A Project for Bethany

Chastised, he begged, "I'm sorry Bethany, it was stupid of me. Please don't toss me. I'll do anything to keep our arrangement. The job hunt is getting nowhere. I need this. I really do."

"I like you, Matthew. And I like your sister, a lot. I don't want to disappoint her by having to kick you to the curb, but I will."

"Please Bethany, anything you want. Please give me one more chance."

Bethany was silent long enough to make Matthew uncomfortable as he waited for a reply. She walked to the windows and gazed out over the city, then turned back to face the man who was groveling for her. Matthew may have been on his feet, but he was still groveling.

"O.K. Matty," Bethany's tone immediately established that this was not a negotiation, "it's obvious that you can behave when you want to or when you are effectively motivated. But it seems to wear off after a few weeks. We need a way to restore that motivation."

"Uh ... o.k.," Matthew said, uncertain of where Bethany was going.

"When you were young, how did your mother discipline you."

It was obvious that Bethany already knew the answer to her question.

"She spanked me, but it was only a few times," Matthew's voice was almost a whisper.

"Punitively, or was it the ritual and sense of humiliation for a growing young man that she depended upon for correction?"

"The ritual, she would never have hurt me," Matthew admitted, avoiding the use of that other word. He now knew that Janie must have told Bethany everything.

"And what else," Bethany pushed for more, needing Matthew to experience admitting to the details.

"Corner time, to reflect on my mistakes afterward," Matthew's voice was stronger with the admission of his past.

"Shall I try spanking you, Matthew? Will you submit to that correction whenever I deem it necessary? Or would you rather start packing this afternoon?"

Matthew knew he was cornered, with only one option that resulted in staying in the apartment.

"I will take your spankings, Bethany."

"Good, Janie will be happy to know we're trying to make this work. Now strip, we'll do this with a bare ass."

"Strip?" Matthew blurted, "but I never ..."

Bethany cut him off, "Matty, it's my house, and my rules, now strip or pack."

Matthew obediently disrobed, thinking that the loss of protection from the material wouldn't matter much with Bethany's small hands. He folded each piece of clothing and placed them in a tidy stack at one end of the sofa. As he was finishing, Bethany spoke.

"Why don't you put those in your room now, and come back here to see me."

"Yes Bethany," Matthew said quietly and carried his clothes to his room.

When Matthew returned to the living room he found Bethany sitting in one of the straight-backed wooden chairs from the dinette. She had also removed her jacket and was wearing only her skirt and bra. Matthew's eyes widened when he saw that she held a thick wooden paddle. It didn't have any bristles, but it looked a lot like the hairbrush he'd known at home. Apparently, Bethany knew everything. If this ever came up, it was going to be an interesting conversation with Janie.

Bethany pointed at a spot a few feet in front of her and Matthew moved to stand there. His hands covered his groin, and he thought his earlier ball-draining would have resulted in a somewhat less active response from his cock.

"Hands to your sides Matty." Bethany directed calmly.

"Do you know why you are here?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," the form of address slipped out from reflexive memory, "because I need to be reminded to behave better and follow the rules."

Bethany smiled at the slip. This was going to be fun after all.

"Very well Matthew, I accept your agreement to submit. If you are incapable of going on, you may use "Napoleon" as your safeword. I do not intend to force that to occur, but you may have it as an assurance. I am not going to tell you how many strokes I intend to apply. Nor will I make you count them. It will be enough that you contemplate the actions which got us to this point."

"Yes m... Bethany," Matthew corrected himself.

"That's o.k. Matty, you may address me politely as ma'am when you feel it is appropriate."

Bethany crooked her finger and patted her lap. Matthew knew what was expected of him and laid across her thighs, steadying himself with toes and fingertips still in contact with the carpet. He barely suppressed a soft moan as he felt his semi-hard cock slide between Bethany's soft inner thighs.

Holding the paddle in her dominant left hand, Bethany placed her right hand on the middle of Matthew's back. The first blows were almost sensuous as Bethany got a feel for her stroke and for Matthew's reactions. Then they came with intent. By the time she had laid down twenty strong strokes, covering both cheeks, Matthew was gasping with each impact. At forty he was squirming, begging "Please" but not using his safeword. At fifty Bethany stopped. She kept her right hand on Matthew's back. With her left hand, she dropped the paddle to the carpet beside the chair, then gently touched Matthew's burning red cheeks, watching his reaction for any spots that might have received more than an equal share of impact stimulation. Satisfied that he was still OK, even if now glowed bright red from the spanking, she moved forward with her plan.

