You should do what you are told

Returning to my tiny apartment, I sigh. I head to my closet and grab my duffle bag I know I keep in there. I just need to pack a few things to take with me. Before I can even get started though there is a knock on the door. I head over to the front door and peer through the peephole. To my surprise there are two men standing there in coveralls.

“Hi there, um can I help you?” I say opening the door just a crack and keeping the safety chain on.

“Yes, are you Miss Victoria Stratos?” The man closest to the door asks.

“Yes, that's me. How can I help?”

“We have been sent by Mr Aves to help you move your belongings into storage. Is now a good time?”

“Um, I haven’t yet packed anything into boxes. Do you need me to have done that?” I ask. Internally I am screaming at the audacity of the man.

“No, we have boxes down in the truck. We’ve been paid to help with that too.”

“Oh okay” I open the door and let the men in.

Shit! I should really pack my own room. I am really not comfortable with strangers packing my unmentionables.

“If you don’t mind handing me some boxes, I can pack my bedroom.” I say to the man from the door. He turns and rubs his hand through his scraggly beard.

“We were told to pack everything for you” 

“To be perfectly honest, I am uncomfortable with strange men going through my things. Look I promise not to tell Mr Aves that you let me pack my own things.” I am almost at the point of pleading, which I hate.

“Well if you are sure?”

“Yes please I promise you can pack everything else.”

“Okay then.”

He says this but it feels as if he is only agreeing in order to make the rest of this go smoothly.

Before I know it a slew of men in overalls converge on my apartment and a stack of collapsed boxes is thrust into my arms.

“You better get started.” One of the men gruffs at me. “Mr Aves does not like to be kept waiting.”

Nodding to myself, I carry the boxes to my room and begin to pack. While doing so I keep telling myself It is not forever. It’s just for now. As I go through drawer by drawer I cannot help but feel a little happy. At least I will be out of this crappy apartment. Hopefully the one he puts me up in has unlimited hot water.

*****

Time goes by in a blur as I pack my room, making sure that the framed photo I keep of my mother goes into the duffel bag that is coming with me. Grabbing my pillow, which I cannot sleep without, I grab my duffel and place them by the front door. Looking at the time, I take a deep breath. I have five minutes before I have to leave this place. Five minutes until my life changes for at least the next three months. What have I gotten myself into?

I stand in my empty apartment and wait for the time to pass by.

A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. I open it fully expecting to see yet another staff member but am shocked to see Austin himself standing there.

“I heard that you insisted on packing your bedroom yourself?” He questions, one eyebrow raised.

“Is that a problem?” I ask back, hoping to sound confident.

“Since you got it done in time no, but next time, let the workers do what they have been told.”

“Or what?” I say, deciding to push him a little.

“Or this.” He grabs me, spins me around and places my hands on the wall, bending me slightly at the waist. “Keep them there”

Before I can even blink he lifts the skirt of my dress, revealing my white panties.

“Mmmm” is all I hear from him before… Slap! His hand smacks against my ass, the sting bringing tears to my eyes as I yelp at the shock of it. There is no time to even compose myself before the next one happens.

“What? Why?” I ask, and to my disgust my voice is not only shaky but a little breathless.

“You pushed me. I will not take that and so you were punished.” he says as his hand hasn’t left my ass. Instead it has begun stroking it, easing the stinging left from the spanking I had just received. 

His hand moves slower and slower and finally stops. His mouth moves so close to my ear that I can feel his breath against my cheek.

“Did you enjoy that? If I move my hand slightly do you think I will feel just how much you did?” He teases before abruptly moving away. “We need to leave. I have an appointment in just over an hour and need to drop you off.

The loss of his body heat hits harder than the spanks he gave me as I nod and follow him out the door.