“Hannah, sit down.” A huge sigh rumbled from my throat. I knew what I had to do, and I wasn’t happy about it, but there was no other choice.
She looked at me for a moment, and I didn’t even have to raise my eyes to see the look of realization on her face. She knew exactly what was coming, and there was no way she could make a case for her to to remain in my house as my roommate. Even if her father showed up with his magic checkbook and paid for everything, the trust had been broken. The fears I had about a roommate didn’t even extend into the realm of what I was laid out before me.
I couldn’t imagine someone being so disrespectful or untrustworthy. What she did reminded me of the kind of things I did when I was a teenager and my parents were out of town—of course I would have never went as far as she did. I would have feared the consequences, which apparently she didn’t give a shit about. I finally settled my angry eyes on her and she looked straight down at the floor.
“I don’t think this arrangement is going to work out.” I shook my head back and forth angrily. “I didn’t ask for much when you moved in, and I didn’t have many rules. I wanted this to be your home as much as it was mine. I’m not your father and I don’t have to put up with this.”
“I understand…” She continued staring at the floor.
“I really thought you were trustworthy, and I thought your father was just drunk when he said you could be a handful. This is something a child would do. You’re a grown woman, Hannah.” I shook my head with disappointment and another hit of whiskey found the back of my throat and burned down to my stomach.
“I am really sorry.” Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. “I just haven’t had much freedom.”
“Hannah, I am so upset right now that I feel like doing exactly what your father told me I should do if you got out of hand.” I shook my head in disappointment and stood up.
My first glass of whiskey turned into two more, one of which went down with one gulp. I managed to beat the jet lag into submission with alcohol and spite. The churning in my stomach even seemed to go away as I continued to boil in my rage. I decided that I just needed a few minutes to calm down before I even considered talking to her again. Removing myself from the situation was the only way that I was going to stop myself from blowing a gasket.
I was never a mean or vengeful person, and just being trapped in that emotional turmoil was more than I could stand. I went to my room and sat down on the edge of the bed, furiously rubbing my eyebrows with my thumb and forefinger. I could hear the sounds of her cleaning up echoing through the house. Eventually, the sounds started to settle and I heard her footsteps in the hallway.
“Can we talk?” She peered into my bedroom.
“Sure…” I motioned for her to enter with a sigh. I was finally starting to release a little bit of my rage and frustration, but the sight of her still upset me. I didn’t really owe her a moment of my time, but I decided to try and oblige her request. What was once boiling had started to become lingering disappointment.
“I know you are angry with me right now, and I deserve that. I know I fucked up.” She pushed back tears as she spoke
“Yes, you most certainly did.” I responded calmly—my first calm words since I had gotten home.
“What exactly did my father say you should do if I got out of line?” She air quoted the last part.
“Well...” I couldn’t help but let a slight laugh escape my throat. “He said I should put you over my knee.”
Hannah
I felt sick to my stomach as the impact of what I did unfolded in my mind. I hadn’t just spent the time having fun, I had ruined the trust Brent had in me. The man I was growing more and more infatuated with was going to send me away. I had acted irresponsible and the weight of those decisions was heavier than I ever imagined. I was going to have to call my father, confess my sins, and have him help me find another place to stay. There was no way I could lie to him or come up with an alternative story for why I was no longer able to live with Brent. They had become friends in the time I lived there and even exchanged casual emails about football. Everything I did wrong would be laid out in vivid detail and all of my father’s worries would become truths. I had to salvage things with Brent. I cared about him and I didn’t want to lose whatever we had, even if it never manifested into what I wanted it to become.
“My father really said that?” My eyes opened wide.
“I think he was joking.” Brent shook his head back and forth.
“Knowing my father…” A sigh crossed my lips. “He probably wasn’t.”
“Well, it isn’t my place to punish you for this. I just want you gone.” He looked up at me. “I think we need to call your father and have him come help you pack your things.”
“Brent, please…” I clasped my hands in front of me. “I love it here. I don’t want to go. I know I did something stupid, but I swear—if you’ll just give me another chance, I’ll never disrespect our home again. I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”
“At the end of the day, the house can be cleaned up.” He shook his head back and forth again. “It is the trust that can’t be repaired—that’s why I can’t have you here anymore.”
“There has to be a way I can earn it back.” I felt tears rising up in my eyes. “I—I really like you. I love it here.”
“I like you too, Hannah—probably more than I should. That is what makes this so damn frustrating.” He lifted his hand and rubbed his temple with his fingers.
“I’ll do anything to get your trust back. I’ll clean this house, I’ll make dinner every night, I’ll even go over your knee if it that is what it takes.” I felt desperation and the fear of losing everything swirling together inside of me.
