She had been pushing his patience all day, and was about to find the end of it.
She knew the rules. They had agreed to them, selected them carefully, considered both her well-being and his during the process. As her Dominant, the one she had chosen to give up her power to, certain things required his permission. And of course, in all things, she had agreed to at least give her respect.
She knew the rules. She knew there were consequences.
Yet she just. Kept. Pushing.
She looked beautiful that night – exquisite. They’d gone out with friends; dinner and drinks before a night at the club. She’d straightened her dark hair so that it lay over her shoulders like silk, stark against a short silvery dress she knew he loved. She could have looked angelic if it weren’t for her devilish behavior.
He heard the sass in her voice whenever she answered him. It was a little thing, something he perhaps could have brushed off if it weren’t for the alcohol. She knew she had issues pacing herself on nights out: that was why she had insisted on her drinking rules.
No more than one drink at dinner, and every drink thereafter needed approval.
She had just ordered her third, and dinner was barely wrapping up.
If their friends hadn’t been accompanying them, correcting her would have been far easier. Instead, for the sake of avoiding an uncomfortable situation, he was left vaguely questioning her drink choice, not once but twice. Both of which she responded to simply, “I’m sure, babe.”
And that smile. It spread across her face the moment she defied him. The moment she did it he felt himself grow hard. A defiant little brat, demanding attention, demanding correction. He ached to do it. He would have gladly put her across his knee right there at the table and spanked her to tears; dress pulled up, panties held firmly wedged between her pretty cheeks for extra humiliation and discomfort.
But decorum came first. Damned, bothersome decorum.
The end of dinner couldn’t come fast enough.
She kept watching him across the table – usually her careful eye was watching for permission, for approval. Quite the opposite tonight. The waiter set down her drink, and she took a long sip, her eyes on him over the rim of the glass before laughing loudly at a joke from her friend. His hand clenched under the table. If the bathroom stalls in that little restaurant had been more private, he would have found an excuse to take her there immediately. Covered her mouth to keep her quiet while he punished her…
She had pulled out her phone, texting quickly. His notification tinged, and he glanced down at her message.
I broke the rules, sorry Daddy
He glanced up at her. She wiggled a little in her seat, smiled, and looked away again. In only a moment, she recieved his response:
You’re not sorry, baby girl. Not yet.
Awww you’ll forgive me by the time we get home 😛
You think I’ll wait until we’re home to punish you?
Her face reddened. He couldn’t wait to redden other parts of her too, and to a much deeper shade. This time, she tucked her phone beneath the table to respond.
What are you going to do to me?
You’ll find out after dinner.
But as I said, you’re not sorry yet.
You’ll be saying sorry much more sincerely when your ass is red
And when you’re begging for mercy, I bet I’ll get a good apology then
Her face had turned deeply crimson. It was his turn to smirk at her over the table. His poor baby girl; so in need of a lesson. Far be it from him to neglect her. He watched as she squirmed in her chair, her movements telling that she’d crossed her legs under the table.
Did that turn you on?
Such a brat that just the threat of punishment got you wet?
Her hands shook over the screen.
By the time dinner had ended, his own need was about to drive him over the edge of sanity. He put his arm around her as they left the table together, following their friends to the parking lot where they began to pile into the awaiting Uber.
“Looks a little full,” he said, as the others crowded in the back of the sedan that had come to pick them up. Their friends protested, but he waved them away. “We’ll catch up! I need to grab something from the car anyway. Save us a place in line.”
Their friends departed. He held his girl tight as they walked back toward the large SUV they had driven there in, parked in a secluded corner of the parking lot. His paranoia over his car getting dinged had worked out well: he usually parked near the park of lots for fear of a hit-and-run. But now, it gave him just the extra privacy he needed.
He paused beside the SUV, watching her sway – tipsy, taunting, flirtation in her eyes. She leaned into him, kissed his neck in all the sensitive places she knew he liked. She wanted it. He knew her all too well.
