("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Who's the Boss by Catherine (no address provided) *** I took control or did I? (FF-teens, reluc, spank, oral) *** 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 -------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82