Anna and Arin: Good Clean(ing) Fun

Anna came home from a long busy day and slipped the heels off of her tired feet. The temperature inside the dark apartment was almost as cold as it was outside.

Glumly, she flipped on the kitchen light, turned up the heat and made her way to the laundry room. Despite her mood, she smiled as she tossed the soiled sheets and panties from the night before into the washer.

Drumming her nails on the kitchen counter, she frowned at the stack of resumes and applications that seemed to be taunting her. "What a fun way to spend a Friday night," she said aloud, shaking her head.

After the kitchen was sorted she took out her phone and sent a short text. Maybe she and Arin would go out tonight. She could certainly use a little...her thought was interrupted when she heard a buzzing sound coming from Arin's room. His motorcycle wasn't out front so that could only mean one thing. He'd rushed off this morning without his phone. Again.

Arin had only been moved into the spare bedroom for two weeks but she was already starting to see some of his little idiosyncrasies. Some were cute, like the little tapping he did with his foot while he was reading. Others were about as cute as the sticky pile of crumbs he'd left on the corner of the counter top. With a small sigh, she ran a wet rag over the surface and decided to spend some quality time with a large glass of wine and a good book.

An hour later, the sheets were clean and dry. There was still no sign of her new sub. Arin's door squeaked in protest as she entered to place the clean underwear on his dresser. As she looked around, she realized she hadn't been in his room since she'd helped him move in a couple of weeks before.

His still buzzing phone rested on his unmade bed beside a stack of open books. Dirty clothes were scattered on the floor, piles of papers were sprawled every which way, and what she assumed to be this morning's half-eaten breakfast was laying on the bed stand. She was living with a forgetful teenage boy.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket as though he somehow sensed how annoyed she was with him. He had borrowed a coworker's phone to tell her he would be home in fifteen minutes. She shook her head, taking in the messy room once more before shutting the door behind her. Why go out when she could have her fun right here at home?

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The tight leather corset and matching black thigh highs fit like a glove she never wanted to take off. It contrasted her pale skin and red lips perfectly in the now dim light of the apartment. She had just enough time to get dressed and strategically position herself in the armchair. Soon she heard his motorcycle pull in followed by his footfalls bounding two steps at a time toward the door.

Leaning back in the chair, and crossing her arms over her ample cleavage, she waited patiently for her pet to unlock the door and slip inside. Despite the excited pounding in her chest, she wore a stern expression. Arin flung open the door, his face bright with a smile. Then he stopped in his tracks.

His blue eyes scanned her body then focused intently on her face for some clue as to what she was feeling. This was not the lace or silk nightie she often wore to bed, nor was it the little black dress she liked to wear when going out. Something about that leather outfit made the air around them heavier.

"You look...um...what are the plans for tonight?" Arin sputtered, glancing around cautiously before shutting the door behind him. His expression was a mixture of apprehension and excitement and his eyes seemed to not know whether to shift to the floor or search her face further.

Instead of answering, Anna stood up from the chair and made her way over to Arin's bedroom, opening the door and motioning for him to come closer. He did, slowly, a small smile on his lips. Without being told, he turned on the light and took a step inside, eyeing the bed briefly before returning his attention to her.

"Care to tell me what is wrong with this picture?" She asked, taking another glance at the mess around them and frowning at a dirty gym sock that was inches from her boot.

"Well, I'm not much of a decorator, I'll admit, but it's not like anything's growing in here. No science experiments, not yet anyway," he said with a grin. Then his eyes followed her gaze to focus on the dirty clothes on the floor.

"I was going to get to that when I clean up this weekend. I left in a rush again, and... " His voice trailed off and the grin left his lips when he saw the annoyed look on her face.

"Yes, always in a rush, forgetting things, and your room looks like a tornado hit it. Do you suppose that is the submissive I deserve?" She asked, taking a step toward him, a cold expression on her face. He retreated slightly and swallowed hard, scanning the room more closely.

