Writer's Note: Fiction – After Gregg's marriage to Susan ends, he rents a room from Lynette and finds himself in a world of complication.
Unfortunately, my marriage to Susan did not work out well. Some months after our divorce, I was short of money, and so rented a room from a professor at the university named Lynette.
She was quiet, slender and obviously very intelligent. She taught a full load of courses, and was working on a book that would turn out to be her ticket to tenure. At first, our relationship was quite tense, and it was like she didn't feel free to be herself around me. Obviously this was difficult for her, because if you can't be yourself in your own home, where can you be? Also we would quarrel periodically over whether or not I was doing my fair share of the chores.
Finally to break the ice a little bit and hopefully put things on a friendlier footing, I suggested that at least one night each week, one of us would do all the cooking and we would have dinner together. She agreed.
The first night was my turn. I think I cooked spaghetti and pesto, which I didn't really care for, but she liked it a lot. I did all the cooking myself and set the table. As dinner commenced I found myself spending most of the time waiting on her, pouring her wine, bringing her dessert, etc. I wouldn't let her do a thing. We had a wonderful conversation. After dinner she told me she was impressed that I'd waited on her the whole meal, and that she enjoyed being waited on. I replied that I liked waiting on her, and would be happy to do it again.
Two nights later, she fixed the meal. She didn't wait on me, but we had another excellent conversation. So we kept our new tradition going. She was much more relaxed, but it still felt like she wasn't entirely comfortable. A couple of weeks later, we again quarreled about the chores. I was tired of the tension so I suggested to her that she just make a list of chores she wanted me to do and I would do them.
She told me she thought that was kind of weird but that she sort of liked the idea. "Why don't we start Saturday," she said. I agreed, and we hugged each other, both of us glad that the disagreement was behind us.
Saturday came around and she presented me with a long list. I told her the list looked like a lot more than half, and she just smiled. She asked me what we would do if the chores were not completed to her satisfaction. Sort of as a joke, I said, "Well I guess you could spank me." She told me that sounded like a wonderful idea and told me to get to work.
About three weeks later she came home one Saturday evening and noticed some dust bunnies on the floor where I was supposed to have swept. Immediately she stalked over to the couch where I was reading a book and said, pointing at the dust bunnies, "This is totally unacceptable."
I looked over, sort of went, "Ulp!" and apologized. She told me an apology was not nearly sufficient and reminded me of what we had agreed three weeks before. "You didn't mean that did you?" I asked. "Of course I did," she said.
She told me to get the broom, and re-do that part of the floor, and when I was done to present myself to her in her home office. I did as she asked, and a few minutes later was standing before her. "Take down your pants," she said. I asked why. "You know perfectly well I can't have much effect through those jeans," she said. "And I don't want to hurt my hand.
I pulled down my pants. "OK. Get over my knee," she said. I thought for a moment, but had found I really didn't mind the chores from her list, and furthermore did not want to spoil our new rapport. I did as she said. She proceeded to paddle me for what seemed like a half hour. It hurt a lot. After she was done she caressed my face for a second and told me, "You know we both need this, don't you?" I nodded. Then she had me go to my room for the rest of the night.
A week or so later, she called me from the office on her night to cook dinner and asked if I could do it instead because she'd reached a difficult point in her research and did not want have to think about anything else if she could help it. I agreed and told her if she got home in time, I'd be happy to cook for her instead.
It did not happen that night, but soon I was cooking for her and waiting on her, first two nights a week, then more, and eventually every night she was home. This was in addition to my weekly chores. The spankings also became a weekly ritual.
One Friday evening I came home late from work, and found her dressed in a cute black sheath and fooling with her hair. She looked amazing and she had this wonderful conspiratorial smile on her face. I admit I had a hope the smile and the hot getup were for me, but she quickly put that notion to rest.
"I'm so glad we get along well now!" she exclaimed. "It's put me at ease and I've got a real date tonight. I was beginning to feel like no one wanted me," she said. I didn't know what to say to this because I certainly had felt very attracted to her. She gave me a quick hug, and was out the door. "Don't you dare wait up," she said.
I didn't. About 10 the next morning, while I was reading the paper in the living room, she came in the front door, still wearing that nifty sheath, but very disheveled. She had a happy grin on her face but still looked just the tiniest bit sheepish. "You silly maniac," I said.
"I couldn't help myself," she replied. "It had been so long, and he was just so cute!" she replied. "He's a hot lover, too. It was great." With that she bounced past me toward her bedroom and slept until late in the afternoon.
In the evening she had me cook her dinner, and after I'd cleaned up and put the dishes in the sink, she asked me to sit down and then looked at me with a strange look on her face. "You want me. Don't you?" she said. I nodded. "That's why it's amazing you were so supportive when I came in that morning.
"I'll be honest," she continued. "I have no desire to settle down right now in a conventional relationship with a man, but I do love living with you the way we have it now."
"I want you," I said, "But I feel comfortable with you right now, and I wouldn't change a thing. It did hurt me a little last night when you told me you were going out on a date with someone else, but I loved how happy it made you, and I sort of decided I was just going to do what I could to help you stay happy."
"It's perfect," she said. "I can really be myself with you now. I can have you as my kept domestic man at home, and still live as a single liberated woman. Is this really OK with you?"
"Yes," I said nodding. "For some reason it is. I just love helping you be happy and comfortable. I'll do this for as long as you like." She got out of her chair, pulled me to my feet and hugged me fiercely. "I'll see to it you're not sorry," she said.
With that she took me by the hand and led me to her home office. She asked me to kneel in front of her chair, and then sat in front of me. She was wearing a big white shirt with a belt, and I could see the panties peeking out from under it. Her legs looked wonderful.
Quickly she pulled down her panties and pulled my face into her sex. I pleasured her for upwards of an hour, and when she was done, she pushed my head back, and asked me to pull up her panties. I did so without a whimper, but I hated to see her disappear back inside her clothes.
