bookofbaitnate:You bring the dough, I’ll bring the nuts“Honey! Why are you eating those! Those a
bookofbaitnate: You bring the dough, I’ll bring the nuts “Honey! Why are you eating those! Those are for my mah-jong group tonight!”Chris didn’t look the least built guilty. “Sorry, babe. You know how I need carbs after my work out. Couldn’t resist.”I put my hands on my hips. “That’s inexcusable! I bought those with my own money. They were for my game night, not you.”Chris sets the box down but still eating the second one he started on. “Sorry.”“No! Sorry is not good enough. You were very respectful when you hired me as your houseboy but you have become very rude and disrespectful lately, ever since you starting going to the gym. I need to fix this behavior just like my mother fixed me.”“Wot?” Chris asks, mouth full.I stomp to the counter and pick up the spatula. “Bend over the counter, I’m going to spank you.”He chokes on a laugh as he swallows. “You? Spank me? You can try.”I harumph, then push him backwards so he loses his balance and bumps up against the counter. I then grab Chris’s arm and turn him over, and hold him in place with my hand on the back of his neck. Before Chris can get his bearings on what just happened, I jerk down his underwear and begin to whack his butt with the spatula. “Ow! Ow! Stop! Bad houseboy! Jesus how did you get so strong! Ow!”I smirk and continue spanking him. “You underestimated your tiny Asian houseboy. Kneading dough and doing laundry gives me good arm muscles!” “Ow! Stop Liu Xuan!” “Nope!” I alternate cheek to cheek. “Fuck! Ok ok point made! I’m sorry I ate your donuts!” “Oo that’s good Chris. You gonna bother us during mahjong tonight?” “N-no!” “That’s what I like to hear!” I give Chris one more swat then stop, still holding him down. “You just remember how much I do around here, and who would do all off it if I left for some rich guy with a huge dick huh? I bet he’d like my bao more hm?” I give him five more and let Chris go. He stumbles away, tears on his cheeks, simmering and furious. “You would never make bao for someone else,” Chris states, accusingly. “I make it for people I love and it people who appreciate me.” Chris hiccups. His shoulders sag when he hears the hurt in my voice. “… I’m sorry Liu.” I smile. We hug. I soothe him. I even let him have the rest of that donut he was eating. That night, Chris was angel and he behaved during mah-jong when my friend were over. However after they left, we had some of the most breathless and aggressive sex I have ever had. My physics teacher in high school was right - every action has an equal and opposite reaction. -- source link