CHAPTER ONE — DAVID
We don't talk about the vibrator incident, but I haven't forgotten about it. When she comes to clean my house the next week, I'm ready.
"I bought you something," I say, handing her a small bag. "Open it up and see."
She opens the bag. Inside, there's a small remote-controlled vibrator.
"Remember our deal?" I say. "You wear what I want when you clean, and this is what I want you to wear today."
Her cheeks flush.
"But this—"
"Put it on," I say. "You can use the bathroom if you want some privacy."
She rolls her eyes.
"If you roll your eyes again, there will be consequences," I say.
She stares at me. I can almost sense that she's debating whether to do it again.
If I'm being honest with myself, I'm hoping she does.
She decides against it and disappears into the bathroom. As soon as she's out, I fish out the small remote and turn it on, adjusting it to the lowest setting. She jumps slightly as the toy buzzes. It's faint, but I can hear it. Her cheeks turn pink.
"Now get to work," I say. "Have fun."
I head upstairs and watch from the landing as she starts cleaning the living room as I instructed. Every few minutes or so, I turn it up. I watch her body stiffen, and then I turn it back down. I can see her visibly deflate.
I would feel cruel if she wasn't so bratty. It's one of the most satisfying things I've ever seen.
After about forty-five minutes, I start to notice her visible frustration. She's puffing and getting annoyed. I come down.
"Doesn't look like you've made much progress," I say.
"Well, that's because you keep—"
I raise my hand in the air.
"No excuses. You'd better finish this in time, or there'll be consequences."
"I know," she says, rolling her eyes.
Without saying a word, I grab her. I pull her onto the couch and grab her legs. Her back is against the cushions, and I lift her legs into the air. She squirms while I hold her like that. She looks silly, which is one of the most humiliating things about being spanked in this position.
Then I start, my palm landing on her ass in quick, sharp slaps.
After thirty seconds, I stop.
"Take off your pants," I tell her.
She's wearing black yoga pants. She flushes, but does as I say. She's wearing a red thong.
I keep spanking her, and within a minute, she's squirming again and asking me to stop. So I go harder. Once her bottom is a nice cherry red, I stop.
"Now keep cleaning."
She reaches for her pants, but I stop her.
"Did I say you could put those back on? You'll finish the rest of your cleaning just like that. And if you roll your eyes again, you will lose another article of clothing."
I watch her breathe in, and I notice a flush across her chest. I badly want to bend her over the couch and fuck her, but I have to set an example here, so I don't. I walk away.
And just when I do, I turn on the toy again. I watch her little body clench. I love how frustrated she's getting.
For the next half hour, I continue toying with her, turning the vibrator up and down. Finally, when she's done, I come and get her.
"How was that?" I ask.
"Terrible," she says.
"Now, do you know why I edged you like that?"
"No," she retorts.
"Oh, but I think you do. Remember when I told you to stop masturbating and you didn't? Well, this was your punishment."
"When I masturbate is none of your business," she hisses.
"It is now. You're under my roof, and these are my rules. Understood?"
"Yes," she huffs.
"Good girl. Now, since you did such a good job cleaning, would you like a treat?"
She nods.
"I need you to say it out loud," I say.
"Yes," she says.
"Good girl," I say. "I want you to straddle the leg of the couch."
Shockingly, she follows my instructions without questioning me.
I watch her swing one cream-colored leg over the leg of the couch.
"Move your ass so that it's just hanging off the edge," I say.
She does that, and I get out the vibrator that I had stashed. I move her panties to the side and hold the toy up against her clit.
"You have one minute," I say. "And I want you to finger yourself."
She puts two fingers in, and I turn on the vibrator.
I watch her breathing get labored and her body start to tense as she gets close.
Just when she's almost there, I move the toy slightly away.
She whines and clamps her legs as if to bring it closer.
This is all part of my plan. I move it closer and watch her start to get close again.
"Thirty seconds," I say.
I watch her body start to tense, and I move the toy away. She huffs. I smile, imagining her frustration.
I move the toy closer to her again, and she starts to breathe faster. Her body is grinding into the couch. I almost feel bad for her.
Almost.
"Ten seconds," I say.
Just when she's about to come, I move it away at the last second.
"Aw, too bad," I say, turning off the toy. "Maybe next time."
She turns around and looks at me with a frustrated, desperate look, which is exactly what I wanted. I need to set some ground rules here, show her who's in charge.
"You can go now," I say.