Alex POV

“Alex, I am heading out this morning, and your nanny will be with you by the evening.” Mom told me standing in the doorway, with her packed luggage already at the entrance.

She was off to a holiday – I am not sure with who – may be alone, maybe with someone else. I did not care where she went after our ordeal last year; I was happy not to see her. What bothered me was the nanny she hired.

“A nanny? Mom, I am 20 years old! I don’t need a nanny!” I protested. I was a responsible adult already. I had a part-time job in a fast-food joint, and I was going to college soon – if I had access to my allowance.

“Oh, don’t give me this ‘I am an adult’ nonsense.” She rebuked. “We both know how quickly you turn delinquent when you are alone. Please, remember: the nanny’s review is conditional for your college allowance.”

“What? You can’t do this with me!” I shouted; I couldn’t believe my mom was icing my college year if the nanny didn’t like me.

“Of course, I can. You live in my place, and you spend my money. You have no power here. The nanny understands this too, so you better behave and do everything she asks you to.” Mom shut me down, then turned around and retreated to her room to finish packing.

I gasped. I got nothing but scorn and discipline from my mom over the past year. She humiliated me in front of my friends – including my ex, Anita – and relatives. I had so little left, and I could hardly wait to leave this town.

It took me some time to find something good regarding my situation. As I walked to work, I fantasized about a hot college-age nanny who was interested in more than just cleaning. I smiled and entered the fast-food joint.

After work, I headed home whistling, already forgotten about the argument with mom and the whole nanny thing. Secretly, I expected this to be some ruse.

As it turned out, it was no ruse. Mom indeed went on a holiday. The nanny was there, standing in front of me. It was Anita, my ex.

Nanny POV

I dated Alex for a short period. It did not work out; he was too immature and aggressive for my taste. When I heard of Alex’s punishment last year, I got in touch with his mom and asked to be involved. Now, I was standing there in the hallway, itching for a bit of revenge. It was my time to be aggressive.

“Here is how this will go, Alex.” I started but paused quickly. I took my precious time to scare the crap out of Alex. He needed to recognize that I was in control here. “I am your boss, and you will do whatever I ask you to. Your mom told you everything about your allowance, right? If so, you understand I don’t want to hear a squeak from you.”

Alex gulped and nodded. He placed his workbag on the side and walked inside his room. I followed him and asked, no, ordered him to climb on the bed.

“Here is something for the old times’ sake. Do you remember our last fight?” I asked as I grabbed him and smacked him on his behind.

“What the fuck, Anita?” He screamed at me, but I quickly came over to him. Seconds later, his pants and underwear were on the floor, and my slaps turned his butt red like a rose.

“Ouch, please stop!” He pleaded, but I did not stop. The power of having the upper hand overwhelmed me; I prolonged the spanking as long as possible.

Following a powerful hit, Alex farted, and I felt the wind hitting my arm. His fart felt intentional and disgusted me. It only took me a second to find a counter to his disgusting behavior. I jumped on the bed and sat next to Alex’s head. It took him a second to realize what I was doing.

“What the hell?” Alex cried as I farted on his face as a punishment.

“You deserve this, you little brat! Now, stand up and listen!” I demanded him. He coughed several times and pushed himself into a sitting position. My flurry of strikes left red marks on his behind. I bet he found it hard to sit there. I have also noticed his erection.

“Ah, these are the things that turn you on nowadays, eh?” I teased him. “Talking of excitement, look what I found.”

I rummaged around his room before he arrived and found a porn magazine. It was old and sticky, just like you expect from a pathetic man like him. I wondered if his mom saw the porno magazines.

“Why don’t we look at this together, hm?” I slid back on the bed and opened the magazine in a random place. “I cannot believe you have one of these! I thought these didn’t exist anymore! I guess you never heard of the internet is? Is this what you are thinking about, dirty boy?”

Alex shied away, acting like it wasn’t his magazine. He got up to find his pants. I found some pleasure looking at the deep red blotches my palms left on his ass. Then I realized he wasn’t listening to me.

“Obey me, remember?” I reminded him. He stood there for a second – his erection mindlessly pointing in my direction – then sat down again. He knew the price he would pay if he didn’t follow my rule.

“What do you want?” He sighed.

“I want you to masturbate.” I smiled and placed the open porn mag in front of him.

“What? How? Why?” He looked shocked and puzzled.

“You heard me. Masturbate. Go ahead.”

Alex shrugged and leaned back. He slowly stroked his penis while looking at the naked woman on the magazine. Alex was uncomfortable in my presence. I knew he wasn’t enjoying it.

“This was enough.” I stood up and grabbed the magazine. “This is going to the trash.” I walked out on the gasping and confused Alex, still holding his penis. I didn’t allow him to finish. He won’t be satisfied this easily.