"The room...it's not really that bad. I mean...it could be a lot worse," he muttered, avoiding her eyes and crossing his arms in a silent pout. When he realized she was waiting for an answer to her question he sighed and looked away to hide his annoyance. "I don't know, Anna, maybe you just have high expectations?"

It was clear she would have to approach things a little more firmly if he was going to understand. Secretly, she had hoped he would resist just a little. What was the fun in a sub who said and did everything exactly as expected all the time?

"I think I'm in need of a crop, Arin. Go to my room and fetch me one," she demanded, pointing a gloved hand toward her room across the hall. His head shot up and his mouth opened slightly. Any hint of pain was enough to make him sweat even though she had been fairly gentle on him thus far.

"B-but Anna...I'm sorry. Really. I'll pick it all up this weekend," he murmured defensively, even while backing out of the room and slowly making his way down the hall without breaking her stare. He made it as far as the foot of her bed and stood perfectly still, fidgeting and waiting for her to change her mind.

"You do recall what a crop looks like, don't you, pet? Shall I come to give you another introduction?" She called, trying not to seem too impatient with his continued hesitation.

"Yea...uh...you showed me one the first night we came to your place," he mumbled, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his hand. Still, he made no move toward the rack mounted on the far wall.

In an instant, she was standing in her room, forcing a frown on her face as she tried not to think about how adorably awkward he looked staring at a wall of whips and crops on her bedroom wall.

"It's Yes, Miss, not yea, and when I give you an order you are to do it immediately," she said, grabbing the wooden hairbrush on her dresser. It felt heavy in her hand, almost powerful. Arin scanned it, a look of confusion on his handsome face.

"S-sorry Miss...I...I understand," he mumbled softly. It was brighter in her room than in the living room and the bulge in his pants was now very evident.

"No, Arin. I don't think you do understand. I think it's about time you learned what is expected of you, what you agreed to when you said you'd be Mine." She sat down on the bed, spreading her legs slightly and patted her lap with one hand, the cool wooden handle of the brush gripped firmly.

Arin watched her every movement anxiously, taking a half step forward and staring at her lap with timid eyes. Again he hesitated, waiting for her to change her mind.

"I um..was working in the archives all day...it's sort of musty. I could shower first. Or um..we could take a bath together and I could make it up to you, Miss" he offered, licking his lips and glancing over at the bathroom door.

"Take your clothes off then. There will be plenty of time for cleaning after your spanking," she said, unfazed by his generous offer. "If I have to ask again it will be much worse than you are imagining, I assure you."

He nodded once in understanding, his fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. Letting the pants slip down to his ankles, he took a deep cautious breath. The uncertain cock, which now belonged to her, twitched as he slipped the silk boxers down over it and stepped out of the remainder of his clothes.

He shuffled closer, his hands straight in front of him to hide an erection that throbbed more with every step. Carefully, after another moment of hesitation, he draped himself over Anna's thighs, taking care to keep his weight on the balls of his feet.

A small shiver overtook him as he leaned further forward, pressing his palms on the floor. Although the apartment was still on the cooler side, she knew it wasn't the temperature that was making him shiver.

Anna ran a reassuring hand over his bare back, enjoying the colony of goosebumps that sprang up with her gentle touch. He seemed to relax slightly, despite his breath coming out in small shivering gasps.

"Tell me what we need to work on from now on, pet. What is it we will learn from this little lesson?" She purred, lifting one of her legs to hold him tightly in place between her thighs.

"I um...guess I need to do better about being neat...more to your standards than mine. M...miss," he mumbled, shifting and tensing at her every movement.

"I guess isn't good enough," she whispered, pulling back and taking a deep breath before striking his left cheek. She was careful to avoid the tailbone, instead coming in full contact with the meaty part of his ass. Unlike the last time she spanked him, she didn't bother holding back.

The strike was hard and caused his whole body to jerk forward. A small gasp left his throat and his hands found her ankle to hold onto. Just hearing the first smack against his soft skin made her panties wet. She had to take a deep breath to keep the arousal out of her voice.

