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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, Panic_At_The_Disco
  Relationship:
      Keltie_Colleen/Ryan_Ross
  Additional Tags:
      Maids, Humiliation, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Dom/sub, Alternate
      Universe_-_BDSM
  Series:
      Part 23 of Slantverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-12 Words: 950
****** Too Dirty To Clean My Act Up ******
by Gala_and_Elle, theletterelle
Summary
     This is why Ryan's house is always so clean.
“There you go.” Keltie pulls the ends of the bow tight. “All set. On your
knees, baby.”
“I don’t want to wear this,” Ryan grumbles. “Why do I have to wear this?”
“Because I said so, bitch.” It’s amazing how quickly Keltie can shift into
authority mode. “Don’t get pissy with me; you said you didn’t like being
naked.”
“This is hardly better,” says Ryan, going to his knees anyway. The barbecue
apron rustles against the floor.
“Shut up.” Keltie pats his bare ass affectionately. Ryan makes a face, ignoring
the erection tenting out his apron, and reaches into the bucket for the scrub
brush.
“When’s the last time we did the floor?” asks Keltie. “It’s been at least three
weeks. You dirty boy, look at how messy it is. Do you actually throw the food
on the floor before you cook it?”
Ryan just ducks his head and scrubs. She can tell he’s embarrassed. Good.
Embarrassment is the whole point. “You are so nasty. Without me around, you’d
be living in filth, wouldn’t you?” She gently pokes his ass with her toe. His
blush is visible at the side of his neck, but he nods.
“If you were cleaner, maybe you could wear something nice. Like one of those
little french maid outfits, with the high heels and poofy sleeves. But that
would be a waste. You’d just get it all messy. I don’t know why you can’t keep
yourself from dirtying everything up.” Ryan scrubs harder, rinses out the
brush, and moves to the next section of linoleum. Keltie nudges him with her
toe again. “After you’re done scrubbing, you’re going to wet-mop it to make
sure all the dirt and soap is off. Then you can start on the bathroom.”
“Keltieeeee.” Ryan’s head is practically turtled into his shoulders.
“Don’t give me that,” she scolds. “I know what you do in that shower. It’s
disgusting. You’re going to make sure it’s sterilized, or I’ll just leave you
here to wallow in your own pigsty. Is that what you want?”
“No,” says Ryan. If she didn’t know how hard he was, she’d feel bad. “Don’t you
want me to do the dishes first?”
Keltie bites her lip, considering. “Okay,” she finally decides. “Get the
kitchen all finished, and then we’ll do the bathroom.”
Ryan finishes scrubbing and wet-mopping, then washes the dishes by hand, Keltie
standing over him to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot or break anything. He
wipes down the counters with an antibacterial sponge. “Don’t forget the trash,”
says Keltie, and he blushes again. It’s not like taking out the trash is hard,
but the garbage can is by the driveway at the side of the house, where anyone
could look over and see him scrambling around in an apron and nothing else. He
does it fast.
“Bathroom,” orders Keltie, and he follows. They clean the bathroom every week.
It’s part of the ritual. Ryan obediently washes out the sink, mops the floor,
and-- ugh-- scrubs the toilet. It’s hard to get all the dust out of the curves
and cracks, but with Keltie smacking his ass whenever he stops to catch his
breath, it’s done pretty quickly. Just the tub and shower left to go. He looks
up in hope. She smiles. “Take off the apron and get in the tub.”
Ryan unties the apron and tosses it out the bathroom door before she can change
her mind, and scrambles into the tub. He arranges himself on his hands and
knees again. Keltie closes and locks the door, just in case Ryan’s dad comes
back early. Not that he’d care what they were doing, but he walked in on them
once, and that was just humiliating. And not the good kind.
She kneels beside the tub, strokes a hand down his back and along his hip.
Goose-bumps jump out on his skin. “If it wasn’t Sunday,” she says, voice soft,
“all our friends would be here. They’d see how filthy the house was, and they’d
watch you clean it.” She brushes her hand across his cock, and he jumps.
“They’d all see you on your hands and knees, naked, cleaning up after them like
you’re their maid. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Ryan squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. Keltie laughs low in her
throat. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like that. I know you.” She reaches
underneath and wraps her hand around his cock. Ryan moans, then moans louder as
her hand moves. “You’d be so ashamed,” she whispers, “letting them see how
dirty you are. How filthy the house is. How you need me to come in and make you
fix everything, because you can’t be trusted to do it on your own.”
Ryan’s breath comes faster. “I would-- I would, yeah, please don’t let them
see.”
“Maybe I’ll call Spencer,” Keltie muses. “I’ll have him come over and show him
what you need me to do. He’ll probably bring Brendon, so Brendon can learn from
your mistakes.” Ryan moans again. Keltie smiles. “You want that, don’t you? You
want your best friend to watch what I do to you. You want Brendon to see what a
nasty, dirty--” With every word, she pushes her hand to the base of his cock
and back up. “--filthy, disgusting slut you are.”
Ryan thrusts into her hand, muttering “No, no, no, please, don’t...” When he
closes his eyes and holds his breath, she knows it’s time. “I hear him at the
door,” she says.
Ryan comes with a guttural sound. Keltie laughs. “Now look at what you have to
clean up.” She pats his ass with her other hand. “Dirty boy.”
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