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Who's the Boss
by Catherine (no address provided)

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I took control or did I? (FF-teens, reluc, spank, oral)

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I was totally involved with fucking her. The dildo I was 
pushing into her twat was what I would consider too big 
for me. It was eight inches long and an inch and a half 
in diameter. It was black plastic and had the veins, the 
mushroom cap and foreskin moulded into it. 

The part that I was concentrating on was on the back 
side. A little nodule kept rubbing me right on my clit 
when I got it in the right place. Then she would move 
and I would have to move to return it to the sweet spot 
again. It was at times frustrating because she whined 
the whole time I was fucking her.

"You're going too fast," she would say or, "You're 
pushing to gently." Or I was going to slow or pushing 
too hard. I never got it right for her. Eventually I 
would just slap her to shut her up or keep her still. 
Sometimes I would slap her so many times my arm would 
tire. I never bruised her because I certainly didn't 
want to hurt her, I just wanted her to quit whining.

We were placed together during a roommate drawing. We 
were both first years and novices at living away from 
home. I was a serious student studying towards a DVM 
degree. She was an econ major. We couldn't be more 
different in that category.

I arrived in Boston a day early so I could settle in and 
apply for a few scholarships. I was from the eastern 
side of the state about three hours away. I had just 
finished my run and was headed to the shower when she 
waltzed into the quad. I was dripping sweat and hot from 
the muggy September afternoon. 

I ran to relieve the stress or to work through problems. 
I had a lot of problems so I ran a lot. The winters were 
my favorite times to run. We shook hands standing in our 
room. She said her name was Melissa Ackley. She made a 
face when she shook my hand. I was dripping sweat from 
my run.

I showered and dried off. I wrapped a towel around me 
and went to the room to dress. I dropped the towel and 
slid on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I had settled 
into the room the day before so I laid on my bed to read 
a trade magazine while Melissa settled in.

She was really a good roommate. I heard enough horror 
stories from the other dorm residents to appreciate what 
I had with her. She was quiet for the most part and was 
just as studious as I was. The only issue I could even 
think to complain about was that she was neat to a 
fault. 

She kept her area scrubbed to the point of being 
sterile. She changed her bed linens twice a week. She 
did all of her own laundry. She had a small ironing 
board and iron. Everything she put on had to be cleaned 
and pressed or she just didn't want it to touch her 
skin. It didn't bother me until she got bored and 
started on my area.

I changed my bed weekly. I cleaned and dusted everything 
while my laundry was in the machine. I would then 
carefully fold my clothes. If you do it right ironing is 
kept to a minimum. Melissa didn't approve. I would 
return from the library and find she had gone through my 
clothes and ironed everything. Nothing was ever missing 
or ruined, it was absolutely perfect. I wasn't a perfect 
dresser or a perfect anything. It got to be a problem 
for me.

Shoes off before coming into the room. Wear flip flops 
in the common areas. Change the shoes before entering 
the room. I didn't buy into it. 

One Saturday afternoon I was studying for a biology 
exam. The subject matter built off of other chapters so 
I had to constantly refer to old notes to tie it all 
together. I needed to concentrate. Quiet times in the 
dorm were few and far between. Melissa decided she 
needed to attempt to convince me to remove my shoes 
before walking into the room for the hundredth time.

"Melissa, please could you let me study. You can 
complain all you want in a few hours." I asked. I was a 
little sarcastic with her, but she could be a bit much. 
She wouldn't let up. She kept yammering at me.

"If you don't let up I will spank you." I had never said 
that to her before. I tried to be a friend to her. She 
kept listing the types of dirt I was tracking into the 
living space on my feet. She, I am sure, was right, but 
there is a fine line between cleanliness and obsession. 
She had crossed it. "Melissa, please let me finish."

I spent a lot of time running, I also swam and lifted 
weights. I never considered myself muscle bound but I 
had some definition. I knew I was a lot stronger than 
she was. She was standing above me counting off the 
number of times I had worn the wrong shoes. I grabbed 
her arm and pulled her across my lap and gave her bottom 
five good whacks with my open hand.

After I let her, she stood with tears in her eyes and 
stomped into the bedroom, leaving me to my studying. She 
was quiet for the rest of the weekend.