“You made our friends leave without us,” she pouted. “You know the line at the club is gonna be so long…”
“It can wait. We have more important things to do, don’t we? Backseat, baby girl,” he said, opening the door for her. “We need a chat.”
She slid into the backseat, her short dress riding up as she moved across the leather. He caught a glimpse of her panties: dark blue, soft cotton, hugging over her vulva so sweetly that he longed to pull her close by her hips and bury his face there, using his tongue to taste that arousal that had been spurred by his threats. He closed the door behind them, and turned on the car so the heater could warm them. The windows were tinted – no passersby could see within. She looked at him expectantly, and said, “Are you going to punish me, Daddy?”
He pulled her close, his hands around her waist, kissing her deeply. She melted into it at once: her lips were soft, tinged with the sweetness of fruit and liquor.
“Damn right I’m going to punish you,” he said, his voice a growl as she gasped breathlessly between his kisses. “I’m going to make you sorry for thinking you could break our rules.” He pressed her down, so that she lay back on the seat, her legs spread and her dress hiked up. Her eyes glazed over with lust and his fingers played over the sensitive skin of her thighs. “I’m going to have to make you cry, baby girl. That’s how naughty you’ve been. But you already know that, don’t you?”
She trembled as his fingers brushed over her panties. There was already a spot of wetness there, soaking through the cotton. “Yes…yes, Daddy…”
“It’s going to ruin all your makeup,” he shook his head, caressing along her jawline. Her makeup was always flawless; even when she complained about it, perfect was all he could see. Perfect in her brattiness, in her defiance. Perfectly his. “You’ll have to go to the club looking like a very sorry, very punished little girl.”
She shook her head, “Noooo, let’s go home instead…” He leaned down, kissed her again. She knew the word that could put an end to it all – if she was unwilling, he wouldn’t hesitate to stop. But she didn’t say it: instead she squirmed under his body, whimpering fearfully, a true little masochist with self-deprecating excitement in her eyes. “Pleeeease, Daddy…I’m sorry…”
He slapped the palm of his hand down against the side of her thigh, the sound sharp, leaving the red print of his hand behind. She whined again, and he grabbed her face in his hands, squeezing her cheeks so that her lips were forced to pucker.
“You’ve been…a very…bad…girl…” he squeezed just a little harder to punctuate every word. Then he reached down, took hold of her panties – and ripped them from her body. She squealed as the fabric parted in his hands, the satisfying sound making his cock strain in his jeans.
“I have nothing else to wear though!” she cried. “I can’t go out – ahhh…” His fingers stroked over her clit, making her legs shudder at the sudden stimulation.
“Then my baby girl is going to go without panties like the little slut she is, isn’t she?” he said, rubbing circles on her sensitive clit. “You’re not going to have anything to hide all the bruises I’m gonna leave on your ass, so you’d better hope no one gets a glimpse up your dress.” She was almost dripping as he massaged her, and he couldn’t resist – he pulled her up, tongue licking eagerly over her folds. She immediately clapped her hands over her own mouth, stifling her moans, gasping as he tasted her.
“S-some…punishment…” she managed to get out the sassy words, followed by a giggle. He stared down at her, mouth still tantalizingly close to her pussy. She smiled sweetly, then added, “I need to go pee. I’ll be right back, okay?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, baby girl. We’ve already started. I think you’re just going to have to hold it.” Her eyes went wide, and she gulped.
“But…but I don’t…I don’t think I can…”
He pouted his lower lip mockingly. “Well, you did drink a lot, didn’t you?”
She bit her lip guiltily. “Yes…”
“Maybe you should have thought about how badly you’d need to piss before you broke my rules,” he said, wadding up her ripped panties in his hand. “Because now, I have to punish you. And the whole time you’re going to have to hold it. Maybe if you’re sorry enough, I’ll let you piss outside the car when we’re done.”
