“This is ridiculous. She should have been here ages ago,” I say to the clock on my wrist. “I am beyond annoyed at this point.”
My phone blips – a text message from Alyssa.
“I am sorry, but considering that you aren’t here I have no other choice than to cancel the meeting. The deal will not be going through and our company will have to look for other suppliers. As said, I am sorry, but the decision has been made. //Regards Alyssa.”
As the main chief of inter-corporate communication and affairs, it is my job to make these deals go through. But due to some not-so-amazing circumstances, I can’t, and have therefore, lost my company quite the deal that would put the small corporation on the map. What’s worse, this isn’t the first deal that has been called off because I have been unable to attend, all for the same reason.
A knock on my door quickly dissipates my boiling thoughts, putting them somewhere else, so that they can boil over later. As I open the door to the apartment I see no one less than the not-so-amazing circumstance that has made me miss all of my latest meetings, my roommate Sophie. A young and gorgeous Australian brunette who just turned twenty, with chocolate brown eyes, an easy smile, and not to mention an ass to both live and die for.
The problem is that she isn’t necessarily the sharpest tool in the box and has a tendency to either forget something or otherwise mess up. This morning she forgot her only set of keys to the apartment and didn’t realize until I was half a step out of the door to my meeting. As she was already on her way to our apartment, I couldn’t leave, but I had to wait for her to go in and grab her keys.
Her smile is infectious, but with a deep breath and a prayer to something that is willing to listen, I stare into her eyes, trying to penetrate into her soul with the daggers shooting off my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I was in such a hurry on my way to class earlier, I didn’t realize I hadn’t put my keys in my bag, I truly am sorry.”
My daggers seem to have gotten to her. Her eyes were now stuck on the floor and her smile wiped off her face.
“This is like what? The tenth time these last few months that something has happened around you so I can’t get to my meeting. Last month our principal called me to ask where you were and had me drive around the city, only to find you in some cafeteria on a date with that jerk on the football team. The time before that you had gotten lost on your way to an interview and asked me to pick you up.” My stored-away annoyance steamed out like rice boiling over.
I massage my nose bridge like I am trying to massage away a headache, which I technically am. My eyes meet hers, as she has gone all puppy eyes on me. “Fine, I can’t stay angry at you for more than this apparently, but mark my word Sophie, next time I am reinforcing some type of punishment.”
“Thank you! There won’t be a next time, I promise.” Her smile lights up the room and she quickly dashes away to her room, leaving me to send a message to my boss so he knows that the deal is off.
The day goes on, and my boss obviously gets annoyed but is understanding of my situation. Sophie stays in her room, her speaker almost on max as she plays some heavy metal. We don’t really interact again until dinner. My carbonara is steaming on the stove as she walks out of her room in a tight top that shows a lot of midriff, ludicrously short denim, and a pair of sunglasses to finish the look.
“Hey, where are you going?” My slightly anxious voice echoes through the room. I have a slight idea of what she might be up to, but don’t want to make any hasty conclusions.
“Oh, nothing for you to worry about. I am heading out to the new club with some friends.” Her ass sways through the corridor toward the entrance of our apartment.
“Really? It’s only Tuesday and you’re already going out. Whatever, just don’t get back drunk, as you know that the teacher probably won’t allow you to be at class if you are hungover.”
“Of course, I will only be out for like two hours or something. Could you please stay up till I get home, my denim doesn’t have any keys and I don’t want to bring a handbag today.”
“Sure, as long as it is only two hours, I have to get up early tomorrow as my boss has already found a new contractor for our company.” I smile at her, knowing fully well that she won’t be back in two hours. My naivety thought she will be out until midnight, but not for more, which I can handle.
Two hours pass and Sophie is obviously not home yet, which I don’t really pay any thought to as I am sitting reading through the deal my boss sent me.
Four hours pass, making me slightly worried, but knowing Sophie this wasn’t anything to be too concerned with, it only meant that she was enjoying herself at the club.
After six hours I start to uneasily walk around in circles around the apartment, feverishly trying to call her, only to be answered by her bitchy friend saying that she is busy and that I should be happy that she is out and having fun.
An hour later, she stumbles through the door, reeking of alcohol and obviously more than a little drunk.
