The Ultimatum, Part 1

She had me. There was nothing I could do. I had only been renting the room from her for six months, and I had been late on rent 3x. I couldn’t afford to lose the place. She knew it. That’s why Kristen gave me the ultimatum. She pulled out a wooden paddle from her nightstand drawer, placed it on top, and looked at me sternly.

“I just finished a 12 hour day at work, and I have zero patience left for you. You can take a paddling, or you can pack up your shit, and find a new place. What’ll it be?”

I stood frozen for a second, and then blurted out the next thing that came to mind. “Where did you get that thing???” I said, my voice starting to quiver.

“I used to teach high school in Florida. Sometimes you have buy your own supplies. Don’t change the subject. Am I evicting you, or am I spanking you?”

I could not believe this was happening. I should have known though. Neighbors told me that she was a little nuts, and my room price was suspiciously cheap.

“What…will it be!” she shouted impatiently.

I felt beside myself, hearing the next words that would come out of my mouth. “How hard are you gonna p-“

“God dammit, you just earned 3 extra swats for being difficult,” she said, interrupting me, and pointing her finger toward me as she talked. 

She grabbed the paddle, got up from her bed, went to her desk, and pulled out the wooden chair. She sat down with the paddle in her right hand. She pointed toward the window which overlooked the street. “It’s either that…”

She pointed at the paddle in her hand. “Or it’s this. Now be a man, and make a decision.”

Her blue eyes locked with mine. That paddle was looking even more awful than when she first brought it out. Her commanding tone, and emasculating insults were having their full affect. My mouth was dry, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak.

She smiled at me, knowingly. “Cameron…you have been a very, very, bad boy. Now come over here, and take your punishment.” She patted her right leg three times.

My heart started to race. I moved toward her slowly, feeling like my knees could buckle beneath me at any second. As soon as I was within arms reach, she reached for my belt buckle, and used it to pull me in front of her. I faced her, and looked down to see my belt suddenly being unbuckled. Her face had a cold, determined expression. The blood rushed to my head, and the next few seconds became a blur. I remember the sound of my zipper, and the feeling of my jeans dropping to my ankles. I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. Amidst the mental fog, I felt the grasp of her hand on my wrist, and next thing I remember I was bent over the tops of her thighs. He body was warm, and firm.

Her grasp on my wrist tightened, and she pinned it against my hip. I felt her leg cross over both of mine. The new restraints felt like a straight jacket. Now my humiliation of being bent over her lap in my white briefs, was worsened by a feeling of utter helplessness. I felt the cool wood of the paddle rest across my butt. 

“I have a feeling that you’re the crying type. Let’s find out, shall we?”

I instantly realized that I had made the wrong decision


To be continued…

The Ultimatum, Part 2


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