"Up Matty."

He stood.

"Corner," Bethany pointed to the one empty corner in the room, "feet spread, hands behind your head. I will let you know when it's been long enough."

"Yes ma'am," Matthew whispered as he obeyed.

Thoroughly spanked and deeply chastised by the feelings of his own submission in not standing up to Bethany, Matthew was glad he'd milked his own balls so thoroughly while Bethany entertained her client. He hoped that she had noticed the spanking didn't appear to turn him on and feel that the punishment was more than enough. But as she stood facing the corner, with the heat in his ass still burning and tingling, his own cock continued to betray him. Soon he was standing there with a rock hard erection, brought on by the combination of the eroticism of Bethany in control and so many complex layers of his own arousal.

Matthew flinched mentally at the first distinctive clicking of Bethany's phone camera. Biting his lips, he held his posture as he heard her move around behind him and snap a variety of shots.

"Don't worry Matty," she said, "these are just for my personal entertainment."

Bethany lounged on the sofa as she contemplated Matthew's predicament and considered what she knew about him from her closeness with Janie. He needed the apartment share arrangement. He also wanted to be close to Bethany to continue enjoying seeing her and having his jack-off sessions as he listened to her client dates. Lastly, he hated the thought of being that boy who needs to be disciplined to behave. And all of that was complicated by the obvious effects the situation was having on him.

Matthew stood quietly, hands behind his head, and listened as Bethany made a call.

"Hi, Janie..."

"Oh shit," Matthew thought, "what now."

"Oh, I think Matty and I are working out our little problems. ... He really wants to stay here and says he'll do anything now. ... I just wanted to call and thank you for all your advice, I'm sure we're going to be doing much better. ... Love you Janie, bye-bye."

Bethany took one more photo of Matthew before putting her phone down.

"Janie said to tell you to be a good boy," she said to Matthew.

Matthew suppressed a groan, "good boy" was one of those phrases his mother always used. There were obviously no secrets between Janie and Bethany.

Bethany moved to stand close behind Matthew. Her hands felt cool to Matthew as she cupped the red cheeks of his ass and murmured about how warm they still felt. Matthew nearly jumped forward at the touch but managed to maintain his posture. The pretty blonde next slid around Matthew's body, ducking under his upraised bicep to lean one shoulder against the wall for support. Looking down, she smiled broadly.

"Well, well, what do we have here Matty, it looks like you're actually enjoying yourself."

With the slightest of touches, two neatly manicured fingertips stroked along the top of Matthew's erection from base to head. The fingertips continued back along the bottom of Matthew's shaft and ended when Bethany spread her hand to encircle his scrotum above his heavy balls.

Matthew bit back the moan caused by the stroking fingertips, but the gasp which came as Bethany's hand tightened around his balls escaped, to her amusement.

"These are now mine, Matthew Thomas," Bethany said in a voice that invited no questions, "We had rules before and now we know what happens when the rules are broken, don't we?"

"Yes," muttered Matthew.

The hand tightened.

"Yes what, Matty?"

"Yes, Miss Bethany," Matthew groaned.

"Good boy, I like that, ... Miss Bethany, ... you should use that more often."

"Yes, Miss Bethany," Matthew said quickly as a flexing of Bethany's hand inspired a response.

"And I like having you naked around the place, I think that can be your apartment uniform from now on, until I decide on something else," Bethany said with another squeeze.

"Yes, Miss Bethany."

"Good boy, now why don't you go get cleaned up. I know you didn't have a chance to shower after listening to my lunchtime appointment."

Matthew blushed at the inference and stepped back to turn and head for a shower. Before he got out of the room, Bethany spoke again.

"One more thing Matty. Clean-shaven. Every day."

Matthew paused and touched his chin, it was barely stubbly after a couple of days of growth since his last shave.

Bethany smiled and added, "Yes, your chin too."

Matthew's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. He knew that Bethany's new expectations were part of the cost of staying, so he nodding in acknowledgment of her expectations.