Her hands gripped at the seats, desperate. “Please…please…I…”
“I think I’ve heard enough fake apologies from you,” he said, and held up the panties. “Open. Now.”
She opened tentatively, although she whined as she did. He stuffed her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her pretty lips wrapped around her own panties. She’d start drooling soon enough – she wouldn’t be able to help it. He re-positioned her, pulling her up and onto her belly, then lying her across his lap. She settled in quietly, only the sound of her quickening breathing giving away her fear. Her bottom awaited him, unblemished, a canvas upon which to splay his art.
The first hard swat left a red mark shaped like his hand. She whined, and gave a little kick of her feet. It had hurt, of course, but he knew that was for show. She wasn’t in pain yet. She wasn’t regretting yet. He was going to make sure that changed.
His next slap landed on her other cheek, and the next, and the next. He alternated between them, enjoying the way her skin bounced under his hand, and the pretty cherry red that was slowly spreading. Her whining was becoming more urgent. Soon she began to tense her legs, anything for relief. The sting was building, becoming a burn that worsened with every slap of his hand. She had pressed her face into the seat, and her whimpers became cries, punctuated by gasps that were verging on sobs.
With her skin a vibrant, burning red, he pulled her up and sat her back on the seat. She sniffled miserably, wiping at teary eyes, and he let her remove the panties from her mouth.
“I’m s-sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered, with a little hiccup in her words. “I’m sorry I broke the rules…”
He nodded, wiping a stray tear from her eye. She looked beautiful like that – flushed, chastised, still turned on despite the pain. “I’m sure you’re starting to be sorry, aren’t you? But you’re not finished yet. Where’s your purse?”
She pointed, with some confusion, to her bag on the front seat. He dug in it for a moment, knowing she always came with the perfect tool on hand. He pulled it out: her hairbrush, wooden handled and flat-backed. Her eyes widened again, and she began to shake her head. “N-no, Daddy, please-please, noooo…I’ll be good…”
“Back over my lap, baby girl,” he said solemnly. “I told you, you’d be sorry. We’re not done. You knew this was coming.”
“Please…pleeeeaaase…” she went back over, as she was told, but she whined as she did. She was fussy, beginning to jump and wriggle the moment he placed his arm firmly over her lower back. She was anticipating the pain now; she knew how much it would hurt but she couldn’t resist it. He rubbed the back of the hairbrush over her reddened cheeks, and smiled as he saw a tremor go through her legs.
“You have been a very. bad. girl.”
He made each spank sharp, so that after every impact she shrieked. At the third, a little sob slipped out and she began to struggle. He held her firmly, waiting until she’d given up her half-hearted struggles.
“Do you remember your word, baby girl?” he said.
“Yes,” her response was soft, but assured.
He didn’t even give her time to draw in her breath. He aimed each swat firmly and she began to kick, pleading with him. “Please, Daddy, please-please…noooo moooore….aahhhh!” She reached back, as if her hand would stop him. She knew he would catch her wrists, and tuck them both firmly together against her back.
“None of that,” he scolded. “If you keep throwing your hands in the way I might smack them by accident and injure you. None. Of. That.” Swat! Swat! Swat! She wailed, and her arms strained against his hold on her. She was wiggling in earnest now, so it was time to move her.
“Head down,” he said firmly. “Get your head down to the floor. Straddle me.” She flopped as she moved, making it difficult for him. But he got her re-positioned with her legs crossed behind his back, her reddened bottom and wet pussy beautifully spread out on his lap. She was forced to use her arms to cradle her head against the floor of the SUV.
“Daddy, no more, pleeeeease,” she whined, her voice quivering. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I was a bad girl. Please, I need to pee, please…”
“You should’ve thought of that before you misbehaved,” he said, merciless, and brought down another swat against her tender thigh. She shrieked, but no amount of struggling would free her now. She couldn’t tense her bottom so easily thus positioned, and every swat came down on already burning flesh. “This is what happens to bad girls. This is what happens when you’re naughty, isn’t it? Naughty girls get spanked. And naughty girls get their naughty little pussies spanked too.”