“If I consider this—if.” His words paused there for a moment and he seemed to be letting them sink in before he continued. “There can’t be anymore of this foolishness. You have to go to class when you’re supposed to, you can’t act like a stupid teenager anymore—you have to grow the hell up.”
“I will.” I took a step closer and nodded. “I promise you I will. This was a wake-up call that I needed, but a second chance is not something I will take lightly.”
“There’s one more thing…” His eyes met mine. “If you want to stay here, you are going to have to be punished for what you did. I’m going to give you a spanking.”
My heart sank down into my stomach when his words crossed his lips. “Are you serious?”
“You said you would go over my knee if that was what it took, and you behaved like a stupid teenager, so I’m going to treat you like one. I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.” He kept his eyes locked on mine. “You certainly don’t have to agree to it. If you would prefer to leave, you can.”
“No…” I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat. “If that’s what it takes to earn your trust back, then I’ll agree to it.”
My emotions were surging through my body. I had a glimmer of hope in front of me but the price for being able to fully grasp it was going to be a spanking. The threat of being punished was never an idle one in my father’s house. He was not the type to spare the rod and spoil the child. I was going to have to face that consequence one more time in order to put the foolishness of my stupid behavior behind me. If that was what it took, I was ready to accept my fate.
Brent reached out for my hand and pulled me close. I drew a breath into my lungs and held it there as I felt his hand on mine. I had fantasized about being that close to him, but it was never under the circumstance in front of me. He pulled me across his knee until I was over his lap with my ass facing the ceiling. I felt vulnerable, yet the closeness was toying with my desires. I started to realize just how much I wanted him—and that want extended far beyond a spanking.
“Due to the severity of your actions, I think we can both agree that your shorts and panties should come down for this spanking.” He slid his hand across my ass and started to pull them past the curve of my hips.
“Oh god…” I tensed up when I felt them pulled down to my thighs and then his hand was on my ass again.
“This is going to be a real spanking and it’s going to hurt.” His words were calm, but they were firm as my panties were pulled down and my ass was completely exposed.
“I understand…” I bit down on my lip and waited—I didn’t have to wait for long. His hand came down on my unprotected ass and I heard a slap echo in the room before I felt the sting. “Ow!”
He landed several hard smacks in the center of my bottom and then started moving from one side to the other. His hand was large and thick, leaving a stinging reminder that spread from the spot where his palm landed to the outline of his fingers. I quickly started to squirm and twist my hips, but he kept a hand firmly on my waist and continued to spank me. I knew the spanking would hurt, but I wasn’t prepared for the constant flurry of unpredictability. His hand seemed to be everywhere, all at once. When I thought I was going to get a respite and feel his hand on the other side of my bottom, I would get two in the exact same spot. If the agony from that wasn’t bad enough, he would occasionally deliver several directly in the center, spreading across both sides of my punished bottom.
“Ow! Please! It hurts!” I squealed as he entered a rhythm, making my bottom bounce each time his hand came down.
“I told you it would.” His words still remained calm, a stark contrast to the ferocity of the spanking he was delivering.
I tried to be brave as long as I could. I knew the spanking was well deserved, and I had come to terms with that, but my body just couldn’t contain my fight or flight reflexes. I threw a hand back to try and stop the flurry. Instead of relief, he simply reached for my wrist and pulled it away. My wrist was pinned to the small of my back and all thoughts of self-preservation were stripped away. I struggled against his grasp, but he held me firmly in place without deviating from the rhythm of the stinging smacks. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight or how bad I wanted it to stop. I was across his knee and at his mercy as long as he wanted to spank me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as the stinging sensation on my bottom started to heat up and burn like a wildfire out of control.
“I’m sorry I disrespected your home!” The tears welling up in my eyes started to roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry I screwed up the trust you had in me!”
“Apologies are not good enough.” He brought his hand down again. “Trust is sacred.”
I started to understand Brent more while I was over his knee than I had the entire time I lived with him. He had already lived through the ultimate betrayal. Trusting anyone again after that had to be hard. The fact he managed to find that with me was a gift and I had stomped on it with my stupidity.
I started to squall as his hand kept coming down hard, picking the pace as my tears intensified. My feet kicked with little regard for my dignity. I knew he could see everything below my waist as I flailed out of control with my shorts and panties slipping down my thighs, but all I could concentrate on was the raging inferno he lit on my bottom. My sobs picked up, rolling out of my throat as the tears streamed down my face. I knew what I did was wrong and I knew I deserved to be punished for it. That realization wasn’t enough for me to come to terms with it. I was in so much agony, I just wanted it to stop.
He held me there and continued to punish me, keeping me on the edge of my comeuppance for what felt like an eternity before his hand finally started to slow down. He delivered several slow, hard smacks as he brought my spanking to a conclusion.
