A Lesson in Cleaning

Literotic asexstories – A Lesson in Cleaning by SwishSwitch,SwishSwitch
Keys jangling against the lock sounded outside the apartment door and Eli stood up slowly, ruler in hand. The door creaked open, and he rolled his blue eyes as he watched the familiar form of his partner Jacob, with messy auburn hair and a dirty T-shirt and torn jeans, entering slowly. He could smell him before he had even entered. The odor of grease, oil and smoke filling his nostrils.

“The door always creaks Jacob.” He watched the figure stiffen before fully entering. “Why a supposed mechanic hasn’t managed to fix the problem even after being repeatedly asked to do so, I cannot understand.”

Closing the door behind him, Jacob moved fully into the apartment and stepped forward.

“Stop!” Eli marched towards him, pointing with the ruler down at Jacob’s dirty boots. “Where are your boots supposed to go?”

“In the bins by the door.”

“And where have you been putting them?” The disgust in Eli’s voice was clear.

” In the bedroom,” replied Jacob quietly.

“Your hands present them.”

Lifting his grease covered hands, Jacob swallowed slowly and flinched as he felt the ruler crack down on the back of his hands with a stinging efficiency.

“Put your boots where they belong.”

Nodding silently, Jacob began to unlace his boots. His breathing had quickened. Eli only brought out the ruler when he was frustrated and meant to teach him a lesson. Over many years, he had learned that they were never lessons he forgot. As he removed his boots, he glanced quickly over at the tall figure before him in a crisp T-shirt tucked into pressed pants and a tight leather belt. He noticed the blonde curls maintained neatly on either side of Eli’s face, framing his eyes, but most of all he noticed the stern gaze fixed on him.

“My love I,” a hand being held up interrupted him.

“You are told every day to remove your dirty clothes. Where?”

” In the bins by the door labeled laundry.”

“And where have you been putting them?”

“In the bedroom?” Jacob could not remember where he had placed them last.

” Present your hands.” In response to the command again, Jacob obeyed..

The first thwack stung his right knuckle, “In the bedroom,” the second his left, “in the bathroom,” back to his right knuckle, “the living room floor, ” a harsh sting to his left, “And yesterday hung over the back of the dinner chair.”

“I forgot, my love. I am sorry.” Jacob attempted a cajoling tone as he felt the building heat in the back of his hands.

“Remove your clothes and put them where they are supposed to go.” Eli laid down the ruler on a small nearby table by the door and watched.

Once Jacob had held his clothes in his hands, Eli pointed towards the bin labeled laundry and watched as he tossed the items in.

For a moment, there was silence between the two. Jacob stood, exposed. He looked down at his feet then rubbed his cheek, forgetting the amount of dirt still wedged between crevices of his hands. A black streak crossed his chin as he moved his fingers, as an irritated twitch flickered across Eli’s forehead.

” Filthy as always. Dirty from head to toe. Couldn’t even be bothered to wash those disgusting hands at your shop.” Eli began a slow pace around Jacob. The almost militaristic presence of his pacing as though inspecting a recruit. A slow shiver crawled across Jacob’s skin as he felt an accidental shoulder brush as Eli circled him. He could feel the reddening in his cheeks. The scolding was only the beginning he knew from experience. He could not help it, the shame of this inspection coupled with the reprimanding was making him hard.

Eli interrupted his thoughts, gripping him on the back of the neck and marching him forwards towards the kitchen sink. With a swift jerk, Eli began to run the water, shoving the bottle of soap into Jacob’s hand and growling, “Start by washing those filthy hands.”

Jacob knew by his tone to obey quickly. Lathering his hands with soap he liberally covered from fingertips to wrist. He heard Eli step away then return shortly, knowing whatever he had in store had been prepared beforehand.

Thwack! The wooden paddle caught him by surprise and he gasped as he felt the sting across his bottom, making his hands shake. A spray of water jumped up his arm and the soap suds danced between his fingers. He gripped the edge of the sink until he felt another stinging blow, “Keep washing those dirty fingers.”

Jacob began to scrub with more vigor, as each strike of the paddling became stronger and the stinging increased. As he finished the first rinse of his hands, Eli pressed up against him from behind, lifting his hands up and inspecting them in the fading sunset through the kitchen window. He felt the cold buckle of his partner’s belt with the combination of soft business slacks against his stinging skin. A moan almost escaped his lips, but he swallowed it down.

“Do it again. They still are not clean,” the harsh voice in his ear barked insistently. Jacob felt his fingers plunged back into the warm water and he quickly reached for the soap again. Covering his hands and lathering again. Eli sighed and stepped to the side and swung his arm with quick succession,one strike after the next. Jacob cried out instinctively, making an attempt to move his bottom from the blows, but Eli held him in place.

“Filthy.Filthy.Filthy. and you reek of cigarettes.” Each word was punctuated with disgust, followed by a strike. The shade of Jacob’s bottom turned from a gentle pink and shifted into an angry red as the continuation of the second washing of his hands went on. The last swing almost took his breath away, and he gasped out. Eli stopped and set the paddle down on the counter, and handed him a hand towel.

“Go and get me your cigarettes.” He pointed towards the shoulder bag at the front door.