“Aaahh, nooo, no, Daddy, n-not there…please…please…”
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen, baby girl. When I’m done bruising your ass, we’re getting out of the car, you’re going to bend over, and you’re getting your pussy spanked until you piss yourself. Understand?”
“Since you want to keep whining at me, that means you’re going to get the handle of this hairbrush stuffed into your tight little asshole while your pussy is spanked. Now. Do you understand?”
“Yeeesss, yes! I’m sorry, yes, I understand!”
She hiccuped and choked and wailed through the next six swats, enough to turn her bottom from bright red to deep crimson, spotted with the beginnings of prettily blooming purple bruises. He let her rest there a moment, rubbing her tender skin, letting her tears subside.
Again, he asked her, “Do you remember your word, baby girl?”
She sniffled. “Yes.”
“Are you sure? You’re taking a hard punishment, little one.”
“I’m sure, Daddy,” she said, and there it was: the confidence in her voice. The self-assurance that she was exactly where she wanted to be.
“Good girl. Now, up.” He eased her up, helped her sit back on the seat, unable to keep himself from smiling as she whined loudly at the touch of the leather on her sore skin. “Do you still have lube in your purse too?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sniffled. She knew to always come prepared. He dug for it, then pulled it out, using it to coat the handle of the hairbrush. She watched him do it, sniffling and trembling.
“Where is this going, baby girl?” he said.
“Up my ass,” she whined.
“And why is that?”
“Because I was naughty and didn’t listen and need to be punished.” She sniffled again, and thought a moment. “And because I talked back.”
“That’s right. Now what else do you get because of your naughtiness?”
Her already red face flushed again with humiliation. “I get my pussy spanked…”
She buried her face in her hands, whining and squirming. “I get my pussy spanked until I piss myself.”
“That’s exactly right.” He took a cautionary glance outside the car. They were at the back end of the lot, with a brick wall beside them and in front. It was late, and the parking lot was vacant. “Alright, get out of the car. Go up in the corner near the wall.”
She obeyed, hissing at the slide of her bare, bruised bottom over the seat. She had kicked off her heels early on, and walked tender-footed to where he’d bidden her. Her makeup was ruined, as he’d promised: run down her face in messy dark streaks, her eyeshadow smudged. Beautiful. Perfectly beautiful and perfectly his.
“Bend over now. Hold your ankles.” She faced the wall and slowly bent at the waist, gripping her ankles fiercely, her legs appropriately spread to accept her punishment. She kept whining in sharp little bursts, unable to keep herself from anticipating what was coming next. He smiled at the way her pussy was glistening, still wet and dripping for him. Maybe they’d skip the club after all.
“Now, what was it that happens to naughty little girls assholes again?” he said musingly, smoothing a generous drop of lubricant over her tight, puckered entrance. She shivered at the cold, and gasped as he pressed one finger inside.
“They…they get…ooohhh…” she was babbling, overwhelmed. “They get their…they get…ahhh…Daddy, please…”
“Naughty little girls gets their assholes stuffed,” he said, pressing his finger and out as she struggled not to let her knees buckle. “That’s exactly what you’re going to get, little brat.” He pulled out his finger, instead, rubbing the rounded wooden handle of the brush against her entrance. “Theeeere we go.” He pressed it inside, her moan nearly driving him mad. It was only by sheer force of will that he resisted unzipping his jeans and taking her then and there. But he had a punishment to follow through with. He pressed it deeper, deeper, up to the head of the brush. “Nice and stuffed, hmm? Is my little brat feeling sorry?”
“Aaaah, yes, Daddy!” she moaned urgently as he slowly worked the brush in and out, taunting her, his pussy dripping glistening strands. “I’m so sorry for breaking the rules, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“I know you are, baby girl,” he said. “Now keep your legs spread. I’m going to spank your pussy now, and you’re not allowed to be loud. No screaming, no loud noises, understand? You wouldn’t want someone to see you like this, would you?”
