COMING TO HEEL
Paul bit his lip and prepared for the argument. He loved Mephista, and was amazed that he'd found an attractive if slightly older woman to live with who supported his peculiar desires. But he really wanted to socialize with the girls from work.
Mephista sat in the ornate living room, blonde hair spilling over on her tight blue sweater, reading, or re-reading "The Age of Innocence" by Edith Wharton. Paul feared that Mephista wanted them to spend the evening together reading it to each other.
"J-Mephista?" Paul smiled at her, watching idly as the red, sharp nails flicked through the pages.
Mephista looked up and smiled. She kept her lipstick behind a pillow and checked it every few minutes. Paul really appreciated it that Mephista kept herself up for him.
"What's going on, Paulie?" Mephista smiled. "Did you clear the dishes and clean the kitchen? I really enjoyed the arugula a great deal, and the eggplant."
"Yes. I wanted to tell you that I am planning to go out tonight with some friends from work." Paul felt a lump in his throat. He really worried that this might end up like his abortive attempt to negotiate a later bedtime.
Certainly, since Mephista had taken over Paul's life, things had gotten so much better. He wasn't sport-fucking super models anymore, and didn't bounce in and out of treatment centers anymore in his chase for the nose candy.
"Planning something? You want to go out, Paulie?" Mephista looked sweetly mystified.
Eliciting a slight cough, she dipped her head. One blonde curl fell on the sweater. "But Paulie, darling, you did want to sit up a little later on Friday nights, and I am allowing for nine-thirty, unlike your weeknight bedtime of 8 pm."
Paul flushed.
"I thought we'd read together, and then I might give you a nice bath, and get you in your jam-jams."
Paul's dick bulged in his trousers as he thought of Mephista's baths...she would, while still fully dressed, put him in the tub and scrub and soap his "wee-wee" until it was quite hard.
Mephista's icy white fingers with the ruby nails going up and down and all around Paul's shaved penis and testes, it was really something else, and of course she would "thoroughly scour his butt-hole, his anus reeling from the shock, as the masturbation continued with the other hand.
During the day at work, Paul wore a butt-plug most of the time, except when he had to go Number Two..so his rear felt especially exposed.
Now and then if he'd been "churlish" Mephista would give him a hot enema before returning to the bathtub hand job...it was so glorious and it would go on for so long!
Yes, and sometimes Mephista would finish Paul off while wearing one of her stubbly gardening gloves. This as he stood in the tub naked with his hands behind his back.
But Leah, Kara and Kristin and their friends had been asking Paul to go out with them to a daiquiris bar, and it had been such a long time. When was the last time he'd been in a bar?
They'd finished a major case at work, the Tunstall patent matter, and he'd led the group, and the girls saw him as a major player. Paul loved Mephista, but really needed his space.
"I-I just want to go out for a few hours. It's Friday night, and I'll be in before eleven."
Mephista shook her head. "I think I know where this is going. You don't have a driver's license anymore, Paulie, are the ladies coming to get you? Do they know your former drunken antics removed your license, so I have to put you on the bus with your lunch every day?"
Paul flushed again and stared at his wing tips. But again, he gathered courage, though he felt as if he had just swallowed a ball of hot lead.
"I'll be back before eleven. I'm going to wait for the girls on the front porch."
Mephista smiled again, and shut her book. "Paul, my Paul. You really want to act up tonight, don't you? I haven't given you an enema in nearly two weeks.
And obviously you've not had any correction since I strapped you Tuesday night."
Paul blanched. That had been horrible, she'd done it with him leaning over the tub, naked, the razor strop opening his capillaries. Then she'd given him his bath, in ice-cold water, and she'd not touched his penis.
This because he'd been short with her at dinner!
And after his bath, he'd been forced to bend over for the big rubber Monster, which had replaced his little butt plug...and he'd slept with it all night long, not in his comfortable Nursery bed, but on the floor.
"I'm going to go now, Mephista. I'll wait on the front porch."
Mephista smiled. "I think you need to go upstairs and take off your clothes and put on your pajamas. It's obvious you are tired and cranky. You need a little talking-to, there's no doubt."
Paul stomped his foot. He felt ridiculous. Damn it, I'm twenty-eight years old!
Mephista smiled. "Oh, dear. You're starting to have a tantrum. This reminds me of Saturday, when I had to drag you into the Macy's women's changing room by the ear. Thankfully I had my hairbrush in my purse..."
Paul bit his lip. The hairbrush landing on his savaged buttocks again and again in the narrow changing room, his pants clogging his knees...
And then walking out behind Mephista shamefacedly. God, all those giggling female customers, they watched as he rubbed his bottom, his pants had just been pulled up.
Some of the men in the Sporting Goods department snickered, but truly, this helped Paul follow Mephista slowly, and not nag her about how long the damn shopping trip took.
And of course she'd made him get in the trunk with the packages, as whiny boys don't get to sit in the car like adults, do they?
Mephista shook her head now. "You have really annoyed 'Phee a bit now, Paulie. Upstairs and in your jammies. I'm counting to ten."
"Mephista, I'm an adult-"
"Ten"
"I have plans!"
"Nine...eight..."
He clenched his fists.
But Paul knew she had him in what they used to call a cleft stick. Once he'd had a big rage after Mephista whipped him with a spruce switch in the back yard, in front of that adorable law student in the group house next door...
And Mephista had told him to live any way he liked, and ignored him for nearly a week until he begged her to re-take the reins.
He might not get a second chance this time.
"Three...two..."
In blind tears, Paul ran up the stairs. He went into his bedroom and pulled out his pink striped pajamas-most men just sleep in their undershorts, but that wasn't the rule here, was it?
When Paul was in his pajamas, he left the bedroom and went to the head of the stairs.
His blood chilled as he heard Kara's laugh.
"Thanks for letting us in early. Is Paul ready?"