“I’m really sorry…” I choked out my words between sobs as my body finally started to relax across his knee.
“Sorry doesn’t erase what you did.” He helped me to my feet after leaving me there across his knee for several minutes to recover from my punishment. “But this is the beginning of putting things back to the way they were before you acted so irresponsible.”
He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me off of his knee. My t-shirt fell down my back and slid against my punished bottom, causing me to cringe as the fabric touched my flesh. He held me against his shoulder, stroking the back of my head as I continued to cry. I pressed my face into him, feeling the tears soaking his shirt. He held me until my tears were finally dry and my sobs were finally gone. I looked up into his eyes that had been raging when he first saw me after returning from Baltimore and saw a much softer stare. His hand caressed my back and my shoulders. I felt safe, even though I had been spanked. My emotions were in turmoil even more than the sting that still resonated across my ass.
Brent
“So can I stay?” Hannah looked so vulnerable in my arms. I had come to terms with what I had to do, but it didn’t bring me joy to see her cry.
“You can stay.” I caressed her back and squeezed her with a tighter hug.
“Thank you so much…” Her tone reflected gratitude and regret—I could tell she wasn’t proud of what she did, and that meant a lot if I was going to find a way to trust her again.
I woke up early the next day and I found Hannah in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She seemed to be cheerful, with no indication that she was upset over what happened the night before. There was something different about her—something in the way she responded to everything—something in the way her hand lingered against mine when she handed me my coffee cup. She had more emotion in her voice. I also couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing a pair of shorts that barely qualified for the name. They were so short I could see the edge of her panties when she bent over to get a pan from one of the bottom cabinets. She looked over her shoulder and smiled before she stood up—catching me in the midst of what was an inappropriate stare. She was flirting with me. It might have took me a moment to realize it, but it was clear that was her intention.
Damn—she’s so beautiful.
“You seem like you’re in a particularly good mood this morning.” I watched as she sat down at the table next to me and instead of sitting on the opposite end, she took the chair right next to me.
“Last night was one of the worst experiences of my life—and I don’t mean the spanking. I really thought I was going to lose what we have here.” She put bacon and eggs on my plate.
“About that…” I reached out and took her hand.
“The spanking—or?” She tilted her head.
“This.” I pulled her close in an instant, sliding the chair as close as it would go before our lips met.
There was no doubt in my mind that she was what I wanted. I had felt the sting of separation tormenting me when I considered life without her. It took a moment of almost losing it to really open my eyes to what I had directly in front of me. She might have been irresponsible, but she had been willing to pay the price to keep us together. I was in love with her, even though we had only been living together a short time.
My cock throbbed in my pants as I felt the warmth of her kiss and started to ravage her mouth with my tongue. She crawled out of her chair and into my lap, spreading her legs across my thighs without ever breaking the seal our lips had formed. One hand slid up her back while another pushed under her t-shit and caressed her breasts through her bra. I hadn’t felt the warmth of someone that close since my divorce and the way she made me feel was primal. She started to grind her hips against me and I felt the need getting stronger. I finally pulled back from our kiss with my breath coming out in pants and my heart beating hard in my chest.
“I don’t want to stop, but I’m going to be late for work and you can’t miss another class.” I grimaced as I felt her grind against me again.
“Then let me leave you with this.” She leaned against my ear and kissed it. “I’m a virgin and when you get home, you’re going to be the first man to have me.”
“Oh god…” My eyes opened wide as she started to stand up.
Getting dressed for work with a throbbing erection that just wouldn’t go down was excruciating. Her words echoed in my head. When we met at the door before we left for the day, we shar
ed another passionate kiss that made us later than we already were. I got to work with my thoughts in a mess and my body on fire with desire for Hannah. My cock had finally settled down, but there was no way I could get her out of my head. She practically tormented my every thought as the day rolled on. Every second moved at a pace that felt like minutes and every minute felt like hours. When the end of the day was finally there, I beat everyone to the parking lot and kept the pedal as close to the floorboard as I could to get back to my house. I saw her car in the driveway and smiled as I started towards the house.
Hannah
The fact I had missed two days of school that week turned out to be a blessing because I was far enough behind that I didn’t have to spend every single moment thinking about Brent and what we were going to do when we were together again. I was ready to lose my virginity and I was more than ready to feel Brent’s kiss again. I wasn’t going to waste the second chance I had been given. It was time for me to have what I wanted more than anything else in the world. Brent was an amazing man, a wonderful father, and my body burned with a desire to learn all of the things I didn’t understand about sex from him. I was the first to get home and I changed from my jeans and t-shirt to the shorts I wore earlier that morning and a t-shirt that hugged my chest close. I was waiting in the living room when he opened the door and stepped into the house.
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