Punishing His Roommate

Chapter Title: ***Vanessa's Awakening***

Eric and I fell into a routine over the next couple of weeks. He took me on three more dates to various restaurants. After our dates he would defile me, sometimes in the car, sometimes in a dark alleyway. I always wear easy clothes now.

"Vanessa."

I was laying on the couch trading my book when Eric's angry voice startled me. I looked up to see him walking into the room.

"Yes Sir?" I winced.

"What are you meant to be doing right now?" he asked.

I thought back but nothing was coming into my mind. It was a lazy Sunday as far as I was concerned. I frowned at Eric.

"I don't know," I grumbled.

Eric stalked toward me, making me sit up on the couch further. He stood over me, he didn't even need to touch me his presence was intimidating enough. I hadn't really been punished since we went on that first date. I don't know why I think I just found submission much easier, more natural, after that point.

"We don't have any groceries," he said. Then I remembered today was my time to go grocery shopping. We usually took turns every week. We usually shopped on Sundays because it was really the only time we both had off.

"Oh," I squeaked.

"I'll be punishing you when you get back," he told me before walking away.

***

In the grocery store, all I could think about was what was going to happen to me. I took the list off the fridge with all the normal things that we would buy. Plus anything that needed replacing or refilling. Then right at the bottom of the list in red pen was the word ginger. It said right next to it and don't forget.

I thought about just not buying it. But at the same time I knew that would be a bad idea.

In the end, I bought the ginger.

I went home and unloaded all the groceries and then put them away. I kept the ginger to the side. Eric was in his room and I didn't want to bother him while I was doing my chore. Once I was done, I stripped naked, holding the ginger, I walked into his bedroom.

Eric was just sitting there on the bed. When he saw me his eyes widened slightly. He watched me wondering what I was about to do.

I kneeled on the floor in front of his bed and put my palm so they were facing upwards presenting the ginger to him.

"Please punish me, Sir," I said.

A smile turned up on Eric's face.

"Well, we can't just use it like that," he told me.

I felt my face turning red.

"Let's go to the kitchen," he told me.

I stood up still holding the ginger. We walked into the kitchen, Eric was right behind me. We walked in and he pulled open a drawer and grabbed a carving knife. He pulled the ginger from my hand.

"Go stand in the corner against the wall, I'll come get you when it's time for your punishment," Eric said. My eyes widened.

"The corner?"

He put the knife and ginger down and grabbed me by the upper arm.

"Yes pet, you need to think about your actions," he said, steady. He pulled me through to the far end of the kitchen and faced me into the corner. "Now stay."

I waited and waited, the anticipation and nerves getting to me. I was shifting from foot to foot. Eric didn't say anything but I just felt his presence behind me. My muscles all seized up at once.

"Turn around," he said. I turned, pouting up at him. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over to the dining room table. My heart was fluttering with nerves the whole time.

"You remember the last time I threatened you with ginger?" Eric asked.

I nodded before replying. "Yes Sir."

"And you remember how you ran away?" He pressed.

"Yes Sir."

"If you run away this time I'll beat you senseless," he growled.

My head spun with arousal. Oh that was so wrong. My body was alight, thrumming at a low rhythm like an old appliance. I almost wanted him to punish me. I needed it.

"I won't run," I finally said.

"You better not," he replied.

"Spread your asscheeks for me."

I reached back as I was bent over the table, my entire front was against it while my legs were spread. I pulled my cheeks apart and felt the cool air of the apartment land on my little hole and down against my pussy.

Eric walked around and presented to me the ginger butt plug. He didn't say anything but I could tell he was saying this is going up your ass.

I pouted, deeper. Eric chuckled.

He came back around to my asshole and then pushed the ginger in. He must have rinsed it under the tap because it was a little slimy and slipped right in.

The burning sensation began within thirty seconds. It was a slow burn, nothing too intense yet. My breathing was heavy though as my nerves got the best of me.

"How does it feel," Eric asked, sitting down next to me.

"It burns," I admitted.

The burn spread through my tiny hole. I'd let go of my asscheeks now and I was doing my best not to clench around it.

"You have one minute to adjust to the burn. It will just continue to grow. Then I am going to take the wooden spoon from the kitchen and tan your ass with it," he told me.

"Why?" I cried out. I knew why but the pain was messing with my head. I was shifting from foot to foot trying to make the burn go away as best I could.

"You know why. You neglected one of your tasks. You know you deserve it," he told me.

"I don't know if I do," I argued.

Eric laughed, but it was dark and menacing. He leaned in, so I could see every tiny faint freckle on his face.

"You're going to learn soon enough that you deserve your punishments," he told me. I frowned at him.

The burning continued. I was wincing now. I was not getting used to the sensation in the least. Eric smoothed his hand over my back, rubbing it in circles.

"It's one thing that you punish me and it's another for me to think I deserve it," I bit back.

