First day

Well, moving day was pretty uneventful at first. We took what little we had into our rooms and met with the owner, Ken. Ken probably isn't a giant to most other Australians, but to us at 5' and 40kgs, and 5'6 and 60kgs, anyone who is over 6' and who weighs 100+kgs, might as well be a different species. He easily grabbed our bags we were struggling with and walked up the stairs like her was holding air. (Little did I know at the time that he'd soon carry me by my underwear with the same ease, but I'm getting ahead of myself)

We signed a contract that was pretty standard, we're expected to do all chores, failure to do chores to Ken's standards can be punished how he sees fit, don't break anything, pay rent on time and so on. The only thing he stressed was that we can't harm his reputation by talking about anything we experienced here. We thought that was a little strange but maybe he sleeps around and doesn't want his girlfriends to know about each other or something. While we didn't have to pay a security bond or anything, there was a clause that we had to stay 2 months or else we'd have to keep paying rent + a fee to leave early. Sounded fine, as we would need some time to rebuild our finances before we moved on anyway. He even said if we couldn't afford rent for the week because we couldn't find enough work, thats okay, as long as we kept on top of the cleaing

The house was pretty nice, fairly modern and spacious. The only particular thing that I noticed is that almost all the doors on the house could be locked. The front door was unlocked with little NFC tags that he gave us one each of, but it seemed all the doors in the house could be configured to lock with the same system.

So first night, my brother is in bed early and I'm cleaning the dishes from dinner while Jen sits in the lounge, just in his sleeping boxers reading a book. I steal a few glances at him, he's in pretty good shape and to me he's enormous. I admit I was fantasising a little. Before I came I had freaked about getting a lot of action in this country, away from home where everyone knew me as a nerd. But I hadn't got anything since I'd come here and I was going a bit crazy. (Little did I know my dream of getting my pussy destroyed by a hung white guy would come true, just not in the way I hoped). I'm close to bed too so I'm in my hello kitty sleep clothes. These ones are for kids so they're a little bit tight, but you can get away with these things when you're tiny and flat.

I'm finished and wiping the countertop when Ken comes over and picks up a bowl from the drying rack. He places the bowl on the counter in front of me, points to something in the inside of the bowl and simply says "not to my standards, punishment". I barely have enough time to adjust my glasses to squint at the bowl to see what he's pointing at before he grabs the bit of waistband poking out the back of my pants and hoists me clean into the air by my underwear. I feel the all to familiar feeling of cotton invading my crack and a brief bit of weightlessness as I'm jerked into the air, clean out of my house slippers I might add, before my weight comes back down to rest entirely on my underwear, my toes not even scraping the cold tiles. He deftly pulls my pants down just enough to swat my bare right ass cheek with his big hand, immediately leaving a faint red mark that covers the comparatively tiny cheek almost entirely.

Just as quickly, effortlessly, and casually as he lifted and held me, he set me down and walked off. I wanted to say something! Tell him "I'm an adult and will not be wedgied!" but my submissive little need brain took over and all I managed to do was squeak out a deeply embarrassing "sorry" as I quickly pulled my pants up and hurried to clean the dish properly.

I heard the sound of Ken entering my brother's room, as well as muffled complaining and a spank. Ken walked back out into the lounge, only stopping to turn to me and calmly say "shared punishments"