Slowly Jacob turned towards him with a pleading look, his words spilling into a whimper. “I promise I’ll stop my love. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Eli’s gaze slid down to Jacob’s cock as he noticed the stream of pre-cum falling on his freshly cleaned wooden floor.

“Get them.”

With a reluctant pace, Jacob walked towards his bag and opened it, cursing quietly to himself that he had bought two fresh packs that afternoon. He leaned down and unzipped the pouch that held them and stood back up. He walked back with his head hung down sheepishly.

“I- I am doing my best to wean myself off of them,” he muttered weakly.

Pulling out a small trash can from beneath the kitchen sink, Eli gritted his teeth. He turned and stared down at Jacob as he removed his leather belt from his pants, eyeing the two packs in his hands.

“You’ll be weaned off of them tonight, Jacob. You’re going to break each one one by one and place it in this trash. One hit for every single cigarette is that clear?”

“My love I -” Jacob protested, but Eli held his hand up again, pushing the trash can in front of Jacob and wound the belt around his hand.

Jacob knew the precise amount of cigarettes in each pack. He knew how many he had left and inwardly cursed again as he remembered he had thirty-nine. Pulling out the first cigarette, he looked over his shoulder until Eli growled, “Begin! You will count with each one broken and promise never to smoke again.”

Jacob’s fingers trembled slightly as he broke the first cigarette in half. He realized this was the harshest he had ever received from his smoking offense.

“One.” Slap! Jacob felt the belt wrap against his bottom in one stinging instant. “I promise to never smoke again.”

“Two.” Slap! The cigarette had hardly fallen from his hand into the trash can when he felt the second strike fall against his skin. “I promise to never smoke again.”

“Three,” Slap! He gasped out at the force of Eli’s swing. ” I- will never smoke again.”

His fingers shook further as they continued in the center of the kitchen. The trembling counting, cigarette breaking and Eli’s relentless strikes. On the twentieth, Jacob felt a tear slip down his cheek and there was a brief pause as he bent over to hold his knees to steady himself

Tilting his head up, he looked back up at Eli, “M-my love, must we go on? ”

He heard the deep sigh of Eli and felt a warm hand press against his bare back.

“How many do you have left, Jacob? ”

“I-I think nineteen, my love.”

Jacob felt the hand slide up his back and grab him by his hair, yanking him forcefully toward the living room sofa. He found himself dragged across Eli’s knee and the belt continued its vicious storm against his bottom. Slap! Slap! Slap! He squirmed uselessly against the muscular arm holding him in place.

“I will never smoke again, I promise! My- my – love p-please.” Jacob’s begging filled the room as each strike bounced against his cherry bottom, echoing throughout the apartment walls back into his ears. As Jacob cried out, Eli was relentless, only stopping when he counted nineteen. Eli’s hand stilled as he dropped the belt and stood up, guiding Jacob to do the same. The man leaned limply against him as Eli wiped a few tears from his cheeks, then gripped his chin, looking into his eyes.

“Where do your boots go when you enter the house?”

With a sniffle, Jacob held his gaze weakly, “In the bin by the door.”

“Where do your clothes go when you enter the house?” Eli continued his firm interrogation.

“In the bin marked laundry.”

“What do you do as soon as you undress?”

“Wash my hands thoroughly,” another tear slipped down Jacob’s cheek.

Eli nodded, patting Jacob’s cheek, his stern gaze hardening for a moment.

“And what are you never going to do again?”

“Never going to smoke my love, I swear it,” Jacob shook his head earnestly,his flushed cheeks radiating against Eli’s pale hand.

Leaning in, Eli kissed him slowly, teasing his lips against Jacob’s quivering bottom lip. He knew he had learned his lesson and was prepared to reward him for withstanding his punishment. His lips lay against Jacob’s ear, the smell of his day still lingered in his nose. He had forgiven him and not even the stale cigarette stench could prevent his hard on as he felt Jacob’s against his pant leg.

“And where does my cock belong when you enter this house?”

Jacob whimpered, “In any hole of mine you want, my love.”

They kissed, teasing became increased in desperation as they made their way to the bathroom. Eli removed his clothes quickly as Jacob turned the water on to their preferred temperature.Eli ushered him within, switching between deep kisses and scrubbing. He worked his way down Jacob’s body as the water beat down against them. Spinning him to face the wall he found Jacobs ass ready and willing to receive his cock and he slid in slowly at first then increasing his pace between the still reddened cheeks. Jacob cried out in a desperate moan as he felt his arms lifted above his head and his hole stretched and filled. His head was a blur of the pain from the spanking and the pleasure of Eli thrusting into him wildly. Moments had gone by and still his mind was in a desperate haze. He looked back at Eli and begged almost incoherently, “P-please, can I cum my love? Please,can I cum?”

He heard the harsh growl of Eli pumping from behind. He felt the pulsing, then the stiffening as Eli released himself into his stretched hole with a groan.

“Please can I cum my love,” pleaded Jacob again as he felt the thrusting slow and Eli slipped out. He felt the heat of Eli’s body move away, stepping out of the shower.

“No you will not cum tonight, only clean. Clean yourself up.”

With a shiver, Jacob reached back and felt the cum slipping from his hole onto his hand. As the water beat down on his body, he lifted his hand to his mouth and ate greedily, licking until his fingers were clean. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered as he swallowed. There would be no cold dinner tonight, but he had the meal he wanted.