****Part 2 of Eric and Vanessa's Story, find Part 1 Punishing His Roommate on my profile. They can both be read as stand alone stories but there will be a bit of world building and story building between parts. Happy Reading.****
Eric and I didn't talk about the incident. He spanked me, fingered me, held me. My head was spinning after that. I had never been treated that way in my life by any of my boyfriends and he was just my roommate.
It had been a week since he spanked me and I was doing my best to clean up after myself and remember what I had to do. I would get to it eventually but Eric was stricter about it. After the last incident I didn't need him taking his frustrations out on me again.
I was sitting in my room listening to music when his angry voice rammed through. I sat up straight and paused it to try and hear what Eric wanted to say.
When he didn't repeat himself I yelled back. "Huh?"
"Whose turn was it to cook dinner tonight?" Eric asked.
My mind froze. It was Saturday and on Saturdays Eric cooked. As we agreed. "Um...yours?"
"No, it was yours."
"No, it's Saturday," I yelled back. At this point I was getting kind of annoyed. Who did he think he was, talking to me like this?
Footsteps sounded against the hardwood floors. Soon he was in my doorway staring me down. I regretted my outfit in an instant. I didn't think he was going to barge in here so I was in nothing but panties and a small cropped top.
"We agreed to swap days on Wednesday, remember, because I asked you," he said.
I scrambled into a sitting position and then looked at him sideways as I tried to run that conversation back in my mind. My memory was shit. I did then remember and he was right.
"It's only six, I could order us some pizza," I suggested.
"Dinner is not the problem," he then said, stepping into the room. I furrowed my eyebrows. Eric shut the door behind him.
"It will be here in like half an hour we eat around half past six anyway. Thank you for reminding me, but I just don't understand..."
"The problem is you're forgetful. Seeing how well my lesson worked last week on your housework skills, I think it would be beneficial to teach you another lesson," his deep voice made my insides quiver.
I scrambled back in my bed and shook my head side to side. Eric stalked toward me. "No, no, Eric," I stammered.
Eric sat on the bed, his large hand wrapped around my ankle. He was warm and I was cold.
"You need a firm hand and guidance, I am here to provide that for you," he told me.
The sting of my ass from the last time was firm in my memory. "But, I didn't ask for this," I said.
"You don't need to ask for it. I'm telling you what you need because your head is scrambled and you can't think straight," he said. His hand ran up my leg, over my knee, then into my inner thigh where the skin was so sensitive before he cupped my pussy. "You're wet."
I blinked between him and his hand. Eric pulled my panties off my body leaving me bear for him.
"Have you ever had your pussy spanked before?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or what. Of course I haven't had my pussy spanked before, who does that.
"No," I shrieked. I rolled off the side of the bed, slipping past Eric. I almost made a break for it too but he was too quick, pulling me back by the hair. My back was plastered to Eric's front.
"I thought we could do this the easy way," Eric's voice dropped a dangerous octave.
"I don't want you beating me Eric, it's wrong," I hissed back.
"I'm not beating you. I'm punishing you because otherwise I will have to move out." His words shocked me to my core. I needed him as my roommate for more reasons than money. I was a bit difficult to live with and I didn't really like other people so much but Eric and I had known each other for years. We slept together once when we first met but decided to stay friends then he got into a pretty serious relationship that fizzled out after a year. I needed a roommate and he had just moved out of his girlfriend's house so when he saw my post he messaged me and it's been five years since then and we have been completely platonic. This feels less than platonic.
"I don't want you to move out, I like what we have," I found myself whining. Eric wrapped a hand around my throat from behind me holding me in place.
"It doesn't work if you don't hold up your end of the bargain. I think this is the only way forward," he said.
"So, either you get to beat me when I am bad, according to your own metric. Or, we can't be roommates?"
Eric's other hand came around my body pulling me closer to him. He began to rub circles on my clit making me moan. My head wasn't working properly because I was getting wet under his hot touch.
"I don't just have to beat you but yes, you need a firm hand Vanessa, otherwise you become unwieldy. If I didn't wake you up some mornings for work you would have lost your job ten times over," he said.
