Punishing His Roommate Pt. 03

Vanessa's Training

Saturday

After Eric gave me that intense orgasm and we had that intense conversation I found myself drifting off to sleep. Eric let me lay down and recuperate myself while he went and ordered us pizza, just as I had suggested. I woke up some time in the night to find my half of the pizza in the fridge, I ate a few slices and passed out again.

It was Saturday morning and neither Eric nor I had work. I found myself blinking at my ceiling, the memories of yesterday washing over me. I'd agreed to basically be Eric's sub. I'd agreed to be his, whatever that means. I trudged out of bed and slipped on a satin robe. I was still naked from when I stripped for Eric.

I came out into our apartment to find Eric over the stove cooking up breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs hit me. I was watering at the mouth.

"Sit," Eric's commanding tone came through the room.

Across from our kitchen was a small dining table. From there you could see into the kitchen and they could see you. I did as I was told, pulling out a chair and taking a seat.

"Whatcha cookin'?" I asked, my tone light. Not only was it a new day but it felt like something had shifted between us.

Eric turned, shooting me a playful glare. "You can clearly see it and smell it. I'm almost done if that's what you're asking."

I nodded. "I guess that is what I'm asking."

Eric chuckled and turned back to the stove. Five minutes later he was approaching me with two plates of food. He set one in front of me then sat to my side. The table was round so we could see each other properly from where he sat but he could also reach for me if he wanted.

"We need to talk about how this is going to work," Eric told me.

I nodded, ripping up my bacon.

"Yes of course."

"How do you understand our arrangement?" he then asked.

Nerves were settling in my stomach. I don't know why Eric made me feel this way. I thought about his question as I took a bite of my food. I thought about what he wanted to hear or maybe what I should say to elicit the best response from him.

"You want me to be your sub... your submissive."

Eric nodded.

"What does that mean to you, Vanessa?"

I chewed on my lip and squirmed in my seat.

"I am submissive to you and I guess that makes you my dominant. From what I understand from what we have done, I listen to you or I get punished," I finally said.

Amusement played at Eric's lips. He chuckled at me.

"Yes, I'll punish you for disobedience. I'll reward you for good behaviour. And I'm going to train you because it wouldn't be fair to punish you when you don't even know you're being bad," he said.

I nodded. I guessed that made sense.

"Train me?" My eyebrows shot up.

"Think of this weekend as an intensive course. I expect your complete control and compliance. At the end of the weekend we will come up with some house rules...." Eric trailed off as if giving me a chance to think. "But, there will be no set punishments or rewards; those will be at my discretion."

I sucked in a sharp breath, arousal hit me, I clenched my pussy. I was relaying all the possibilities in my mind of what he could think to do to me.

"So you can do whatever you want to me? Whenever you want?" I didn't know if I was scared or excited. Eric looked me up and down, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"I'm glad you're catching on, pet."

My breath caught in my lungs. It felt equally degrading and sweet. I didn't know what to make of it. "Pet?"

"Not like an animal, like you're my possession, my pet. I'll take care of you and maybe one day if you're really bad I'll lock you in a cage."

"Eric!" I found myself snapping. He threw his head back in laughter. I glared at him. His eyes landed on mine.

"Better get used to it."

With that I gave him a little hmph and turned back to my food. We ate in a comfortable silence. When I finished I pushed my plate back and let myself zone out.

"Take them to the sink and wash up," Eric commanded. My basic instinct had me telling him to fuck off for speaking to me that way before remembering what was happening.

I stood up and did as I was told. I took the plates to the sink and washed them as well as the pan and utensils Eric used.

He came up behind me, hands on my hips as I finished up.

"I know we usually split things more fifty-fifty, but this weekend you'll be the one doing it all. When you're not doing housework I'll be playing with you. When I'm not playing with you I'll be training you," he said.

Eric's breath tickled my neck. I let my body melt into his. He was taller than me, broader, not overly muscular or anything but I knew he could over power me, easily.

"How about now?" I asked.

Eric didn't answer right away. Instead he began slipping my robe off my shoulders. His hand came around my waist and he untied it letting it fall completely. He pulled it out of my arms then slipped it from my body completely.

