Punishing His Roommate
"Hey, Vanessa," Eric called from the other side of the apartment. I nearly jumped off the couch, my head so engrossed in my book I didn't even notice what was happening. All I knew was he sounded really irritated. Footsteps approached, I dropped my book and turned to face him.
"What's up?" I asked curiously.
"Remember when I asked you to wash your dishes after using them?"
"Yeah, yeah... I was planning to do it later." He seemed angrier than normal, but I guess it had been building up too much.
"So, you can just wash the pan?"
"It's my pan."
"That's not the point. And it's not just about the pan. It's about everything. I'm the one who always cleans up after you, makes sure you don't cause any accidents, keeps your loud music down, deals with your neighbours. And what do I get in return? You use the TV most of the time, act like you don't have a care in the world." This time he didn't yell, his tone was soft almost, but it made a knot in my stomach. I just nodded.
"I'm really sorry, Eric," I said. "I'll be more responsible. I'll start acting like a grown-up." I tried to explain. "I mean, I'll wash the dishes eventually."
As soon as I stood up, Vanessa found Eric right in front of her. He was always handsome in my eyes but never observed this close. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick hair that he pushed back. Curly, thick, and touchable.
"I'm not letting you go that easily," Eric said.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused. "I said I was going to do it."
Eric pulled me into his lap, forcing me onto his lap. "I'm going to punish you." He sounded so normal. I tried to wiggle free but he gripped me firmly.
"I'm sorry, Eric. I'll wash the dishes," I muttered.
"No, you're not," Eric said as his hand found my ass and began circling it.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean you act so childish, this is the only way I can make you realize it."
"I'm sorry! I said I'd clean my dishes!"
Eric's hand continued rubbing around nicely, leaving red marks on my ass.
"What do you mean by punish?" I asked.
"I mean spanking."
"Spanking? You're really going to spank me?"
Eric's hand stopped, and he rubbed my ass again, this time a bit harder. "Yes, that's right."
"Please, Eric," I implored. "I said I was sorry. I'll clean my dishes right now." But he didn't let me go.
He slapped my ass hard again. "I'm sorry," I screamed, knowing my neighbours could probably hear me from the pain.
Eric continued the assault on my ass and I whimpered. I'd never been spanked like this before, nor in a situation like this.
"Please, Eric, stop! I'm sorry, I'll do it right now," I cried. But his hand didn't pause.
Suddenly, he pulled down my shorts to find I was completely bare underneath them. I pressed my face into the couch, embarrassed.
"Look what we have here," Eric teased.
"Shut up!" I snapped.
"Like this?" He continued spanking me. Another blow landed on my ass. Ouch, it hurt.
"Why am I being punished?" I sobbed.
"Because you didn't wash the dishes. Because you're irresponsible."
I tried to get up but Eric was relentless. He held me down. "No, Eric!" I cried, wishing I could escape the humiliation and agony.
Then, the worst thing I could ever think of happened - Eric pulled down my shorts and found me without any panties. I buried my face into the couch.
"Look what you've got there," Eric taunted me.
"Shut up!" I croaked.
Eric spanked me again, hard this time in a really sensitive place.
"What am I being punished for, Vanessa?" asked Eric's deep voice. Instruction.
"Because I didn't wash the dishes," I responded, desperate for him to stop.
He continued the assault, making me groan in pain. My ass burned, but my pussy throbbed. The embarrassment was torture, turning my face as red as my uniformed jeans.
Tears streamed down my cheeks. "Please, Eric! Please!" I cried, my voice almost cracking. "I didn't realize you were so angry."
The spanks halted. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel a finger softly stroke my pussy. My hairs stood on end.
"You're very wet," he said softly. "You're not really being punished."
"What?" My heart raced. I didn't even know what to say.
I wiggled to try and move away from his lap, but he stopped me. "Eric, what're you up to?"
Without responding, he slid two fingers into my vagina. I moaned and arched into him, feeling the pleasure flow through me.
I struggled to wiggle again. My brain was conflicted with my body. I felt strangely comfortable in Eric's arms, wondering if all the tension in the house was just sexual tension. As he moved his fingers deeper inside me, I felt the pain of the spanking mix with the pleasure, eventually disappearing completely.
I was a hot, panting mess, begging and moaning for Eric to bring me closer to my climax. He played with his fingers like a pro. I wondered if I was the first girl he spanked and if he'd ever do it again.
I almost wanted to find out. I wanted to test his limits.
I gripped the couch in front of me until my knuckles turned white. My head was spinning with pleasure.
"Eric," I moaned.
"Good girl, come for me," he ordered.
I melted in his lap, like he was in control of my orgasm the whole time. A loud, desperate gasp escaped my lips and reverberated through the quiet apartment. It reminded me of my embarrassment and the situation I was in.
As my orgasm subsided, Eric pulled me up onto his lap, holding me close. I leaned my head against his chest. I didn't know where to go or even want to go.
"So you'll behave from now on?" He asked. His breath was so close to my ear and before I could answer, he took my earlobe in his mouth.
"Yes," I stammered. That was all I could say.
"You can do the dishes later," he added before pulling me even closer. His hand found my sore bottom and he gently rubbed soothing circles against it.
My mind was full of questions, but I had no energy left at that moment.
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