Ulla's new world

"That's actually okay, you guys. I was planning on getting back to my painting anyway! You see, I like to listen my tunes on headphones when I do. So you can be as loud as you want!" Henrika spouted cheerfully.

I had to grin. "That's actually perfect."

Henrika gave a final kiss to Ulla, a quick one on the lips. Not that Ulla seemed to even notice, her face had gone pale and non-responsive a while ago. Then Henrika just scurried out of our way, totally oblivious to what was actually going on. "Have luck with your project!", she shouted before disappearing to another room.

Now it was just me and Ulla.

About time.

"Shall we?", I asked politely. I would've pointed her towards the bedroom, but I had no idea where it was.

She swallowed, and started speaking quietly, desperately holding in her rage. "D-Do you understand what you are doing? You are being a fucking monster. You-"

I had about enough. I grabbed one of her hefty, meaty boobs. She gasped.

"Yes. I am a 'fucking' monster. Deal with it." I pinched her nipple, and twisted it hard. That made her take a short intake of breath, while somehow managing to suppress a scream.

"Let's go. Or maybe you prefer to fulfill your obligations right here?"

She shook her head, without saying a word. She was properly frightened now. I let go off her nipple, and she backed away quickly, trying to get some distance between us. Her back soon met the wall.

"Then. Swing your sweet ass to the bedroom," I said while my eyes wandered lecherously around her waist.

I didn't know which she wanted more, to slap me or run away, but her eyes kept drifting towards the room that Henrika just went in. I guess she was hoping to heavens she wouldn't come out right now.

Whatever evil thoughts she was cooking up, she pushed them aside and relented. She started taking plaintive steps towards the bedroom. (ULLA: +3SP) (-12SP) She was clearly too aware of her ass now, and had no doubt that my eyes were glued to it. She tried to walk without shaking it even one bit. It was a bit funny in its own way. But I really wanted to see it jiggle. I just had to give it a small spank again.

SPANK!

"YA-" Ulla screeched, but smartly covered her own mouth quickly. Luckily, Henrika didn't seem to hear it.

She turned around with a vengeance. The heat lazers in her eyes were back again, trying to smoke me down to that very spot.

"Hey, not my fault. Don't flaunt that sexy thing in front of my face."

Okay, now I had to admire her willpower. She didn't try to kick me or call me a sexist pig, no, she managed to somehow suppress all of that. Just pouting her sexy face super hard, trying to will me to ****. I wonder how close she came to an actual explosion? No matter, it was still fun watching her try to defuse those feelings on her face.

Her ass was probably still sore from the morning. I'm pretty sure I connected with the same cheek.

I was about to order her to keep moving, but she composed herself and started walking again. This time both of her hands on her ass, protecting it. Which was even funnier-looking.

When she reached the bedroom door, I remembered something.

"Wait," I said and ran quickly to the hallway. Yes, my backpack. Seems like things were progressing the right way, I was definitely going to use this now. I picked it up quickly and ran back.

She was standing in the bedroom, looking all frustrated and annoyed. I closed the door behind me.

Oh boy.

Ulla and me.

In her bedroom.

It's really going to happen now, isn't it?

The closing of the door seemed to be a signal to Ulla, that she could finally talk a bit more freely. She was still keeping her voice down, though.

"What the fuck is that pack?"

"No spoilers. You'll find out in a moment." I put the backpack on the floor. She eyed it suspiciously.

So... Now we were here. Another one of my lifetime dreams was about to be fulfilled. I had thought about this so many times, in so many possible situations... What was the best way to get the most of this? To get the most out of her?

While I was lost in my thoughts, Ulla took the first move. "So, what if I just kill you? Nobody would probably miss you. Just one less privileged male in this world. I don't think I'd have any moral quandaries about that."

"Oh please. Tougher women than you have tried," I said as I took a relaxed seat on her bed, despite her deadly warning. I couldn't take it that seriously. Well, maybe if the situation was different. Like if we were on a dark alley. And nobody knew I was there. Then I would probably be a bit more cautious. "So... This is your marital bed? Very nice. And comfy. Which side does Henrika sleep on?"