"Yes ma'am."

As Matthew disappeared down the hall, Bethany picked up her phone again. With practiced keystrokes, she selected one of her most recent photos and sent it to Janie.

Over the next week, Matthew found himself quietly accepting Bethany's dishes to wash for her, and wiping down the exercise equipment after she used it. Each time he hoped to hear her expressed approval, with a softly spoken "Good boy." Accepting that she wanted him naked in the apartment at all times was a challenge. Bethany added to that challenge by becoming more casual about her own attire. Matthew often turned at the sound of her voice to find her in sexy lingerie or fetish wear, and sometimes just panties or nothing at all. She found a secret delight in seeing Matthew's cock rise to erection each time she was close or wore something to stimulate his imagination.

Despite the sexual tension that permeated the apartment, Bethany gave Matthew no hint that there was anything between them other than the rules. And she expected those rules to be followed completely.

To add to Matthew's constant sexual frustration, Bethany rewarded his good behavior with a gift of six photos. Glossy color five-by-seven images, each was taken from a photoshoot she had done for one of her clients. The first was a classic headshot, with dramatic evening makeup and a very sexy smile on her lips. In the second, she was posing bending away from the camera and looking back, her legs accentuated by white stockings and stilettos leading the observer's eye upwards to the white lace panties she wore. In the third photo, Bethany was dressed as a high school cheerleader, with a shorter skirt and tighter top than any high school would have allowed. The fourth photo featured a naked Bethany, as seen from the point of view of the man whose cock she rode, which was buried deep in her pussy. She was also naked in the fifth photo, laying back on a bed with a heavy load of cum spread from her navel to her cleavage. And the last photo seemed to have been taken just for Matthew, in it Bethany wore her blue leather skirt and white lace bra, she was sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair, and holding her paddle in her hands.

When Bethany handed Matthew the envelope of photos she told him they were for him to look at while he listened to her client visits. He would not, she reminded him, be receiving any links or digital content. One common element ran through the images, the way Bethany directed her gaze at the camera with a knowing look. Matthew felt each one was a shot of her looking right at him. The result was a mixture of boyish guilt for touching himself while he looked at photos of his sister's friend and an overwhelming sense of need to be a good boy for her so that he could stay in the apartment. Each time Matthew lay in his bed he went through the photos. Every time he was close to cumming, he found himself holding the image of Bethany with her paddle as he remembered the spanking and the feel of Bethany's thighs and hands against his body. Reliving that moment was usually enough to trigger his orgasm.

After a session in her bedroom with a client or a stunt cock, Bethany might catch Matthew in the kitchen or hallway. Standing close, until his engorged cock was almost touching her midriff, she'd ask if it "had been good for him too." Not letting Matthew escape until he admitted that it was with a whispered "yes, ma'am," Bethany would laugh as she danced away and ask if he had come two, or three, times while listening to her date. Even the frequent masturbation sessions failed to take the edge off the erotic tension Matthew felt any time he was near Bethany.

It was a little more than a week after the spanking that Bethany called Matthew into the living room. Glad for the distraction from reading emails explaining that firms were not hiring or not accepting resumes at this time, Matthew padded up the hallway with his mind still in work search mode. He halted with a minor shock as he reached the living room and saw what awaited him.

Bethany was standing beside one of the wooden chairs which had been placed exactly where the spanking had taken place. She was again wearing her blue skirt and white lace bra. On the seat of the chair lay the paddle. Flashes of the photo flickered across Matthew's mind as he took in all the same elements before him.

Matthew stood stock still, speechless, his mind furiously trying to recall if he had breached the rules.

Bethany smiled as she saw the confused look spread across his face.

"No Matty, you haven't done anything wrong," Bethany reassured the nervous man, "but we know from experience that you only last about two weeks before you start to lapse. Two weeks after accepting my rules and moving in was your first failure. Another two weeks after that we needed to correct your behavior."

"I've been good," Matthew said quietly.

"Yes Matty, you've been a very good boy. It is time, however, for us to be proactive and ensure you are reminded of our agreement before anything starts to slide again. I have decided that the best way to do this is with periodic maintenance spankings."

Matthew's wide-ranging internet searches, made in efforts to understand his reactions around Bethany and to the first spanking, had introduced him to that term. It had never occurred to him that they might be added to the apartment routine.