“Where the fuck have you been!” My anger vomits out like flames out of a dragon.
“Eh, don’t worry about it, I am gonna go to bed.” She sleepily walks towards her room, but I have reached my limit.
“Listen here Rachel, I am up all night waiting for you so that I know that you get home safe, and how do you thank me? Like this, coming home completely sloshed and instead of taking responsibility for your actions you wave at me like I am some mozzie buzzing on your wall? I have had enough, tomorrow I will punish you.” My voice barely a hiss at this point, flashes across the room. She doesn’t respond, but I think that she got the message as she quickly stiffens before closing the door to her room.
I go to bed and my mind flashes through all the possible ways I can punish her, but at last, it lands on one. She needs a good old-fashioned spanking. Content, I fall asleep for two hours, before I have to get up and get ready for my meeting.
My meeting comes and goes and turns into a deal. The hours fly by after that until I hear the door click open as Sophie walks in with shame written all over her.
“You said you were to punish me.” Her eyes met mine, obviously frightened as it had dawned upon her that she had messed up.
“I am.” I stand up and walk towards her. “Take off your clothes.”
The moments stand still, she cautiously looks me over before stripping down to her lacy white underwear.
“I said take off your clothes.” My voice is stern. “All of them.”
She quickly glances at me, before removing the last garments as well. Her body is beautiful, with round and full breasts, with small pointy nipples surrounded by a massive areola. My eyes creep down over her toned body, over her flat belly, and her small navel down to her bare mound. They quickly snap back up to her flushed face.
“Now go to your room and stand in the corner next to the window with hands on your head, and don’t you dare move until I walk in.”
Without any hesitation, she quickly struts into her room and positions herself as I told her to. My grin expands on my face. I am about to spank this stunning girl. But first, a cup of coffee. The fifteen minutes ache forward, making me consider to just walk into her room and start the spanking. However, this time before the spanking is as important as the spanking, so I hold my skin in place and wait out the time.
Finally, fifteen minutes pass and I make my way into her room. She stands in the corner, her head facing the wall as I sit down on her bed.
“Get over here.” I tap on my lap.
She lies across it without any hesitation.
“I am going to spank you.”
Her chocolatey eyes meet up with mine, as she bites her lower lip and nods slightly.
I breathe in, and out, my nerves catching up to me as I look down on the beauty across my lap. I raise my hand and smack it down on her cheek. A quick gasp.
“Count,” I raise my hand again.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
My hand starts to fly down on her firm, big ass, jumping from cheek to cheek, tanning that beautiful bum. For each smack, she gasps out the count. Her ass starts to flush the same color as her face when I told her to strip. It jiggles under my touch and I start to massage it, eliciting a moan from her. I quickly smack down on her cheek again. When I have reached a total of twenty spanks across her ass I lift her up.
“Oh that wasn’t so bad,” she says with a breath of relief.
“Who said I was done?”
Her eyes bounced to me, searching, trying to figure out if I’m joking or not. I walk up to her desk and bring forth her wooden brush, before once again sitting down and tapping on my lap. Once again she lays across it, this time a bit more cautiously, knowing full well that she was going to get another round, this time rougher.
The brush feels heavy in my hands as I lift it above my head, and slam it down on her tanned cheeks. She shrieks as the brush bombards her ass, quickly being brought to tears. I am relentless, smacking her bum for almost fifteen minutes straight, each spank landing harder than the previous. Her tan turns to bruises as I paint her ass with the brush, making sure to cover as much of the cheeks as possible.
At first, she does a good job trying to keep count of my spanks, but is eventually reduced to tears and sobbing, not being able to count out loud each hit.
As I decide that I am done I finish up with four quick and hard strokes on each cheek, making her scream and wail in agony. I put down the brush and start to gently massage her ass.
“I hope you learned your lesson this time.” My hands roam over her lower body, from her thighs to her lower back.
She only nods as she is trying to recover from the punishment. We stay like that for ten minutes, before I stand up and leave. As I close the door and walk towards my room, I realize a wet stain on my pants. I just shake my head and walk toward my room. It can’t be more than five minutes later that I hear Sophie pant and shriek in what I assume is a massive orgasm.
“Fuck,” she pants out.