“No, no, I wouldn’t,” she said. “I’ll b-be quiet.”
He brought the first spanking down as soon as she confirmed. His hand slapped sharply across all her most sensitive places, and she pressed her lips tightly together, struggling not to shriek. Now was not the time to take things slowly. He spanked her rapidly, a wicked sting in every strike, until her knees began to buckle with every swat and she was whining urgently from behind her own hand, having let go of her ankle in an effort to muffle her noise.
“Please…please…Daddyyyy…” Her voice was a high-pitched, trembling whisper. “I can’t hold it, please, I’m gonna pee, please…”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to do,” he said firmly. “You’re going to piss yourself right here and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’re only going to keep getting spanked until you do.”
It only took a few more swats until she couldn’t hold it anymore. She whimpered as his next swat brought a pale golden stream with it, that trickled down her legs and spattered as he swatted her once more for good measure.
“There you go, brat,” he said. “We’re almost done. Lets get this out of you…” Slowly he eased the hairbrush from her, as she moaned and shuddered. “There now. You may release your position.”
Immediately she stood back, away from her mess, and sunk down to the ground, shuddering and gasping. He put his arms around her at once, protectively, letting her face rest against his chest as she floated down to reality. He tipped her face up, and kissed her mascara-dirtied cheeks. “I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” a dazed smiled came to her face. “I want you…please…fuck me please? May I cum please?”
He chuckled, cradled her in his arms and maneuvered back to the SUV. He usually kept blankets in the back, and one of these he spread out across the seat’s leather for her before he laid her back, shut them inside the privacy of their vehicle again, and unzipped his jeans.
“Is this what you want?” He asked, voice gentle as he slowly ran his hand along his length. She nodded eagerly, squirmed on the seat and moved herself around to take his cock in her mouth. He sucked in his breath as her tongue snaked down him and his head hit the alcove at the back of her throat. Her muscles jumped, squeezed as her gag reflex tensed and she forced it to relax again. He gripped her hair, holding her head as he made small thrusts into her mouth.
“Aaww, my babygirl looks so pretty all bruised up with my cock down her throat.” She gazed up at him, a smile in her eyes since it couldn’t be on her lips. She sucked him eagerly, slurping and licking until drool dripped from her chin. She curled her tongue around him, savoring his taste, loving every moan she was able to elicit.
He pulled her head back, and the moment her mouth was free she smiled widely. “There’s my good girl,” he said, and kissed her messy lips. He sat back, and pulled her over to straddle his lap, his cock rigid and slick from her mouth. She sunk down, taking his entire length inside her, her legs trembling as she eased onto him slowly.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmured, gripping her hips as she moved, grinding into him. She whimpered as her bruised ass bounced against his thighs, but it hardly discouraged her. She moved with long, slow strokes, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He gripped her ass and she cried out, her yelp turning into a snarl as her pleasure heightened.
“Aah…fuck, yes…” her voice broke, trembling. She growled again as he squeezed her bruised skin and chuckled at her pain. “Y-you’re so…so fucking mean…”
“Damn right, baby girl. Only as mean as you want me to be.”
She bit her lip, beginning to move faster though more unsteadily. Her every gasp grew more desperate and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digginh into his back.
“You’re going to…going to make me cum…ahh…” She buried her face on his neck, biting viciously into his shoulder to stifle her moans as she tensed around him, her body shuddering as she orgasmed. Her pleasure was enough to push him over the edge. He pushed deep inside her, holding her down on his cock as he filled her.
Gasping, she lay against his chest and closed her eyes. He held her gently, rubbing his hand over her back as they drifted back to reality together.
“How are you, baby?”
“Mmm.” She squirmed around, but did not part from him. “I’m good. I’m a good girl, Daddy, yeah?”
“Yes, baby girl.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “You’re always my perfect, bratty, good girl.”
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