"You will keep our home clean and neat," she ordered, landing two more forceful thuds against the same cheek, these causing him to shift even harder.

"You will work out a schedule so that you aren't running around like a little lost boy," she said, another three smacks coinciding with the last three words. This caused him to groan under his breath and grip her ankle harder with each strike. "And..."

"Okay, okay. Isn't that enough of a lesson?" he snapped, tensing up in anticipation of another blow. "I'll do better...okay? It's enough."

"You know your safe words, there is no reason to lose your temper, Arin. This lesson will be over when I say it's over. Where are you, Red or Yellow?" she asked, slipping a gloved finger between his cheeks and massaging gently until his cock slowly seemed to be coming alive in her lap.

"It's...neither. I can take it. I just don't think it's necessary. Is it that big of a deal where my socks are?" He grunted, trying to keep hold of his pride for as long as he could.

She rested the brush beside her and took a deep breath, releasing him of the grip of her thighs and allowing him to slide off her lap to the floor. His brows were furrowed and his face was red but he made no attempt to leave.

When she picked up the brush again his eyes shot up to search her face, relaxing only when she began running it through her long dark hair. It helped her focus on something other than the dripping wet panties under her leather skirt. Finally, after a few minutes, she spoke softly.

"It isn't about where your socks are, pet. It isn't really about the crop you refused to get me. I need to know that you are willing to follow directions without hesitation.

"For instance, if I were to take you to a lovely little den I found on the other side of town and bring you into one of the back rooms, could I count on you to do exactly as I say? Would you embarrass me by showing others that I haven't trained you well enough yet?" She cocked her head to the side, studying his slightly less frustrated face.

He didn't seem to know what to say, shaking his head slightly and biting his bottom lip. Leaning forward, she stared into his eyes before bringing the brush handle to his lips and ordering him to open. Again he hesitated.

"Do you belong to me, Arin?" she asked, tracing his full lips with the tip of the wooden handle.

"I think we've both known that since that first night under the tree. Yes."

"Then you will present yourself as such. Tardiness and dirty clothes on the floor is not the way to do that," she said, slipping the handle inside his mouth as he halfheartedly held the tip on his tongue.

"And when I tell you to fetch something or open your mouth to suck a brush, or a cock. You will do so, eagerly, for Me."

A soft moan escaped the back of his throat as he opened further, taking the brush into his mouth and pulling back just to bob forward again.

His hands made their way onto her thighs and up her skirt, as he continued to swallow more and more of the brush handle. Often he would gag himself, just to open wider on the next attempt.

When his fingers grazed the moist panties beneath he stopped, tracing the lips of her pussy gently and then glancing over at the far wall in contemplation.

"Punishing me...all of this...stuff." He nodded to the wall of whips before spreading her legs a little further. "It really does turn you on, doesn't it? It's not just a game,"

All at once, his expression and posture changed. It was as if something clicked for the first time. Somehow it seemed her arousal made everything else bearable. As he leaned to kiss her inner thigh over and over again, even his lips felt softer.

It took a lot of reserve not to lose herself in that moment. Her hands made their way into his hair, gripping and directing as he explored and worshiped beneath her skirt.

It would have been so easy to stop the punishment there and let him off with it. So very easy. But how would he ever learn if that mouth of his got him out of every single corner he backed himself into? Shaking her head, she kicked him away gently, causing him to fall back with a groan.

"All of this...it does excite me, and it is fun in its own way but no, Arin, this isn't really a game. It's more than that," she said trying to force her breath to slow. "Turn around. On all fours for me."

He stared into her eyes for a long moment, drinking her in completely before turning around. Anna's eyes fell on the bright warm marks across his perfect ass and she couldn't help but smile.

For a moment, she mused about his having to sit carefully for a few days. Would anyone notice and ask why? Pressing her legs together, she again drew a deep calming breath before ordering him to back up closer. The warmth of his cheeks against her leg made her bite her bottom lip.

Her finger reached to trace the red marks gently before disappearing deep inside him. Arin let out a little moan, pushing back against the digit in an attempt to feel it fully.