"Uh huh," Eric blew me off. "Stay," he commanded before standing up. He walked into the kitchen and when he returned he was holding the wooden spoon and the egg timer. Where was he going to put that? He set both things down in front of me, taunting me. He then walked off again. An agonising minute later he started collaring me from behind. I knew this meant I now couldn't speak freely, lest I get twice the beating.

Eric picked up the egg timer. "Five more minutes the ginger will stay inside you while I beat you, then we will remove it," he said.

"Okay... Sir"

"You almost earned a belting," he said.

"Yes Sir," I bit, my tone communicating for me.

"Smart ass," Eric said, smacking me with his hand along the side of my thigh.

Eric set the timer down then I felt the first smack of the wooden spoon against my ass. It stung through my cheek. He smacked my left asscheek over and over before matching his work on the right side. I clenched around the ginger as he smacked me making the burn worsen. I screamed out in pain.

"Sir," I gasped. Eric chuckled as he smacked me harder. He stood off to the side of me, with his hand pressing down on my lower back, holding me in place.

Now he alternated left cheek, right cheek. He went over and over again. I felt tears prick my eyes as the two sensations of the burning and the beating came together. I eyed the timer through blurry eyes, four minutes to go.

Eric moved down to my sensitive upper thighs. Two smacks landed on either thigh. Then he started smacking up, each hit only landing a half inch away from the last. He smacked up from the crease of my thigh and ass until he reached the fattest part of my cheek then he moved on to my other cheek.

By now tears were flowing at full force. I was almost kicking but somehow managed to keep my legs still.

"Eric," I blubbered.

"Sir," he corrected with an extra hard hit.

I was a mess.

I looked down at the timer, three minutes now. Eric continued on his tirade and I just began to kick my legs as I got louder. The pain was coursing through me in waves and making me skittish like a trapped animal.

"You know your safe word," Eric said, pausing for a moment. When I didn't reply he continued punishing me. The timer was still ticking down at two minutes and thirty odd seconds.

I hadn't considered using it before until now but I wasn't sure if I could take it any more. I wriggled my ass and Eric pulled back for a moment.

"Red, yellow, green," Eric asked.

"Yellow," I cried back.

"Can you take the rest with my hand?" he questioned.

"I need the ginger out," I cried.

"It's going to continue burning when I remove it," he said.

"I am safewording the ginger," I said to Eric. He pulled it out and it soothed me a little but the burning did continue as he said.

"No more timer," he then said. "Can you handle ten spanks?" he then asked.

Tears were caking on my face. I needed to finish my punishment.

"Yes, please beat me Sir," I said.

"Ten, and you need to ask for each one," Eric told me.

"Yes Sir. Please hit me," I begged.

A hard smack came down over the centre of my ass.

I winced and asked for another. Eric complied. This went on and on me begging to be hit between each smack until Eric finished the tenth slap.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

"No Sir," I sighed.

"Alright, back in the corner with you," he told me. He pulled me up by the arm and started marching me back into the kitchen.

"When will you let me out?" I asked.

"When the burning mostly subsides. While you're still burning you're being punished. I want you to stand there and think about how to prevent these things happening in the future," Eric told me.

He pushed me into the corner and let go of my arm.

"I will be back in twenty minutes," he said.

My mind raced. He was right. I needed to prevent myself from being punished further. I needed to learn how to be a good submissive. I felt bad I couldn't finish taking the ginger but at the same time it was more than I could handle. Time ticked by and boredom set in. I would rather take a beating than be this bored ever again.

***

I felt a kiss press into my collarbone and melted back into Eric.

"Your asshole still burning?" he asked.

"No, it's stopped. There's a bit of lingering but not much," I replied.

He pulled me back and spun me around. "Well, your punishment is over then. You did such a good job. Let me take care of you baby."

My legs were jelly as I leaned against Eric. He scooped me up into his arms and started walking me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet seat and ran a bath. He poured in bubble bath and salts, then once it was full to the top he lifted me up again and placed me in the hot water. I hissed at the temperature but soon settled into its warm embrace.

Eric sat by the side of the tub on a little stool, keeping me company, playing with my hair. I sat back and relaxed into the tub.

***

It had been a day since Eric figged me. I came home from work and cooked dinner as it was my night. Eric was working back late, he texted me to let me know. I finished cooking and put the food on the table before I changed into a short pleated skirt and a white cropped top with no bra. I put my hair in two plaits and spritzed on some perfume.

I texted Eric, dinner is ready.

Eric: Eat without me, make me a plate. I will be home in an hour.

I frowned a little at his text but replied, Yes Sir.

I ate slowly, there was no reason to rush then when I was finished I put together a plate for Eric and cleaned up. If he came home to a mess after having to work late he would surely beat me. Once I finished cleaning the dishes and putting away the leftovers I glanced at the clock. Any minute now.

I put Eric's plate in the switched off oven so it could stay warm then went to the front door. I knelt and waited. Eric had never asked me to do this before but I was reading up online on other power play dynamics and saw that some people did this.