"That's much better," he mused. I stood naked in the kitchen, my back to Eric. He spun me to face him.

"When I cook, what do you do?" He asked.

I looked up as if it was a trick question.

"I don't know..."

Pain radiated through my nipple and then out into my tit. Eric was squeezing it between his fingers, pinching me.

"You get up and clear the table then take everything to the sink. If I am feeling generous you can take a break before cleaning up. If you've been slacking you don't get to have a break," he told me.

His hand came up into my hair and he grabbed it into a wad at the nape of my neck.

"Walk," he commanded before he started leading me back through the apartment. We were soon in the living room. "Sit," he said whilst pointing me toward the couch. I took a seat and Eric sat in front of me on the coffee table. He pushed my thighs apart.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to quiz you, if you get an answer wrong I'm going to hurt you," he said, he wasn't beating around the bush. Then I noticed beside him he had grabbed the wooden spoon. The same wooden spoon I ran away from.

"Okay..."

"When you forget to cook dinner, how do you rectify it?"

Now this was a trick question.

"Um... does it depend on why?"

Eric gave me a little smile. "Yes, Vanessa, I mean if you have no good reason to forget. I'm not a monster."

"Well I guess if I forget and you remind me I am shit out of luck, but if I remember before you do then I'll see what I can make...if not buy something."

"How will you remember the next time it is your turn?"

Now this was a trick.

"I don't know, Eric. I usually remember my days but sometimes they change and I lose track," I frowned at him.

His large palm came down over my thigh. The sting spread over the whole thing. I looked down at my now reddened leg.

"You set a reminder," he said.

I don't know why I didn't think of something like that. Perhaps because Eric was like my built in reminder system.

"That's a good idea."

The wooden spoon was in his hand this time. He leaned forward and pushed my thighs apart, smacking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

"You are an adult," he hissed. "I shouldn't have to remind you of simple tasks." Two more smacks. I bucked into him. The spoon hurt way more than his hand.

"I didn't get any more questions wrong though," I defended myself.

"At my discretion, remember?"

Damn him.

I nodded, hoping I wouldn't earn any more smacks for the moment. "At your discretion," I ground out.

Eric shot me a look but seemed to let it go.

"When you use my pan?"

"I wash it before you get home?"

That I remembered.

"Good. If there is only one of a certain snack left?"

"I ask if you want it?"

"That's nice but then what?"

The pressure was building up inside me. Surely I knew the answer to such a simple question. I bit my lip.

"I go buy more?"

"I'm going to hurt you," he warned.

"Eric!" I snapped. His large hand smacked down on my thigh. I hissed. "I don't know," I continued. Another smack on my other thigh, then another. I whimpered as I stared down at the red hand prints littered across my thighs.

"I have told you this a hundred times. Not only that but it makes logical sense," he fired back.

I chewed on my lip, all I could do was shrug at him.

"When something runs out, put it on the shopping list."

"Oh right, that thing... I never use a shopping list when I go."

"I know," he deadpanned.

I was in for it now. Eric grabbed the wooden spoon and slapped it over my nipple. He hit my boob light and fast, causing a stinging sensation to erupt. He matched it on the other side before laying the wooden spoon over my pussy in some sort of threat.

"I'm going to make you write lines," he growled out. My eyes almost fell out of my head. I would have rathered him beat me senseless than that.

"No, you can't make me do that kind of thing!" I yelled, shaking my head at him.

Eric laughed but it was completely humourless. He then eyed me making me squirm.

"Who's in charge?"

"You are?"

"So if I tell you to count grains of rice and write down each numeral you'll ask whether to record them in Arabic or Roman numerals?"

I frowned at him, confusion coming over me. I wasn't quite sure what to make of that or exactly what he meant by that. I think normally I'd be fine but with how turned on I was and all the smacks to my body I was struggling to think straight.

"What?"

"This arrangement isn't just sexual. I tell you to do anything inside this apartment, you listen. I tell you to do anything that has to do with your safety outside this apartment, you listen."

That I understood.

"Even counting grains of rice? Even writing lines?" I could hear the fear in my own voice.

"At least I know how to keep you motivated," he said.

