Chapter 13 #2
“Exactly.” I bring my hand down, hard, on the center of her bottom. “You are allowed to disagree with me.” Another swat lands on her right cheek, then her left. “You are allowed to tell me I’m wrong. You are not allowed to turn cruelty into a weapon because you feel threatened.”
She’s moaning, saying ow. Her hips wiggle as if she is trying to get away. She reaches a hand back to protect her rear. I instantly pin it to her lower back. “Naughty girl,” I say. “Does someone need the paddle?”
She hates the paddle. She freezes. “No! No! I’ll be good!”
I spank her again, but this time her hips stay still.
“What you do with Paige next is your choice. I will not order you to be kind, and I will not order you to be her friend.” My palm lands right, left, right.
“But in this house, when we fight, we do not tear other people down to make ourselves feel safer.” Left, right, left.
My palm stings. Her ass is getting red. “Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, sir!” Her bottom is hot to the touch.
“Do you need to stand in the corner to let the lesson sink in?”
“No! No, sir!”
I spank her again. “Are you sure?”
“I said, I’m sure,” she snaps.
My muscles tense.
Wrong answer.
We obviously aren’t finished here. “Go and get your strap.”
“Oh, no. What I meant to say was that I’m sure. I’m very, very sure, I promise… sir.” She peeks over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide.
I say, “Get the strap, then lay it beside you. Bend over the bed with your ass over the edge. Do it, now.”
My tone makes her jump up. She rushes to obey me. Her pants constricting her movements.
She’s fast and a moment later, she’s lying over the white comforter with her strap neatly beside her. Her ass in the air. Red cheeks with the black thong between them. Her spandex pants tight around her upper thighs.
I go to my dresser. I open the drawer, the one she’s not allowed to touch. From it, I pull out her silver bullet. The beautiful one with the curling letter ‘B’ etched in it. I grab my lube—not the one with the hint of menthol in it because I’ll be taking her in the ass later.
She’s lying still on the bed. She’s being a good girl. Now.
Now that she’s knows how thoroughly I punish.
I’m behind her. Her ass cheeks clench. I don’t tell her what I plan on doing with her.
“Stay over the bed and pull those pants and panties down to your knees, little girl.” I watch, amused, as she navigates wrestling her way out of such tight clothing in the awkward position she’s in.
When she’s finished, spandex wrapped around her legs, I say, “I want your fingers in the crack of your ass. I want your legs spread and your hands parting your ass for me. So I can punish you.”
An audible gasp comes from deep within her.
I take a step forward. Reach down and slap her thigh. Hard. An angry red handprint raises.
She must obey.
Right away.
Or face the consequences.
She says, “Yes, sir!”
Her fingers go to her quivering ass. She spreads those long, gazelle-like legs. Her hands part her cheeks. I can see her swollen pussy glistening from behind. Her naughty little bottom hole practically winks at me.
My cock hardens. Pressing against my jeans.
Down, boy.
I’ll get the pleasure my body demands, soon.
First, punishment.
I say, “Take a deep breath.”
“Why? What are you doing to me? Carter—”
Another sharp slap. On her other thigh. A matching print.
“Take a deep breath,” I repeat.
She gives a shaky sob as she inhales. I have the bullet lubed and waiting in my hand. I bend over, find the little asshole she’s so beautifully displaying for me. I press the head of the lubed bullet against the tight muscle of her exposed bottom.
She clenches her ass cheeks. Then she relaxes them. Allowing the head of the bullet to penetrate her. I push it in further and she gives a little mewing noise that makes my cock throb.
“Good girl,” I croon. “This is your plug. I’ll use it to punish the inside of your bottom when I need to make a point. And to prepare your ass for my cock.”
She wants to protest, cry out. I can tell by the tension in her shoulders. Instead, she buries her face in the crook of her arm.
My very good girl.
She’s only ever had my fingers in her before, so I move slowly. I press the bullet in further. Her muscles constrict, then loosen. Press it away, then accept it. It slides all the way in, and she gives a whiney moan.
I pat her poor little bottom, still red and hot from my smacking palm. I say, “How does that feel?”
She takes a moment to think, then whispers, “Tight. Uncomfortable… strange.”
“Does it make you feel like the naughty little girl that you are? Does it make you feel punished?”
“Yes.”
“Is it working its magic, reminding you what happens when you deliberately disrespect the boundaries we agreed on?”
“Y-yes… sir.” Her voice quivers.
