Mr. Roommate: Single Dad & Virgin Romance

“My father really said that?” My eyes opened wide.

“I think he was joking.” Brent shook his head back and forth.

“Knowing my father…” A sigh crossed my lips. “He probably wasn’t.”

“Well, it isn’t my place to punish you for this. I just want you gone.” He looked up at me. “I think we need to call your father and have him come help you pack your things.”

“Brent, please…” I clasped my hands in front of me. “I love it here. I don’t want to go. I know I did something stupid, but I swear—if you’ll just give me another chance, I’ll never disrespect our home again. I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“At the end of the day, the house can be cleaned up.” He shook his head back and forth again. “It is the trust that can’t be repaired—that’s why I can’t have you here anymore.”

“There has to be a way I can earn it back.” I felt tears rising up in my eyes. “I—I really like you. I love it here.”

“I like you too, Hannah—probably more than I should. That is what makes this so damn frustrating.” He lifted his hand and rubbed his temple with his fingers.

“I’ll do anything to get your trust back. I’ll clean this house, I’ll make dinner every night, I’ll even go over your knee if it that is what it takes.” I felt desperation and the fear of losing everything swirling together inside of me.

“If I consider this—if.” His words paused there for a moment and he seemed to be letting them sink in before he continued. “There can’t be anymore of this foolishness. You have to go to class when you’re supposed to, you can’t act like a stupid teenager anymore—you have to grow the hell up.”

“I will.” I took a step closer and nodded. “I promise you I will. This was a wake-up call that I needed, but a second chance is not something I will take lightly.”

“There’s one more thing…” His eyes met mine. “If you want to stay here, you are going to have to be punished for what you did. I’m going to give you a spanking.”

My heart sank down into my stomach when his words crossed his lips. “Are you serious?”

“You said you would go over my knee if that was what it took, and you behaved like a stupid teenager, so I’m going to treat you like one. I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you.” He kept his eyes locked on mine. “You certainly don’t have to agree to it. If you would prefer to leave, you can.”

“No…” I swallowed a lump that was forming in my throat. “If that’s what it takes to earn your trust back, then I’ll agree to it.”

My emotions were surging through my body. I had a glimmer of hope in front of me but the price for being able to fully grasp it was going to be a spanking. The threat of being punished was never an idle one in my father’s house. He was not the type to spare the rod and spoil the child. I was going to have to face that consequence one more time in order to put the foolishness of my stupid behavior behind me. If that was what it took, I was ready to accept my fate.

Brent reached out for my hand and pulled me close. I drew a breath into my lungs and held it there as I felt his hand on mine. I had fantasized about being that close to him, but it was never under the circumstance in front of me. He pulled me across his knee until I was over his lap with my ass facing the ceiling. I felt vulnerable, yet the closeness was toying with my desires. I started to realize just how much I wanted him—and that want extended far beyond a spanking.

“Due to the severity of your actions, I think we can both agree that your shorts and panties should come down for this spanking.” He slid his hand across my ass and started to pull them past the curve of my hips.

“Oh god…” I tensed up when I felt them pulled down to my thighs and then his hand was on my ass again.

“This is going to be a real spanking and it’s going to hurt.” His words were calm, but they were firm as my panties were pulled down and my ass was completely exposed.

“I understand…” I bit down on my lip and waited—I didn’t have to wait for long. His hand came down on my unprotected ass and I heard a slap echo in the room before I felt the sting. “Ow!”

He landed several hard smacks in the center of my bottom and then started moving from one side to the other. His hand was large and thick, leaving a stinging reminder that spread from the spot where his palm landed to the outline of his fingers. I quickly started to squirm and twist my hips, but he kept a hand firmly on my waist and continued to spank me. I knew the spanking would hurt, but I wasn’t prepared for the constant flurry of unpredictability. His hand seemed to be everywhere, all at once. When I thought I was going to get a respite and feel his hand on the other side of my bottom, I would get two in the exact same spot. If the agony from that wasn’t bad enough, he would occasionally deliver several directly in the center, spreading across both sides of my punished bottom.

“Ow! Please! It hurts!” I squealed as he entered a rhythm, making my bottom bounce each time his hand came down.

“I told you it would.” His words still remained calm, a stark contrast to the ferocity of the spanking he was delivering.

I tried to be brave as long as I could. I knew the spanking was well deserved, and I had come to terms with that, but my body just couldn’t contain my fight or flight reflexes. I threw a hand back to try and stop the flurry. Instead of relief, he simply reached for my wrist and pulled it away. My wrist was pinned to the small of my back and all thoughts of self-preservation were stripped away. I struggled against his grasp, but he held me firmly in place without deviating from the rhythm of the stinging smacks. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight or how bad I wanted it to stop. I was across his knee and at his mercy as long as he wanted to spank me. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as the stinging sensation on my bottom started to heat up and burn like a wildfire out of control.

“I’m sorry I disrespected your home!” The tears welling up in my eyes started to roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry I screwed up the trust you had in me!”

“Apologies are not good enough.” He brought his hand down again. “Trust is sacred.”

I started to understand Brent more while I was over his knee than I had the entire time I lived with him. He had already lived through the ultimate betrayal. Trusting anyone again after that had to be hard. The fact he managed to find that with me was a gift and I had stomped on it with my stupidity.

I started to squall as his hand kept coming down hard, picking the pace as my tears intensified. My feet kicked with little regard for my dignity. I knew he could see everything below my waist as I flailed out of control with my shorts and panties slipping down my thighs, but all I could concentrate on was the raging inferno he lit on my bottom. My sobs picked up, rolling out of my throat as the tears streamed down my face. I knew what I did was wrong and I knew I deserved to be punished for it. That realization wasn’t enough for me to come to terms with it. I was in so much agony, I just wanted it to stop.

He held me there and continued to punish me, keeping me on the edge of my comeuppance for what felt like an eternity before his hand finally started to slow down. He delivered several slow, hard smacks as he brought my spanking to a conclusion.