I just sat and pouted. Eric ran through some more questions and I was left with smacks and hits across my body. This time he continued to keep them on my tits and thighs. A part of me felt like he was cycling through my body parts.

He got a phone call from work asking him a question which is the only reason I think he stopped. He was enjoying hitting me I could tell by the look on his face, his lips were twitching and his eyes sparkling.

As Eric strolled back into the room from his phone call I stood up from the couch.

"What's the verdict?" I raised a brow.

"Nothing, they just needed to ask me a question about something," he said.

Eric came and sat on the couch, barely a moment later he picked me up and placed me on his lap so I was straddling him. I placed my palms over his shoulders and waited for his commands.

"Next, I'm going to train you on how to take my cock. In fact, I'm going to show you how to take it in each one of your little holes," he said.

"Each one?"

"All three."

My pussy was soaking his pants. My arousal was at an all time high. It was like I was constantly on edge. Eric pushed me back a little to get access to his pants, he pulled them down then his boxers, his cock was standing proud between us. I knew what to do, I lifted myself and lowered onto his thick long dick.

Eric stretched my pussy as he invaded me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I tried to make it to the base. He was big or maybe I was small... Either way, taking him was taking some getting used to. He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me down slowly but surely. Eric hissed, his face looked halfway pained.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.

"I'm nervous," I admitted. That was my only explanation. He thrust his hips up, slamming into me. I screamed out as the waves of pleasure and pain washed over me, crashing like waves at a windy beach.

"Why're you nervous, baby?"

Eric grabbed me by the hips making me bounce at the fast pace he wanted.

"I don't know..." I stammered. Arousal was swirling inside me deeper and deeper blooming into pleasure that kept exploding like fireworks. Eric kept fucking me, grunting like a damned animal as he did. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to relax. "I think I just want to do a good job for you."

Eric's hand found my tit, squeezing it before grabbing at my nipple. He pulled me forward until I was practically glued to him and then he found my neck. His wicked tongue flicked out to the most sensitive part of my nape before he pulled my ear into his mouth. All the while his cock was thrusting into me in such a way that I was struggling to keep quiet. Worse than that, with the new way I was angled my clit was rubbing up against him, pushing me into bliss. My mind was emptying of all its contents and all I could do was be this vessel for our pleasure. I tangled my fingers through his hair, pulling it.

I grabbed at his t-shirt. I needed it off. I pulled it from his shoulders and he had to let go of me for a moment so I could remove it from his head. In those split seconds I started ramming my body harder and harder onto him, pulling him deeper and deeper, inside myself.

Everything was getting too much, the crashing waves were pulling out to sea, preparing themselves for a tsunami. I leaned down, burying myself into his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into me. I would have fallen off from bucking if Eric hadn't held me in place.

"Where do you want me to finish?" Eric grunted.

My head spun, I didn't know what to say, I don't know what came over me. "Inside me," I burst.

"Fuck. You're going to kill me."

Eric pulled me down hard and stilled, coming deep inside me. I laid there, head on his shoulder as I tried to gather myself.

I pulled my head up and looked at him, I felt woozy. Eric cupped my face and rubbed his thumb back and forth over my temple.

"Did I do good?" I chewed my lip.

"You did very good."

I gave Eric a smile and laid back down against him.

***

Eric eventually pulled me off him and we had a short break to catch our breath. He pulled me to his body, his arm around my neck, my cheek pressed into his chest. He put on this show he likes and told me to stay.

We had been sitting like this for an hour and I was starting to squirm.

"Eric," I whined.

"Yes pet?"

"I'm getting bored."

He chuckled and pulled me tighter against him before running his hand down my body and toward my ass.

"You want some more training, I understand," he cooed.

"No-- I--," I stammered.

"Get on the table, on your knees," he said. I bit my lip just thinking about it. I lifted up from him and knelt on the coffee table facing him.

"Yes, Eric," I said.

"Spread your legs, hands on your thighs, push your tits out for me," he commanded. I didn't realise we were going to play a game of simon says.

I pushed my knees apart and pushed my shoulders back before placing my hands on my knees.

"When I tell you to go kneel, this is what I expect."

Arousal flowed up through my spine.

"What else do you expect?" My voice dropped.

