I'm getting tired of Michael.

We dated for six months, and then he moved into my apartment. Fine. He's been here six months. Fine.

He leaves dirty dishes around. Not fine.

He leaves his clothes on the floor. He leaves towels on the floor in the bathroom. Not fine. He doesn't know how to run the dishwasher. Or, apparently, how to empty it.

I've gotten tired of picking up after him. I get tired of the mess when I don't pick up after him. He's capable of doing it, I just have to wait for him to "be in the mood". Who the fuck is ever in the mood to pick up and clean? Just do it.

He takes out the garbage. He fixes things. He pays half the rent. It's a good deal for me, I guess.

Except I'm getting tired of him.

We're lying in bed together. Naked. He's going to want sex before we go to sleep.

Yep, he puts his hand on my thigh. His skin on mine. I remember when that excited me. I remember when we were first dating and he could almost give me an orgasm. No guy ever came so close. I was so thrilled.

I look at it. Now it's just a hand. "Not tonight, Michael."

He scowls at me. "Why not, babe?"

My name is Jennifer. I like my name. "I have a headache."

"You don't have a headache." He starts pawing my breast. It's just a breast. Of course I don't have a headache.

I try to push his hand away, but he won't let me. He keeps fondling my nipple, trying to excite me. It's not working. I say, annoyed, "If I say I have a headache, then I have a headache."

"Not buying it, Jen. Let me just play with your nipple." He's pestering me. "I love your nipples."

They're ordinay nipples. "No."

He looks at me. "You know what? I'm tired of this, night after night. I'm your boyfriend. I get to play with your nipples."

Is he really going to fight me on this? "Not whenever you want."

He thinks for a second. "Yes, Jen. Whenever I want."

"No."

"Yes."

This is the world's most petty argument. "No," I say firmly.

All of a sudden he rolls on top of me, his large body almost smothering me, and I think he's going to try to have sex, which isn't going to work because I'm as dry as a desert. But then he keeps rolling and lands on the floor in a crouched position.

Huh? He stands up. What's happening?

He puts his arms under me, and picks me up. Then he sits on the bed, and flops me face down over his knees. He's a lot bigger and stronger than me. I try to struggle, but he holds me down.

He wants to study my butt? He has the perfect view.

I have a good butt. Smooth skin. But this is --

"OW!" I scream. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." I'm shocked. That really hurt. I'm appalled. He SPANKED ME!!!!!!

What the fuck? I try to turn around. I'm trying to decide what to say to him. But he has me firmly in place.

"OW, OW, OW. Stop it!" Twice!

I feel my butt tingling. My body goes passive like I'm suddenly possessed by the Stockholm Syndrome.

"Ow." I make a pathetic attempt to struggle; my body isn't fighting this like it should.

He slides his finger into my vagina. "You're really wet, Jen."

This is humiliating and painful, but . . . I can feel my excitement. Oh yeah, he's right, I bet I'm gushing.

He says, "You like this, don't you? If I turned my head out of this spanking position, I would see him smirking, but I don't want him to see my face.

"Of course not."

"Not buying it Jen. I get to fondle your nipples whenever I want, right?"

"No."

SPANK! I whimper with the pain. My butt is getting sore — that hurt me even more. This excitment is wonderful, but I hate the pain. And I'm so embarrassed by my body's Stockholming.

"I get to fondle your nipples whenever I want, right?"

I hesitate. If I say no, I'll get spanked again. My butt hurts just to think about that. But if I say yes, he can fondle my nipples whenever he wants. And probably paw my breasts, he'll do that too. "No."

SPANK. I moan. "I get to fondle your nipples whenever I want, right Jen?"

"Okay."

He slides his finger into me and starts exciting me. I am so revved up already that it feels like the most excited I've ever been.

"OH!" He slides his finger over my clit. That was ELECTRIC! I moan for that. I start wriggling around.

Then he thrusts his finger inside me, then over my clit, and then inside me, back and forth. 'OH MY GOD!" I start to turn around, to grab his neck, to pull him towards me, to have him fuck me.

But he won't let me turn.

"And I get to have sex with you whenever I want, right Jen?"

"We are done with the spanking, Michael, you made your point."

SPANK. "OW" I try to turn around, I want to actually hit him, but his strong arms still pin me in place.

"Sex, Jen."

I'm looking at the floor. If I say yes, he could make me have sex whenever he wanted. Which would be almost every single night. I really don't --

SPANK. "OW! Stop it. Just stop it."

SPANK. "Fuck! That really hurts. Okay, Michael. You can have sex with me any time you want." I give up.

"Good girl." He softly caresses my ass, a gesture that would normally be soothing, but my skin is red and sore and the slide of his strong hand over my skin hurts. Maybe he's not ashamed of what he did to me.

And then his fingers return. Over my clit. mm. Down my vagina. mmm. Out of my vagina and back to my clit. Oh oh oh!

And I start writhing, and it keeps feeling better and better and better, and I realize with amazement that he is for the first time going to give me an orgasm . . . then he stops.

"Why are you --"

SPANK. I whimper.

"You like being spanked, don't you babe?"

I should say no, but I don't want to get spanked again. "Yes, Michael," I admit softly.

He violently thrusts two fingers into me, and it hurts but feels good, and he's rubbing my clit. I stop thinking, and I just writhe, helpless as he excites me. Then my body clenches and I try not to scream, and then the best orgasm ever hits me like a tsunami. "Oh My God, Yes, Yes, Yes, Pleas, God. Yes." I'm screaming, then ending in a whimper. "Oh my God."

When I calm down, and I can breath normally again, Michael says, "You like being in this position."

Over his knee. Where he can spank me whenever he wants? I admit, "It's okay."

"You looked really excited just then, Jen. I don't remember seeing you that excited. Do you fake orgasms?" I shake my head, then admit it. "Yes." SPANK

A tear comes to my eye. "I'm sorry." "Are you ever again going to fake an orgasm for me?"

I quickly say, "No, Michael. I won't."

* * *

I got off work am hour early, stopped at the supermarket, and now I'm slicing carrots for the dinner I'm going to make. I'm not the greatest cook, but I can follow a recipe. I looked it up at work.

I hear Michael at the door, and I'm already smiling. I run to stand closer to the door, and greet Mr. Orgasm with a grin. I brush back my hair. "Hi Michael."

"Hey, gorgeous. How was your day?"

Did he just swagger in? "Good."

"Did you think of me when you sat down?" He smirks, walks up to me, takes me in his arms, and gives me a really big kiss.

I look up at him and smile."Every single time." He smiles big. I add, "But not in a good way." I smile so he knows I'm joking and can't admit the truth here. I also thought of him whenever someone said what a good mood I was in.

He releases me, walks over to the kitchen table, and sits down. I go back to my cooking.

"Are you cooking dinner?" He asks me like he's surprised. Maybe because I almost never fix a dinner on a weekday.

I shrug. "Yes." Obviously. Now my mind is Stockholming too.

"For me?"

I shrug again. Of course for him. I apparently can't admit that either.

"I asked for a raise today. They weren't too happy, but I got it."

"That's great! Congratulations!"

"So I'm going to pay more of the rent."

But it's my apartment. The money would be nice, but, "You don't have to."

He says, a little coldly, "Don't tell me what to do."

I gulp. "Okay." I look at him. "Is that a new belt?" My voice is quavering.

"Yeah. I bought it on my lunch break." He looks me in the eye. "Do you like it?"

My insides turn to jelly. I'm afraid, and I can feel my excitement too. Two powerful emotions pushing me around and making me feel helpless. My eyes break away from his. I say, hesitantly, "I don't know yet."

He smirks. We both know.