Instruction: Execute a Cleaning Lesson
A key jangled outside the apartment door, and Eli rose from his seat, ruler in hand. The door cracked open, and he looked up as his partner Jacob, with his shaggy red hair and unwashed T-shirt and ripped jeans, stepped in. The smell of grease, oil, and smoke lingered in the air.
"The door always creaks, Jacob," he said, rolling his eyes. "Why haven't you fixed it?"
Jacob closed the door behind him and crossed the room.
"Stop!" Eli pointed the ruler at Jacob's dirty boots. "Where are those supposed to go?"
"In the bins by the front door."
"And where have you been putting them?" Eli could hear the exasperation in his voice.
"In the bedroom," he muttered quietly.
"Show me your hands." Eli commanded.
Jacob lifted his grease-covered hands and winced as the ruler cracked down on his knuckles with a sharp sting. "Put your boots where they belong."
Nodding silently, Jacob began untying his boots. He breathed heavily, knowing Eli only used the ruler when he was angry and teaching a lesson. After years of this, Jacob knew he wouldn't forget. As he removed his boots, he glanced at his partner, who wore a crisp T-shirt tucked into pressed pants and a belt. He noticed the curly blonde hair neatly parted around his face, his firm gaze fixed on him.
"My love, I," he tried to interject.
"Where are you supposed to leave your dirty clothes?" Eli asked.
"In the bins by the door, labeled 'Laundry.'"
"And where have you been putting them?"
"In the bedroom?" Jacob couldn't recall his recent location.
"Show me your hands." Eli commanded once more.
Lifting his grease-covered hands, Jacob obeyed, flinching as the ruler connected with them.
"Remove your clothes and put them where they belong." Eli set the ruler down on a nearby table and watched.
Once Jacob held his clothes in his hands, Eli pointed to the bin labeled "Laundry" and watched as he threw the items inside.
Jacob stood there, naked and exposed, feeling Eli's scrutiny. He glanced at his feet, then rubbed his cheek, realizing the dirt still clung to his hands. A black smear crossed his chin as he brushed his fingers.
"Always so filthy," Eli said, pacing around him. "Couldn't even wash your hands at the shop." Eli's pacing had a military cadence, as if inspecting recruits. Goosebumps covered Jacob's skin as Eli's body brushed against his. He could feel the reddening in his cheeks.
The shame of this inspection coupled with the scolding aroused him.
"Wash your hands thoroughly," Eli said, then began to leave the kitchen. "Meet me in the bedroom."
Jacob instantly complied, lathering his hands with soap and scrubbing vigorously. He heard the sound of metal buckling as Eli prepared for their next scene. The paddle came without warning, stinging him across the buttocks. He gasped and felt the water spray up his arm as his hands shook.
"Keep cleaning your hands," Eli instructed.
Jacob continued, taking care to wash every finger thoroughly, each time receiving another, more intense swat from the wooden paddle. As he finished his first rinse, Eli entered the room, his business attire in stark contrast to Jacob's red, tender backside. Jacob moaned softly but restrained himself. Under Eli's eye, he would be punished if he came.
"I forgot, my love. I'm sorry," Jacob said, hesitantly attempting to apologize.
"Place your hands on the hallway table," Eli ordered.
Jacob obeyed, feeling each strike as the ruler laid upon his knuckles, increasing in intensity. Touching each finger and knuckle, Eli inspected Jacob's hands. "Good," he said finally. "Now, we can move on to the rest of this mess."
Eli smiled slightly, his touch gentle as he washed Jacob's hands, running his fingers over his knuckles, palms, and fingers. Jacob's body tingled from head to toe, his keen awareness amplifying his arousal. "I love how you become so responsive after discipline," Eli whispered, brushing his teeth across Jacob's neck. "Maybe you need to be disciplined more often."
"Go again, they're still unclean," the rough voice in his ear demanded. Jacob plunged his fingers back into the warm water and quickly reached for the soap. He covered his hands and lathered them up. Eli stepped to the side and swung his arm quickly, one hit after another. Jacob cried out instinctively, trying to move his backside away from the blows, but Eli held him in place.
"Dirty. Dirty. Dirty. and you stink of cigarettes." Each word was accompanied by disgust, followed by a strike. The shade of Jacob's bottom turned from a gentle pink and shifted into an angry red as the continuation of the second washing of his hands continued. The final swing almost took his breath away, and he gasped out. Eli stopped and placed the paddle down on the counter, and handed him a hand towel.
"Go and get me your cigarettes." He pointed towards the shoulder bag at the front door.
Reluctantly, Jacob turned towards him with a pleading look, his words turning into a whimper. "I promise I'll stop my love. I've learned my lesson."
Eli's gaze shifted down to Jacob's cock as he noticed the stream of pre-cum falling onto his clean wooden floor.
"Get them."
With a sluggish movement, Jacob walked towards his bag and opened it, cursing quietly to himself that he had bought two fresh packs that afternoon. He leaned down and unzipped the pouch that held them and stood back up. He walked back with his head hung low.