"Shut the fuck up you fucking motherfucker. Don't ever speak her name again."

I sighed. "Fine. Speaking of which, we'd better get ready before the one-who-shall-not-be-named comes looking for you."

"You are the most disgusting, sexist excuse of a male organism I have ever seen in my life. You are aware I'm a lesbian, right? You're probably not that stupid. Whatever disgusting scenarios you have in your head, I get absolutely zero pleasure from them. You do understand that?"

I chuckled. "That's correct, little one. Tonight is about my pleasure. Completely."

She made a small gagging sound, signifying how disgusting that sounded to her.

"But. As I said to you before, I'm a merciful guy. The punishment should fit the crime. You brought **** pain to my crotch. Therefore you should bring **** pleasure to it. And then we're done."

"How in the name of fuck do you consider that merciful? You. Spanked. My. Ass. HARD. As far as I understand, we should be even now. In fact, after that spank a few minutes ago, I should be allowed to kick your dick again."

"Oh no. You've calculated that wrong. See... You're a woman. I'm a man. I'm worth more than you are. One kick to my male, privileged groin, is worth a thousand spanks to your pitiful female ass."

She just stared at me slack-jawed.

No matter what I ever did for her, she always complained that I was "a problematic, privileged, white male". So. Why not be that then? If that's all she ever thought I was, I might as well lean into that role with all the talent that I had.

I had to be careful, though. If I pushed it too far, she might call the whole thing off.

She didn't speak a word for a full minute. What I said went so against everything she believed, that she had serious trouble to know where to even start dissecting my calculations. Every time she was about to say something, she just stopped and started again.

"I.... Can't... even...."

"So you, little girl, owe me whole fucking lot right now." Yeah, she was about to explode again, better be careful now. I'll train her little by little to understand her position in this brand new world of hers. "And I know the best way for you to begin paying back to me. See, I want you to actually learn something about this. Women are not meant to be aggressive beasts, but gentle nurturers. And you caused my little guy lots and lots of pain. Therefore, you are now going to nurture him back to health."

I grabbed my backpack, and pulled out an outfit. I threw it at her feet.

"Put that on."

Ulla was still shaking from anger so hard, that I think her brain short-circuited a little bit. She looked at the outfit at her feet, and gave me back a disillusioned smile.

"This has to be a joke."

"Sooner we get going, the sooner it will be over."

She picked up the thing, shaking still a little bit.

"But... This is... horrible..."

"Like I said. Put it on. And I'm growing tired of saying the same thing twice. Let me make this clear."

I got from the bed and grabbed her throat. She was surprised enough that she couldn't fight back. I leaned into her hard, restricting successfully all her movement. Her big tits were squishing against my body. I could feel her body heat so close to me.

"It's either this, which is going to fairly gentle and a true learning experience for you... Or an extremely hard spanking session on your ass."

I grabbed a chunk of her assflesh. She squeaked. "Do you think you can keep quiet enough so 'she' won't hear us?"

She gritted her teeth.

"Which one is it?"

"...this one". She pointed at the outfit. (ULLA: +10SP) (-2SP)

"Good."

I let go off her slowly, and sat back down on the bed. She straightened herself out, gave me her usual disgusted face, and picked up the outfit. She sighed, and was about to exit the bedroom with it, but I stopped her.

"No. Change right here."

She gave the wall a few frustrated slaps, but understandably didn't want to make any more noise than that. (ULLA: +3SP) (+1SP)

So yeah, she took off all of her clothers. One by one. There went the powerful-looking executive pants. There went the strong, independent blouse. Now it was just her and her baby blue underwear. They sort of matched weirdly with her redder-than-red face.

Then she did something I was used to with my **** women by now. She removed her underwear while covering herself carefully with her hands. I could've easily ordered her not to do that, but I sort of enjoyed how that made her look even more embarrassed. Also it made harder her for the remove her clothes, which made the whole thing even more titillating. Let's let her think she can still keep her modesty. For now.

Then it was the outfit's time. With an exasperated sigh, she picked it up and began putting it on little by little. Each piece too tight for her, tough to get on.

Finally, the whole get-up was on her. It was perfect.

My little feminist nurse.