She thought about the morning jog they'd had together before he moved in as she added another finger, slipping in and out slowly. When she pulled away he was whimpering for more, not able to keep from turning to plead with his eyes. He let out a small gasp when he saw the entire brush handle vanish inside her mouth and slip down into her throat with very little effort.

He was so transfixed he barely even registered why she would be doing such a thing. By the time he realized what she intended to do, the slippery handle was already forcing its way inside him.

He tensed, his muscles involuntarily trying to expel the intrusive object. Despite his surprise, he moaned softly, pushing back as he had done with her fingers.

The brush had been custom made. The wooden handle was intricately carved with ridges much like the old calligraphy brushes she had always admired.

She watched each indented section closely as he took it slowly inside him. Soon, only the bristles of the wooden brush were visible. Several times, she pulled the handle out slowly, plunging it back inside without warning and twisting slightly.

His soft groans filled the room, making every part of her tingle with excitement. Just before he could find any sort of release, she stopped, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"Hold it into place, squeeze gently as you move. If it falls to the floor, I will be very VERY disappointed," she breathed, releasing her grip on the brush and standing from the bed.

He whimpered again, squeezing his cheeks around the wooden handle as his now throbbing cock hung below him. When she walked through the door and made her way to his bedroom, she could swear she could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Or was it hers? She made a mental note to buy him a collar and lead as soon as possible, ordering him to follow.

Several times on the way to his room, he stopped to squeeze the handle back into place but it hadn't dropped when he finally crossed the threshold. He was doing better than she thought he would. She offered him a smile that seemed to warm him all over before continuing.

"Now let's clean up this room, shall we? You can start with the gym sock by the door," she ordered, not able to keep a small giggle from escaping her lips.

He looked down at the sock and scrunched up his nose, starting to sit up slightly to reach for it. "If you sit, you'll lose your battle with the brush handle, pet. Use your mouth."

He glanced up into her eyes and back down to the sock a few times, not sure whether to laugh or grimace. Finally, he closed his eyes, picked up the sock with his teeth and clenched his cheeks.

"Now where does it go?" She teased, nodding to the hamper that sat only a few inches from where the sock had landed.

Eagerly, he dropped the sweaty sock into the hamper with the other dirty laundry and let out a deep breath. His shoulders relaxed as if his punishment must certainly have come to an end. When he raised his eyes to her for praise all he was met with was her finger pointing to a dirty pair of boxers beside the bed.

Trying not to frown, he wriggled to put the boxers away as he had the sock, stopping every so often to reach around and push the brush back into place.

By the time he made it back to the hamper, it was clear he was struggling to keep his composure. His eyes narrowed onto every small piece of clutter in the room before looking up at her with a pout.

"Doesn't seem like a tiny mess when you're forced to see it this way hmm? Shall we continue or can you remember how to put your things in their proper place?" She was grinning now as she met his desperate eyes.

"No. I'll remember. I swear. Miss," he blurted, a deep blush on his cheeks that matched his ass almost exactly. "Please," he added, reaching to push the handle back in again, this time with a grimace.

"I don't know. Does it really matter where you put your socks?" She teased, crossing her arms, and casually walking around behind him.

"I can't keep this thing in another minute. It matters, okay. I get it. My ass and I both get it," he half-joked, turning to look up into her eyes.

Anna bent to gently remove the brush, placing it on a nearby shelf for future reference with a satisfied grin. He relaxed instantly, shaking his head and fighting a smile. She motioned a hand around the room before turning to lean against the door frame. "You have two minutes to finish your clean up, and yes you may stand this time."

He shot to his feet, gathered the rest of the small mess and made his bed as quickly as he could. When finally he was finished, he stood in front of her, waiting patiently for further instructions with his hands behind his back. His entire body seemed to be at attention.

She turned him around, examining the damage closely. Nothing a long bath and some salve wouldn't fix. "You've done very well, Arin. Come, I think you'll quite enjoy this next part."