barry was doing his security/hospitality work at the front desk, I was doing a paid summer internship in the Marketing Department of a tech company not far from his work. As a Marketing major, it was the perfect job for me and I loved it from the moment I started. My manager valued my opinions on what people my age were looking for when using their apps. And better yet I was being paid good money.
I was making more money in my internship than Barry which was the financial reason for my moving in with him. The poor boy couldn't afford half of the monthly rent. With my paycheck, I was able to keep us in the apartment.
As I said before, our living arrangement was both financial and relational. Before graduation, I stayed at his place maybe one or two nights a week, and most of those nights Peter was around so, due to the thin walls, our lovemaking was forced to be very quiet or nonexistent. Now that we had the place to ourselves we were able to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted to do it. Life was good.
Barry and I not only enjoyed having sex; we also entertained ourselves with fantasy talk. I quickly learned that Barry was even more submissive than I thought. Our evening with Paul, whom Barry still referred to only as Sex Guy, was a big thing for him. He loved to talk about Paul and often asked me what sex was like with him. He always wanted more details so I didn't hold back. I never compared the two of them and he never asked me to. This was a good thing because if I was forced to pick based only on the quality of the fuck, Paul would win hands down.
Our talk about Sex Guy almost always ended in us having sex. I think perhaps Barry saw it as him winning in the end. He knew that my sex was good with Paul but at that moment he was the one who had me in his arms. I was ok with this. I did find that, while I liked being on the bottom with Paul, I preferred to be on top of Barry. Paul was strong and forceful. Having him on top pushing himself on me was thrilling. With Barry, I wanted to be in control. I liked to start out straddling Barry on his chest. From there, I had many options. I could move forward, push my knees into his underarms, and force his hands above his head, putting him in a surrender position with my clit on his mouth. Or I could also move back and lean forward placing my breasts in his mouth.
And of course, I could go further back if I chose and impale myself on his dick. Barry didn't have much choice in the matter being stuck under me the whole time. If I let him fuck me, it went at my speed and ended when I wanted it to. Sometimes that was before he had a chance to come and if that was the case the poor frustrated boy would just have to wait. I always went to sleep completely satisfied having felt his tongue between my legs whether we fucked or not.
Early in our time living together Barry, in his shy way, asked me about spankings.
"I've been thinking," he started one night. I had just rolled off him with both of us having happy endings.
When he didn't finish his sentence I had to ask, "What were you thinking, Barry?"
"Well, Um." The boy took so long to get around to his deep dark issues. "Well, would you ever consider giving me a spanking?"
I laughed out loud. Big mistake. I should have taken his desires seriously.
"Never mind," he muttered, rolling over away from me.
"No no I'm sorry Barry," I said as seriously as possible. "Why do you want a spanking?"
"I feel like I need to be punished," he admitted.
"Why? Have you done something wrong?"
"I don't know. I mean I don't think I have but I think about being punished a lot and it turns me on. You know, the same way I feel when you are doing it with Sex Guy."
"Ok then, you will get a spanking but not tonight. It has to be when I decide." Barry rolled back toward me, hugged me, and happily went to sleep.
It was a few days later when I decided it was time for his spanking. I had never thought much about spankings as a sexual thing but it was another way for me to control Barry and I liked that thought.
After dinner, we were watching TV when in the middle of a show I told Barry to go to his room and prepare for a spanking. He gave me a shocked look.
"Now?" he asked.
"Yes, now. I told you it would be when I decided. I decided it is now."
"Can we finish the show?"
"No!" I said strongly. "To your room and prepare for your spanking."
"How do I prepare for a spanking?"
I hadn't thought about that. I thought about telling him to take off all his clothes but then it sounded too sexual. I wanted it to feel like a punishment.
"Just go to the bedroom, sit on the bed, and wait for me."
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded. And then, as he walked toward the room, "Can you record the rest of the show?"
"No!" I responded right away. I recorded it anyway. I also wanted to see it.
I let him sit there for about five minutes and then walked into the room where I found him meekly sitting on the bed.
"OK, you wanted this and you're going to get what you asked for," I said as I pulled out the desk chair and sat in front of him. "And as a further punishment, there will be no sex tonight."
Barry looked at me but didn't say anything. He was pouting like a baby.
"Now stand up, pull down your pants and your underwear and get over my lap."
He stood and stripped down. I could immediately see his erection. "Umm, go in the bathroom and get a towel. I don't want you spewing your seed all over my jeans. That is not what this is about."
Without a word, he did a duck walk to the bathroom while holding his pants around his knees. He looked pretty silly as he came back holding the towel with one hand and the top of his pants with the other.
Once I got the towel over my lap I was able to comfortably pull Barry over my knees. His hands went to the floor on my left and his feet were hanging in the air to my right. I placed my palm on his bare butt and prepared for a spanking.
I had never given anyone a spanking before and had no idea what I was doing. It seemed pretty simple though. I raised my hand and let it come down hard in the middle of his butt. Barry's head flew up immediately.
"Ah, Shit! That was too hard," he cried.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him controlling this but I also was doing it for him. I certainly didn't want to hurt the boy but at the same time, this was supposed to be a punishment. As a result, my spanks went from hard to light to hard again.
This just wasn't working and both of us knew it. In the end, I told him I had recorded our show. We went out and watched and then, breaking my threat from earlier we went to bed and had sex.
***
This was the first time that I lived in a place other than the dormitory or my parent's house and I wanted to host a party. I had been making some new friends at work and I decided to have brunch for a few of them. I invited three girls from my team. Two of them had boyfriends who were also invited so along with Barry and me there would be seven of us.
The night before my big event, Barry cooked our dinner while I did some preparations for the brunch. Together we made a total mess out of the kitchen. I was tired from a busy day of work and an evening of planning so I appreciated it when Barry offered to clean the kitchen and let me go to bed.
Barry was still asleep when I got up in the morning and I figured I wouldn't wake him as all I had to do was put the coffee cake and casserole in the oven.
"Shit!" I yelled when I turned on the kitchen light. That was followed by "Barry!!!"
Silence.
"Barry, get up now" I screamed walking back into the bedroom.
I found Barry in our room half asleep and struggling to put his jeans on. "What's the matter?" he asked in response to my panicked call
"The kitchen," I screamed. "It is a total mess. You said you were going to clean it up for me last night. What the fuck happened?"