"I- I am trying to wean myself off of them," he muttered weakly.
Pulling out a small trash can from beneath the kitchen sink, Eli clenched his teeth. He turned and stared down at Jacob as he removed his leather belt from his pants, narrowing his eyes at the two packs in his hands.
"You'll be weaned off of them tonight, Jacob. You're going to break each one one by one and place it in this trash. One strike for every cigarette is that clear?"
"My love, I -" Jacob protested, but Eli lifted his hand and pushed the trash can in front of Jacob, wrapping the belt around his hand.
Jacob knew the exact number of cigarettes in each pack. He knew how many he had left and inwardly cursed again as he remembered he had thirty-nine. Pulling out the first cigarette, he looked over his shoulder until Eli growled, "Start! You'll count with each one broken and promise never to smoke again."
Jacob's fingers trembled slightly as he broke the first cigarette in half. He realized this was the harshest he had ever received for a smoking offense.
"One." Slap! Jacob felt the belt wrap against his bottom in one painful moment. "I promise to never smoke again."
"Two." Slap! The cigarette had hardly fallen from his hand into the trash can when he felt the second strike fall against his skin. "I promise to never smoke again."
"Three," Slap! He gasped out at the strength of Eli's swing. "I- will never smoke again."
His fingers shook even more as they continued in the center of the kitchen. The trembling counting, cigarette breaking, and Eli's continuous strikes. On the twentieth, Jacob felt a tear slip down his face, and there was a brief pause as he bent over to support himself on his knees.
Raising his head, he looked back up at Eli, "M-my love, must we continue?"
He heard the deep sigh of Eli and felt a warm hand rest on his back.
"How many do you have left, Jacob?"
"I-I think nineteen, my love."
Jacob felt the hand slide up his back and grip him by his hair, pulling him forcefully towards the living room sofa. He found himself pressed against Eli's knee, and the belt continued its merciless assault against his bottom. Slap! Slap! Slap! He squirmed helplessly against the muscular arm holding him in place.
"I will never smoke again, I swear!" Jacob's pleading filled the room as each strike hit his cherry bottom, the echoes bouncing off the apartment walls. As Jacob cried out, Eli was relentless, only stopping when he counted nineteen. Eli set the belt down and stood up, guiding Jacob to do the same. The man leaned limply against him as Eli wiped a few tears from his cheeks, then gripped his chin, looking into his eyes.
"Where do your boots go when you come into the house?"
With a sniffle, Jacob held Eli's gaze weakly, "In the bin by the door."
"Where do your clothes go when you come into the house?" Eli pressed on, his interrogation unyielding.
"In the bin marked 'laundry'."
"What is the first thing you do when you disrobe?"
"I wash my hands thoroughly," another tear slid down Jacob's cheek.
Eli nodded, stroking Jacob's cheek gently, his harsh gaze softening for a moment.
"And what are you never going to do again?"
"I won't smoke, I swear it," Jacob nodded his head earnestly, his flushed cheeks radiating against Eli's cool hand. Chekck this out
Drawing in closer, Eli pressed a soft kiss on him, lingering his mouth against Jacob's trembling lip. He knew he'd learned his lesson and was now ready to reward him for enduring his chastisement. Bringing his mouth to Jacob's ear, the lingering aroma of his day still lingered in his nostrils. Fully forgiven, not even the stale scent of cigarettes could thwart his arousal as he felt Jacob's hard-on pressing against his leg.
"So where do you want my cock when you enter this room?"
Jacob whimpered, "Any hole of yours you desire, dear one."
They kissed, their teasing grew more intense and desperate as they headed toward the bathroom. Eli took off his clothes right away while Jacob adjusted the water temperature. Eli led him inside, switching between ardent kisses and vigorously washing. He moved down Jacob's body, working his fingers throughout his physique as the falling water drenched them both. Turning him to face the wall, he discovered Jacob's rear end in the perfect position to accept his member. Slowly at first, then increasing his rhythm against the still blushing butt cheeks, Eli entered Jacob. Jacob released a deep moan of desperation as he felt his limbs lifted overhead, his hole stretched and occupied by Eli's endowment. With his mind still in a whirlwind of pain and elation, he pleaded, "Please can I cum, my love? Please, can I cum?"
He heard Eli's fierce grunting behind him as he climaxed, shooting his release into Jacob's hole with a guttural groan.
Jacob begged again as he felt Eli's movements slowing and his rod exiting, "Please can I cum my love? Please, can I cum?"
"No," Eli said firmly, "You shan't cum tonight. Only clean yourself."
Convulsing, Jacob reached back and felt the semen leaking from his hole onto his palm. As the water continued pouring over his body, he brought his fingers to his mouth and devoured its contents, downing it with relish until his digits were void of cum.
"Thank you, my love," he breathed out as he swallowed gratefully. There'd be no cold meal served later, but he had what he craved.