Chores by Doc

He had been in sales for years and was very used to hearing, “Yeah, right.  But what have you done for me lately?”  It was, however, a bit novel to hear that phrase from Judy.  She was usually very happy with him, but he’d made the mistake of saying ‘but…’.   He wondered if he should bring up the past, but went ahead anyway.  (He was feeling experimental and daring and curious).

She added, “Just because you got laid last week doesn't mean you’re entitled, you know….”  She hadn't added anything else.  He let the silence envelope them both.  Neither she nor he had any desire to break the tension.
She spoke first – after several minutes and after finishing her coffee.

“So… what HAVE you done for me lately?”  He wondered if she expected a response.  Was this a rhetorical question, or did she expect him to speak?  He resolved the question with one of his own.

“Do you want me to answer that, Miss?”

“Fuck, no.  Just shut up.  I’m going to make a list of your chores for today.  While I’m doing that, get into the kitchen and wash and dry the dishes.  Oh, and put them away.  And after you finish that, there’s a load of clothes to be put in the washer.  Follow the directions on the detergent package – and no ‘extra’ soap.  Just do what they tell you to do on the label.  You got that?”

“Yes, Miss.”  He left.  She had a yellow legal pad and a Sharpie (her favorite writing tool) in hand.
After he finished with his tasks, he decided to go to his office to study.  Class in three days, but ‘don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do immediately if not sooner’.  He didn't like the indefinite ‘what you can do today’.  That left far too much discretion – and opportunity to procrastinate.
 
He wasn’t a believer, but he believed in sin.  Disobedience was one of the cardinal sins.

An hour later, she called him to the living room.  “There! Read it!”  He picked up the pad, which had been thrown on the floor.   (She liked to watch him pick things up from the floor as she stood – or sat – over him.  It was one of her quirks.)

He immediately noticed that she had put together seven pages with the word “continued” at the bottom of each page.  At the top of each page was a day of the week.

“You have outdone yourself, Miss.”

“Yes.  I decided to keep you busy.  Oh, and after you finish skimming my assignments, I want you to take some magnets and put all seven sheets on the refrigerator door.  I don’t want any ‘I forgot’ excuses.” She paused.  “Can you read?”  This was – he knew – a rhetorical question and he knew better than to say ‘yes’.  That would have been judged ‘being a smart ass’ and being a smart ass was not one of her compliments!

As he reviewed the list, he breathed a sigh of relief.  She had included, “Study….”on each page, with the added words “… for a minimum of three hours a day, broken into three hourly blocs.”  She liked the fact that he took his classes seriously.

Looking further, he noted his ‘bedroom duties’ were included.  They didn't leave much to the imagination.  Also she had listed all the jobs she hated to do: vacuum, iron, dust, and so on.  She spoke up.

“Do you have any problems with this?”

“No, Miss!”

“Good….. and now, if you’ll look at the first day, you’ll note that I’ve put down: ‘Cunnilingus, 45 minutes or until told to stop.’  You’ll notice there’s nothing there about intercourse.  Any problem with that?”

“No, Miss.”

“Good…. Now I know why I keep you around.  And as for cunnilingus, I’m in the mood.”  She paused.  “You know how horny it makes me bossing you around.”

He nodded.

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Strip and get to work!”  She paused again.  “Did you finish all the dishes and put the clothes in the washer?”  He nodded.

“Good.  I hate doing that crap.  Start licking.”