The next week she started up again. She started slowly 
complaining about my wet towel hanging on the towel 
rack. If I spread it on the rack instead of folding it, 
it would dry quicker. I looked at her from the corner of 
my eye. She looked back and continued on her current 
rampage. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the 
bedroom and across my lap again. 

This time I pulled up her dress and spanked her bottom 
with only her perfectly ironed panties covering her 
bottom. I gave her ten swats. Five on each side. I could 
see the redness rising on her butt cheeks. I pulled her 
dress over her ass and allowed her to stand. She was 
crying again. She quietly went over to her desk and sat 
with her calculator working on an accounting lesson.

I had several days of peace and quiet. I had long since 
given up trying to keep the room to her standards. She 
had taken over cleaning the bathroom and bedroom. I had 
also noticed that my bed was made differently. I made my 
bed every day as soon as I got up. I pulled the sheets 
and blankets up, fluffed the pillows and covered the 
bedding with a duvet. Now I noticed the sheets were 
pulled much tighter. 

It was difficult to get comfortable at night. And when I 
laid on my bed during the day I would see it had been 
pulled tight, all of the wrinkles from me lying on it 
were gone. My laundry would disappear only to appear in 
my drawer or my closet perfectly clean, ironed and 
folded.

Somehow we had gotten on the shoe topic again. I was 
still being difficult about it. She had bought me flip 
flops to wear in the room instead of those dirty running 
shoes. It was never ending the things she could complain 
about. I pulled her over my lap and pulled up her dress 
to find she had no panties on.

"I knew you were going to spank me so I took them off, I 
just ironed them the last time you got angry with me." 
She said.

OK, I gave her ten whacks, five on each cheek. The rosy 
red color appeared on her abused bottom. I rubbed it a 
little to take away the sting. I noticed her ass was 
full and round. Her hips had a sweet feminine curve to 
them. I had a round full butt from my work outs, but 
hers was a natural form. It was really a perfect bottom. 

All the while I was thinking how nice her butt was, I 
was rubbing her. I kind of liked the feel of it when it 
was all red and warm from a spanking. I shook myself out 
of my reverie and pulled her dress down. 

She stood. "Are you done humiliating me yet?" She asked.

"Are you done complaining about me yet?" I countered.

"Yes, for now." She said with a tone that promised more 
to come.

I found myself thinking about what she said over the 
next couple of days. I had become accustomed to most of 
her moods. When she was PMSing she cleaned. Then she got 
her period and things settled down for a week or two, 
then she would find fault with my way of living. That 
would start slowly and build up until she started 
menstruating. Then it would start all over again. My 
tolerance would start getting real thin the week leading 
up to period. It was almost predictable.

The spankings quieted her for a few days, but eventually 
I would be pulling her over my lap to get a reprieve. 

One time after a particular nasty episode, I was rubbing 
her bare bottom. Her butt cheeks were both bright red. 
Her short skirt was pulled up over her back. Of course 
she was wearing no panties so I knew she was expecting a 
spanking. Her bottom was so pretty I leaned over and 
gave it a kiss on the right cheek. At the same time I 
reached between her thighs and the edge of my index 
finger brushed her perfectly groomed vagina. I felt the 
moisture and immediately knew she was enjoying the 
spanking more than I intended. I rubbed my finger 
against her until I felt her pearl. She shuttered as an 
orgasm worked its way through her.

I was shocked when she got up and kissed me.

I started to find articles on spanking and BDSM 
strategically place around the room. She was 
irrepressible when she got started on me. The only thing 
that would stop her was a firm spanking followed by me 
giving her an orgasm. Which I did at first by rubbing 
her, then I started to penetrate her. She laid across my 
lap compliantly until I was finished servicing her. Then 
she would get up and kiss me, quietly going about her 
business.

I found the strap-on in my drawer. When I would pull her 
across my lap she insisted I put it on beforehand. The 
plastic cock would be between her thighs as I spanked 
her. Then she would insist I fuck her doggie style as I 
smacked her bottom. 

Eventually the spanking became superfluous. And after 
she reached her climax she would crawl between my legs 
and lick me until I pulled her up and cuddled her, until 
we both fell into a satisfied slumber.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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