I settle onto the couch beside this lazy excuse of a man, cane in hand, ready. He looks at me, baffled, wondering why a stunning stranger has entered his space and made herself comfortable. I clear things up quickly, I bring up his roommate, the one who’s been handling all the bills. She’s fed up, she said, with his laziness, his mess, his meaningless existence. She’s asked me to step in, to make sure this behavior stops once and for all. I make him stand and strip, taking a slow look at his useless cock, taunting him, and letting him know I’m about to beat some obedience into him. From now...

I settle onto the couch beside this lazy excuse of a man, cane in hand, ready. He looks at me, baffled, wondering why a stunning stranger has entered his space and made herself comfortable. I clear things up quickly, I bring up his roommate, the one who’s been handling all the bills. She’s fed up, she said, with his laziness, his mess, his meaningless existence. She’s asked me to step in, to make sure this behavior stops once and for all. I make him stand and strip, taking a slow look at his useless cock, taunting him, and letting him know I’m about to beat some obedience into him. From now on, he’s going to be a model roommate. I command him to bend over and bring the cane down, striking his ass and thighs, each hit driving home the regret for his poor choices. He’ll learn to crave being better, to want to change, because I’m not counting strokes. I’ll stop when I decide he’s learned his lesson. By the end, he’ll be a well-trained, grateful boy.