“Does it make you feel submissive to me? The one who has the power to do what he wants to every inch of your body?”
“Yes. It-it does.”
“Good,” I say. “Let’s see how it feels to be strapped while you’re plugged. Get into position.”
She gives a moan. A little shiver travels down her spine. Her legs go together, the rounded end plug disappearing. A peak of the curve of the handle shows between her ass, keeping the bullet snug in its place. As she presses her ass cheeks back together, she gives a moan.
The bullet is already doing its job.
I pick up the strap. I feel the smoothness of the leather, its gentle weight across my palm. I bring it down on my hand, sending a warning smack through the air that makes her jump.
I lift it in the air, bring it down over her already red ass. She cries out and a stripe instantly wells up.
“Baby, are you going to be a good friend to your new sister?”
She’s trying her best to hold still, but the stinging is making her squirm. Her toes curl into the carpet. She cries, “Yes! I’ll be good. I’ll call Paige to congratulate her, right away. I promise!”
I bring the strap down again. The sound of the smack hardens my cock. Unleashing a part of myself I’ve buried for too long. Her muscles tense and she gives a long moan.
She must learn her lesson.
I watch as a new angry streak rises on her curves. I say, “I’ll not tolerate nastiness in my household. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir!” she cries out. I know her so well, I can read her tones.
She’s sorry.
She’ll be good.
She will decide what kind of sister she wants to be to Paige. My job is only to hold Sasha accountable for the promises she makes to me.
But one more. Just for me.
I bring the strap down. Hard. I want her ass burning when I take her.
It comes down with a loud crack, and she cries out, “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good!”
And she will.
But I’m not finished with her yet.
“Good. Now let’s get you up and changed into your punishment panties.”
She gives a little sob.
It’s humiliating for her, I know. Sasha prefers her sexy black thongs; only tolerates the panties I’ve purchased. But this part of our dynamic is something she chose, and tonight she is feeling the consequences of testing a boundary after promising she would not.
I help her up from the bed. She gives me a long look through her tears, silently pleading. I say, “Go on, then.”
She knows what to do. With her red ass exposed to me, she turns and goes to the dresser. She has a funny little walk from the new sensation of the plug. Every movement reminds her who is charge.
She opens the top drawer and reaches in. When she returns, she has her naughty girl panties in her hand.
They are full-cut white panties. They have a little pink bow at the waist. And lacy ruffles all the way across the bottom.
Little girl panties. To remind her of how childish she’s been.
I sit down on the bed. Toss the strap beside me.
She stands next to me. Her leg is leaning against mine, sweetly. I know her cunny’s all wet from her punishment and the plug fills her bottom. She looks at me with her wide brown eyes, and hands me the panties.
“Good girl,” I say. “Good job, baby girl.”
She blushes, her cheeks turning as red as her bottom. She loves when I talk to her like this—I know how hungry it makes her pussy. How tightly she will wrap it around my cock when I let her.
She stands before me in nothing but a black tank, having stripped her sports bra off the second she’d walked in from work. I can see how hard her nipples are through her thin shirt.
Smell the musk of her arousal.
I want to know how wet her spanking made her. How turned on she is by my chiding words.
How confused her pussy is by the feeling of the plug filling and tugging at her ass.
I drop the panties onto the bed.
Still seated, I spread my legs. I pull her between my thighs. Her eyes widen. She had no idea I’d be touching her after her spanking. But I want to, and so I do.
Her hands go to my shoulders, pressing into my muscles.
I lock my gaze on hers, holding her eyes as I slide my hand between her thighs.
She spreads her legs a little, her eyes closing.
Her head leans back as I slip a finger inside of her slick pussy.
It’s even tighter than usual, a product of the plug filling her ass.
She’s soaking wet.
I pull the finger from her, wet from her juices.
I rub her clit. Her hips start to move. She’s grinding against my hand.
The scent of her arousal strengthens, making my cock so hard it strains against my pants uncomfortably.
My hands leave her, going to my own waist. I slip out of my pants. I tug my shirt up and over my head.
A moment later I’m sitting on the bed, naked, my cock standing at attention.
“Sit on it,” I say.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. She likes what she sees. Her nipples harden even further beneath her shirt. She straddles me, her smooth thighs pressing into mine. I grab her hips, my fingertips dig into her flesh. I pull her up, and line the entrance of her cunt with the head of my cock.
Her hands are on the back of my neck, running through my hair. She’s groaning. Wanting to press down and have my full length in her pussy. But she knows better.