A serious wake up call

She slept poorly, haunted by dreams that were a lurid mess of erotic scenes all tangled together. One moment she'd be naked in front of a group of men all drinking and laughing, the next she'd be dressed in the most expensive clothes and jewelry sucking a dick in the front seat of a moving sports car. She was a prisoner, chained by the ankle to a bed in a swanky hotel room as men entered to take turns with her. Each time, she lay back willingly and let him fuck her. He'd finish immediately and then slap her and leave without saying a word. Then she was a stripper on a private stage, dancing for an unimpressed Brian who sat stone-faced, watching impatiently. She swayed to the beat and shook her tits and ass for him but nothing she did seemed to improve his expression. She tried harder, taking off every scrap of clothing, crawling for him on her hands and knees, even grinding her body against his in a lap-dance until a bell went off, signaling the end. She felt despair that she'd failed to please him.

The scene vanished but the bell remained, piercing her tired brain. Her phone was ringing. What time was it? There was barely any light coming through her curtains.

Clumsily, eyes more closed than open, she rolled over and reached for it, answering the phone without even seeing who was calling.

"Hello?" She tried to sound alert but knew she didn't.

"Good morning, sunshine." A familiar male voice, all too chipper for the ungodly hour that it was, sent a jolt through Ali's system, waking her in an instant. It was Brian. She hadn't spoken to him since before Jessica had dumped him a whole year ago.

"...Brian? Why the fuck are you calling me? Do you know what time it is?" Ali sat up, rubbing at her eyes to peer at the clock.

"You tell me, sweetheart. See, I got a most fascinating message this morning. Something about you offering to be my bitch for the next two years. It's pretty comprehensive. Did you come up with this all yourself? I always figured you'd be a wild one if I ever got you in the sack but I never imagined..."

She was fully awake now, heart pounding. The site had actually sent him something? "What? No! Fuck!" Taking a breath, she focused, her voice stern. "Look, you. This was just some kind of practical joke. I assure you it's nothing. So do us both a favor and get rid of... whatever you have there, and just forget this happened."

He continued, the grin on his face audible with every word. "Oh don't start being shy, now. There's no putting this cat back in the bag. Wow. I suspected you had a thing for me but this is just too much. Of course it goes without saying that I accept the terms. Officially, starting today."

She let out a choked sound of disbelief. "Wha—. No, look. You don't understand."

"Now, now, darling. Daddy's talking. It seems that I have some choices to make for you. First, pack your things; you're moving in. Not all your things, of course; I already have furniture and all that. Just your clothes and shampoos and all that girly stuff. Wait, scratch that: just your attractive clothes. Nothing boring or ugly, and that goes double for your underwear: keep it sexy or leave it behind. While you're living under my roof, you're going to make an effort to look good."

"Brian," Ali said firmly, trying to decide if she was more angry or humiliated. "I told you. Don't go getting any big ideas, okay? I don't care what the web site says, I'm not going to just pack up and move in with you. Do you even hear yourself? So just forget it!"

She hung up on him and dropped the phone onto her bed, feeling victorious. That had definitely been more humiliating than angering, she decided. For Brian to see the stuff from that site? And then for that idiot to take it seriously? What the fuck! Between that and the dreams, she felt she needed a shower.

Ali's phone chimed in her hand, a strange and unfamiliar sound. Picking it up to look at it, she saw an strange notification with a dark background.

"Rule broken: 'At his option, you will relocate to live with him.'
Rule break consequence: You must punish yourself, then inform him of your offense and the punishment you've administered. At his option, he may also punish you as he sees fit."

Ali scoffed despite the creepy way this whole thing seemed to know everything going on. "Yeah, that's not happening, phone."

The notification changed. "You are not authorized to end the arrangement early. You will now be motivated."

An unseen **** gripped Ali's entire body, rolling her onto her back and pinned her down hard to the bed. She opened her mouth in surprise, but no sound came out. Then the pain started. At first it felt like a serious of small electric shocks, like the hundreds of tiny static shocks she'd felt pulling off a fuzzy sweater in dry air, but they quickly grew in intensity. Each one a sharp pinprick, then stabbing pain. Every inch of her was pain. Uselessly, she strained and thrashed but her body wouldn't move an inch, and no amount of screaming made a sound as tears began leaking from her eyes.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. All pain gone. She sat up, panting. A sheen of sweat clung to her entire body. Whatever the hell that was couldn't have been longer than thirty seconds but it left an impression. It was as clear as if it had been carved directly into her mind: The site had started something real. It wasn't just a game. She had opted into something and now, it seemed, she could not opt out. Suddenly she wished she'd taken all those warnings and "Do you consent" boxes more seriously.

Her phone chimed again.

"Rule break consequence: You must punish yourself, then inform him of your offense and the punishment you've administered. At his option, he may also punish you as he sees fit."

Ali shuddered. Message received. She did not want to go through that experience again. But... what now? She was to punish herself for not wanting to move in with that asshole. She didn't have a clue about such things. Punishment? Like a kinky sex thing? The only thing she could think of was spanking, so, feeling incredibly silly about it, she fetched a hairbrush from the top of her dresser and bent down over the edge of her bed.

It was... awkward, trying to paddle herself. She couldn't quite bring herself to hit hard enough for it to really hurt, so it just felt silly. She had fantasized about a good spanking now and then in the past, but never actually tried to do it herself.

After a few minutes she gave up with a sigh. The notification on her phone was still clearly visible and she knew what she had to do next and she did not like it.

She picked up her phone and called Brian back. He answered immediately with a still-amused tone to his voice.

"I'm glad you called back, babe. I was starting to think you didn't like me."

Ali took a deep breath and **** the words out, feeling her cheeks grow hot as she spoke. "Brian. I was rude to you and rejected your decision for me to move in with you. That was wrong. I have spanked myself with my hairbrush as punishment and I am now ready to cooperate."