"Greg, I'd be lying if I said this was going to hurt you as much as it's going to hurt me. It's not going to hurt me at all. In fact, I'm going to have fun while you squirm." Sharon jerked on his collar and slipped the leash through one of the metal loops. "Get up, you've got a long night ahead of you."
She yanked on the leash and pulled him along, back to the main room. Kicking the box and packaging out of her way she sat down on the couch and hauled him down over her lap. His hands were grabbed one at a time and locked onto the sides of his collar with handcuffs. It was very uncomfortable to have his arms twisted up mostly behind his back. He wasn't putting up with this!
Without saying anything Sharon began spanking him. Greg was so surprised he didn't even feel the sting of her hand right away. He started to get up but she jerked on the leash again, pulling him back down. When he still struggled to stand the leash was removed, she dug an elbow into the small of his back and then began whipping his ass with the leather leash. That really stung. Greg, struggled harder but she thwarted him by jabbing in her elbow harder. Other than becoming violent himself there was little he could do but let himself be spanked. It was humiliating.
The spanking didn't become painful, just stinging repeatedly. It felt like wasps were stinging his butt cheeks over and over again. Just as he was wondering how much more he could tolerate she stopped, hooked the leash back into his collar and shoved him off her lap and onto the floor. He looked up at her, his ass and his pride abused, and started getting mad.
"You have no right to do anything like that to me." He demanded.
"I have every right Greg. You're my male bride. You signed the contract, you handed over your identity and your life to the agency and myself." Sharon, pushed him over and stood up. "As far as the world is concerned you don't even exist any more. You belong to me, completely and until death."
Sharon left him on the floor. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of cold water. When she came back she had one for him, in a babyish plastic cup. "You didn't really read all those papers, did you?" She tossed the thick stack of papers at him and freed his hands so he could pick them up. "You should read them now. You really should have read them before. Though, I seriously doubt you would be here if you had." She laughed softly, without much sympathy and left him. She went to bed in her own room. He heard the door close, softly.
Greg spent the next several hours reading the contracts and paperwork. Finding out just how little control he now had over his own life and just how little he could do about it. At some point he tried to leave the apartment. But, it was locked from inside. No one would be coming in or getting out without some help from a security expert or the owner of the apartment and the security.
His ass was too sore to sit down so he went back to the bathroom and had a shower. He felt better then. He tried her bedroom door as he went by but it was locked. He was shut in the apartment and shut out of her room. Alone. Feeling pretty depressed and fatalistic he went into the smaller bedroom and feel asleep on top of the bed.
She was there when his eyes opened. She was the one who actually peeled his eyes open and prodded his numb ass. "It's Friday, I took off today and the weekend. Get up. Your first job of each day is to be up early and make the coffee. After that you can start what ever cleaning needs to be done. I make my own breakfast and will let you know when you can be fed. This morning I'll make my own coffee but it will be the last time."
He moaned but she didn't show any pity. When he turned over his ass felt on fire. So he half rolled off the bed, realizing he was alone again and went into the bathroom. She'd left out soap and a towel for him. Both had his name written on them in laundry marker. There were a few cupboards but each were locked. If he wanted anything to put on his ass he'd have to actually ask her for it. That was just a bit too much, he'd rather live with the pain.
Sharon had already made breakfast and was finishing her first cup of coffee when he finally wandered into the kitchen. So far she wasn't too impressed with Greg. He seemed more like a sulky kid than anyone you'd want to spend real time with. He was definitely ruining her long weekend. Little jerk. Well, she had already phoned the agency to come over and bring a replacement. Bianca, the agency founder had taken the call herself. She'd apologized for the unsatisfactory bride. There wasn't much to do until Bianca came over.
"You may as well have breakfast Greg. There's a kiddie bowl on the sideboard. Don't make a mess." Sharon was too annoyed to sit with him so she gathered up her coffee and went into the next room.
"What's for breakfast?" Called Greg. She ignored him. Was he really that dense?
"There's nothing here but Sugar Flakes." He whined. Yes, he really was that dense. Thankfully she wasn't going to be stuck with him.
Sharon spent the morning reading the paper and waiting for Bianca. Greg spent the morning lolling around her apartment, not cleaning up the wrappings from yesterday or his own breakfast mess from this morning. Sharon could feel her annoyance building into anger. Bianca had promised to be there just after noon. It couldn't be too soon.