Eric dragged himself to the edge of his seat. "Head down, ass up," he said.

I switched positions.

"Arch."

I stretched my back and Eric groaned. "I'm going to start making you do yoga."

"What?"

"Naked."

"I don't think that's going to make me less forgetful," I shot back.

"No, that's just for me. Now get up and beg," he said.

I slid back up onto my knees and looked at him sideways.

"What am I even begging for?"

"Whatever you need," he growled.

My head spun. Did he mean his cock? I crawled off the table and kneeled between his legs, I placed my cheek against his thigh and batted my eyelashes up at him.

"Please, Sir I need it," I sung in a breathy tone. Eric grabbed me by the hair.

"At least you know how to beg," he said. He was starting to lose his grip on control. I could just feel it.

Sunday

Last night over dinner Eric and I discussed how he was going to train me today. He said he still needed to use my mouth and my ass. I assured him there was no need to put anything up my ass but he told me it was happening. We established a safeword for me because in Eric's words things were just going to keep getting more intense. My safeword was tangerine, I decided on that. He also went over what my responsibilities were so there could be no mix ups.

I was to cook dinner three nights a week, and him three, one night would be left overnight. We could work out our weekly schedule on Sundays. When one person cooks the other cleans.

I was to sweep and mop once a week and Eric agreed to dust. Apparently he had been doing both most of the time.

We would take turns cleaning the bathroom once a week. I was solely responsible for our balcony plants and Eric agreed to always be on trash duty.

The ins and outs didn't really matter. What really mattered is if I forgot or didn't do what I promised I was going to do. Punishments would ensue, I was sure of that. But Eric made sure to threaten me anyway. He practically pulled me onto his lap by the end of dinner and pinched my clit through my panties as he told me about all the beatings I would be receiving and how he is looking forward to each and every one of them. Naturally I just shook my head and then he forced an orgasm out of me.

Once again I was just lying in bed in the morning, reading this time. Sundays always felt like nothing days and even with the anticipation of Eric I didn't feel motivated to get up as soon as I woke up. I had picked up a historical western spanking erotica, it wasn't the typical thing I would read but the brutish male character was rather refreshing.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I started leading up to their first sex scene. My door slammed open and I jumped, almost throwing my phone like it contained illicit information.

"Eric," I shrieked.

He strolled into the room and pulled my covers off my body. I was naked underneath.

"Knees now," Eric commanded, but I could tell he was in a good mood. Luckily for him the erotica had not only woken me up but started to turn me on so I was much more likely to comply.

I put the phone down and scrambled to a sitting position before getting onto my knees. I remembered yesterday how Eric constructed me to spread my thighs and push my tits out. I did exactly as I was told. He looked down at me almost as if to say he was proud but instead he pushed two fingers into my pussy.

"What has you so soaking wet this morning?"

Eric got onto the bed with me. I didn't want to tell him that I had been reading erotica. It was frankly none of his business.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about stuff," I said.

"Thinking about what we'd do today?"

That was partially the truth so I just nodded at him. Eric sank onto the bed in front of me and wrapped a hand around my throat. On instinct I lifted my chin to give him better access to me. Eric groaned and leaned forward, his lips captured mine. I realised in that moment that we had fucked and other such things but he hadn't kissed me. Not properly. Not like this. The way Eric was kissing me now was making me sag against him. The way he was making me breathless and pining for more. In this state I would do whatever he wants. I would obey him endlessly.

His lips came off mine and I leaned forward for more. Eric chuckled down at me. Between the book and him my head was spinning with arousal. He pushed his hand between my legs cupping me, his thumb pressing into my clit.

"Are you going to be my good girl today?"

"I wasn't planning on being bad."

"Do you need coffee?" Eric asked. He pushed his fingers deep into me, stroking my g-spot.

"No I can last without it," I said, moaning. I was halfway to an orgasm already, since I was so worked up from reading.

"On the floor, kneel," Eric said before pulling his fingers out of me. I almost whimpered and cried but I was feeling somewhat submissive and besides I wanted to please Eric. I slipped down off the bed and kneeled down in front of him with my legs spread. Eric pushed his pants down, pulling them clean off his body, then his shirt. Eric took care of himself, clearly.