Five long minutes passed and Eric pushed the front door open.

"Welcome home, Sir," I purred.

His eyes widened as he looked around then he glanced down at me. He seemed confused for a moment but then his eyes darkened with understanding. Eric turned to me and handed me his work bag and coat.

"You know where to put this," Eric told me.

"Yes Sir. Your dinner is in the oven."

Eric patted my head. "Thank you, pet."

"It's my pleasure, Sir."

Eric chuckled and walked toward the kitchen. I stood up and walked into his room putting his things away in their correct spots. When I walked out I saw Eric had found his food and was eating it at the table. I came and sat next to him to keep him company.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Stressful, I'm just glad to be home," Eric replied.

"What can I do to make you feel better"

"You're doing a pretty good job so far. I just need you to be completely submissive and not brat with me tonight."

Something strange came over me. I didn't feel like rebelling at all. In fact I felt like getting on my knees. I wanted to show him just how submissive I could be.

"Yes Sir. I was thinking earlier today that I still had two minutes left on the timer," I said.

I couldn't even believe that I was asking for this. I think I just wanted to show my dedication.

"You want me to fig you?" Eric deadpanned.

"I don't want it, I deserve it. I feel guilty that I didn't complete my punishment."

Eric eyed me almost suspiciously. He was still eating his dinner so it wasn't as if he could punish me right now. We were simply speaking.

"You didn't take it very well yesterday," Eric pointed out.

"I hated it... but I want to do the right thing," I continued.

Eric reached across the table and took my chin in his hand. His eyes danced with mine. I was a goner. Anything he'd say to me now may as well be gospel.

"Do you want to suffer for me, pet?"

I wasn't sure if suffer was the right word but his sentiment rang true.

"Yes," I said in a thick breathy tone.

The look on his face cemented to me that I had made the right decision. His eyelids dropped into a hooded lusty gaze, the muscles in his arms flexed.

"I didn't know you could be such a good girl," Eric began. "I thought you'd be a little brat forever."

I gave him a small mock glare and he laughed before getting back to his food.

***

Eric ordered me to get naked and bring him my collar and leash while he cleaned up after himself. I came out of my bedroom to see him sitting on the couch.

"I thought we could do it here," he said.

I nodded and waited for further instruction. "Yes Sir."

"Come lay over my lap," he said. My eyes widened a little but I did what he said. Rounding the couch I stepped forward tentatively. I was nervous even though I practically begged for this. Eric took hold of me as soon as I was in reaching distance and he pulled me over his lap. My feet touched the ground and my head was dangling. I gripped the couch whilst Eric's large hand smoothed over my back.

"Are you ready, pet?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I quivered.

I felt some lube squirt onto my asshole, Eric pushed it against my tight little bud with his fingers, massaging it for a few moments. I sucked in a breath and then the ginger was pushed inside me. The burning started straight away.

"I'm going to spank you," Eric told me.

"Okay...Sir." My voice cracked even though barely anything had happened yet.

The burning spread just like it did the last time. It spread all throughout my lower half in this abstract way but it was most concentrated inside me where the ginger was touching me.

Eric's hand came down hard against my ass. He wasn't pulling any of his hits even now. I guess it was only two minutes so he had to make it count. Eric was much more random about it this time. He just spanked me all over my ass with no rhyme or rhythm. The burning and the spanks together was an intense sensation. I almost felt like my brain and body were completely disconnected. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and let the feeling flow through my body. Within the first minute I was groaning and wriggling over Eric's lap. He pulled his leg over mine, pinning me down and spanking me harder.

"Thirty seconds," Eric then said.

Tears were pricking my eyes by this point. The pain was coursing through me and my head was lulling. Unlike when I was being punished this felt different. I let my body relax into what Eric was doing to me. There was something so freeing about being able to just take the pain because it was Eric's decision for me to be in pain.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks and then before I knew it he was pulling the ginger out of me and pulling me up into his arms. Eric sat back on the couch and pulled me along with him. He kissed my face all over. I was just melting into his touch. My head was spinning. I stared at Eric with wide dazed eyes.

"Speak to me baby," he cooed.

"Mmhm," I replied, nodding. Eric stroked my hair.

"Are you okay?"

I laid my head on his chest and pulled in a deep breath. "I think the pain went to my head a little, gave me a little high. I am a bit out of it."

Eric rubbed his hand up and down my back and stood up with me in his arms. He walked me to his room and laid me down in his bed, so I was sitting against the headboard.

"I'll be right back," he said before walking out. When Eric came back he was holding a glass of juice and a packet of chips.

He handed me both and slid into bed with me.

"I think your blood sugar dropped, love. You should eat up," he said. I nodded and took a sip of my drink. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. "You're such a good girl, Vanessa."

I didn't reply but I laid my head against his shoulder and Eric tangled his leg up with mine.