"I am a bit...frazzled," I admitted.
"Now, are you going to take your punishment or are you going to be a little brat?" As Eric asked this he pinched my clit making me shriek. I groaned against him. His hand constricted around my throat. What was happening to me?
He began to walk us out of the room when I didn't reply.
Soon we were standing in the kitchen, Eric's body still wrapped around mine.
"How do you expect me to sit here and say I will just take it?" I asked Eric.
"I guess you're right, it would be against your nature to do so. How about this, if you give me any trouble I'll make it a lot worse than it has to be," he threatened.
"Worse how?"
"I bought a knob of ginger this week, assuming you would act up. If you give me any trouble during your punishments, that knob is going right up your asshole."
Was he out of his goddamn mind? Eric continued now rubbing my clit. "What's that meant to do?" I shrieked, the sound reverberated around the kitchen.
"It will burn. They used to use it as a torture method, all the way back in Ancient Greece, if I read correctly," he said as he continued to play with my pussy. I leaned back against him, feeling limp from his threats of ginger up the ass.
"You're being so mean to me," I whined.
Eric urged me forward until we were about a foot away from the counter top. "Hands on the edge of the counter," he instructed and let go of my neck. I did as he said and bent over, slightly, bracing myself. He stepped back and used his foot to spread my legs.
"I'm not being mean," he said, leaning over me. His hot breath tickled my neck. "I think in time you will understand I am being very nice and you'll even thank me for correcting your bad behaviour."
Fear shot up my spine. Eric's hand splayed over the curvature of my ass. This was all so embarrassing. He reached down touching my pussy and then the cold air of the kitchen was against me again but only for a split second before, slap.
Eric spanked my pussy, hard. I winced from the pain and he did it again. I almost fell forward.
"We could have been doing this in your bed where you would have been comfortable, but you've chosen to act like a brat instead," his tone was even like he was just telling me a basic fact. Eric had always been completely in control, stoic. He was always in control of his emotions, except when it came to me it seemed. He was completely in control at his job, from the way he spoke about it. He set firm boundaries with everyone in his life and all of our mutual friends respected him. He went to the gym on a strict schedule but didn't overly exert himself. In fact, he was quite strict with himself in all matters of life. Was he trying to extend the strictness out to me? Is that how any of this even works?
He came around beside me and pulled the drawer open revealing our utensils. Out came a wooden spoon. I wasn't dumb enough to sit there and get beat. I dropped down first so he couldn't grab me so easily and began to run at the same time. I sprinted toward our bedrooms, they were across from one another on either side of the hall.
As I was slamming my door shut a large foot got in the way. I pushed Eric as hard as I could but he was too strong for me. He pushed me and I almost fell to the ground behind the door. Instead I began to scramble backward as he barged into the room. He was holding a wooden spoon in his hand and he seemed less than happy.
I wasn't even exactly scared of him, I just didn't want him to win.
"Eric," I whined as I backed up.
"Are you always going to make me chase you?"
"If you want to beat me, you have to earn it. I'm not going to sit there and take your spankings anymore. It's assault you know," I snapped back. I was almost against the wall and he was closing in on me.
"You took it just fine the first time. Where has my good girl gone?" he cooed, coming closer and closer to me. Oh no.
He was turning me on, I hated him for it.
"I'm good," I stammered. I wasn't sure what else to say or why those words even came out. Eric closed the distance between us, his hands slid around my waist and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"On the bed then," he commanded. His steady dominant tone had me struggling not to comply. Eric moved from in front of me and motioned to the bed. I walked over.
I think deep down a part of me wanted this. I just didn't want to give in so easily. I liked that Eric bothered to chase me around the house just to do what he wanted to me. It felt almost as if I was really wanted, even for all my annoying tendencies. I knew how I could be. I knew people didn't always tend to like me. It was just hard to change. It was hard not to be myself.
I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and my knees up. Eric looked at me, and in that moment I noticed it, his eyes were full of lust. His cock was hard in his pants. In a bold move I pulled my panties off and then my top leaving me naked for him.