"This is to benefit both of us Matty, and really it's for your own good. I enjoy having you around and you do want to stay, don't you?"

"Yes," Matthew said, barely above a whisper.

"Yes ...," Bethany returned with one arching eyebrow for emphasis.

"Yes Miss Bethany," Matthew said in a tone that was still quiet but indicating surrender to Bethany's will.

"Good boy," Bethany said cheerily as she picked up the paddle and took her seat. Patting her lap with her free hand she looked at Matthew expectantly.

Matthew approached and obediently lowered himself over Bethany's lap. Without the benefit of a couple of orgasms in the preceding hour, as he had with the previous spanking, he felt his cock grow even harder as it slipped between Bethany's thighs.

Bethany placed one hand on Matthew's back and held the paddle against his bottom. She paused to explain that the maintenance spanking would be less severe than a punishment, but would necessarily have to be strict enough to be a firm reminder. Confirming that Matthew understood and was willing to continue, she began.

With each sharp strike of the paddle, Matthew experienced conflicting sensations. The sting of the paddle and growing heat and pain in his asscheeks was expected. The sensual feel of the head of his cock against Bethany's leg was not. His cock remained hard throughout the spanking, the head rubbing against the crease where the bottom of Bethany's thigh met the top of her calf behind her bent knee. Matthew fiercely hoped the spanking would cancel out any encroaching need to cum, but both sets of sensations rapidly increased.

Bethany reached the thirtieth stroke on her way to an intended forty when she realized that Matthew was indeed, almost humping her leg.

"If you cum on my leg Matthew," Bethany spoke with the paddle adding emphasis, "I will make you lick it off me."

It was all too much. The apartment arrangement, the spanking scene, the way his mind had been primed with the photos, Matthew's increasingly willing submission, and now Bethany's stern warning.

Bethany closed her thighs, capturing Mathew's cock between them. Matthew shuddered and groaned. Both of them felt his warm cum pumping out to coat the inside of her calves with his seed.

Pushing Matthew off her lap Bethany closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly. Keeping her lips pressed together, she worked to maintain her composure and not let the mischievous smile that wanted to break our appear on her lips. She also kept her knees tight together even though she could feel the stickiness of the cum between her calves.

Matthew lay on the floor. In the quiet moment after being unceremoniously dumped from Bethany's lap, he pulled himself into a kneeling position in front of her. He waited his mind a confusion of possibilities over how Bethany might react and what could come next.

"You are a messy boy," Bethany said as she looked down at Matthew.

"I am sorry Miss Bethany, I will get a cloth," replied Matthew, unable to take his eyes off Bethany's knees while knowing his offending cum coated her calves.

"No, you won't. I told you what you would be doing if you came on me, didn't I?"

"Yes ma'am," Matthew whispered, his mind flashing the photo image of Bethany covered in cum.

Bethany slowly spread her knees.

"Get to work, slut boy, or would you rather be packing."

Kinky behavior didn't bother Matthew, but the thought of being sent away had grown to be his greatest fear. Obediently, he dropped to his hands and knees and moved his head between Bethany's feet to start licking upwards on each leg from ankle to knee. Each swipe of his tongue picked up a little more of his cum and he worked at his task until he was lapping at the lower edge of Bethany's thighs.

As Matthew's tongue worked over her calves, Bethany's level of arousal steadily built. Her roommate wasn't the only one who had been held at an erotic simmer during the preceding weeks. She wasn't sure if it was the spanking, or Matthew's quiet acquiescence, that made her pussy so wet this time. By the time Matthew reached the end of his task, Bethany had slid her ass to the edge of the chair seat and her skirt had ridden up to allow her to spread her thighs widely.

Matthew settled back on his knees. When he raised his eyes, he found himself staring directly into Bethany's smoothly-shaven and very open pussy. Instinctively, he licked his lips, tasting the traces of his own cum on them.

Bethany smiled at Matthew's reaction. Then she raised one foot and placed it against the center of his chest. With one slow but firm push, she placed Matthew on his back in front of her. Bethany then rose, keeping her skirt high to give her legs a greater range of motion, and stepped forward over Matthew. Straddling his face, she lowered herself until her pussy was inches from his eager tongue.