Eyes of Dominance

I feel my eyebrow twitch in irritation as my princess lets out yet another long, dramatic sigh as she tends to her chores.

"Sweetheart, you keep that attitude up, and I'll give you something to have an attitude about." I call sweetly from the couch where I am reading a book, trying desperately to calm my frustrations. As is tradition on Saturday morning, I have her cleaning up the apartment early, so that the chores are out of the way and we can enjoy the day with no interruptions. This morning, however, she has woken up with quite an attitude, and while I gave her a quick lesson over my knee already, it hasn't seemed to have the desired effect.

As if in response to my thoughts, a second, even more dramatic sigh fills the room, as she moves back to the kitchen. I drop my book, focus shattered as I sit up and catch a glimpse of her bare bottom, still pink from the morning, disappearing through the doorway. I smirk to myself, enjoying the sight, before returning to my thoughts. I thought a quick spanking would have done the job, but apparently I was wrong.

I stand up and make my way to the kitchen, deciding to at least give her a final chance to correct her behavior. I see her at the kitchen counter, wiping it down with a washcloth, with only a t-shirt to cover her. I glance down at the blush on her bare bottom, moving alluringly, before snapping my attention back to the task at hand.

"Sweetheart, turn around and face me." I command, in a soft yet authoritative tone. Her shoulders drop again, as she yet again dramatically sighs and turns to face me, her expression annoyed and expectant.

"What? Can't you see I'm kind of busy here?" She half whines. "My dumb daddy wouldn't let me sleep and now I'm busy doing stupid chores."

"Watch it, brat, unless you need another lesson over my knee. You know the rules. You get your chores done early, and then we're free the rest of the day. It's nearly noon, and between this morning's antics and your lackluster pace you're only halfway done. Anything to say for yourself?"

She stomps her foot in irritation, throwing the rag to the side. "Maybe if I got a little more sleep this morning, then I'd actually have the energy to get it done! You could help out too!"

"If you put in even a little more effort and hadn't argued with me this morning, then you'd already be done. I would have certainly helped you out if you asked me nicely instead of cursing at me and earning a spanking."

She groans again, slightly embarrassed at the mention of her punishment. "This isn't fucking fair! All I want to do is go back to bed, but you're being an asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, sweetheart, or you'll be doing your chores in a few minutes with a much redder ass. You've got like twenty minutes before you're done."

"Maybe if my daddy wasn't such an asshole and helped me out, then I'd already be done and I could fucking go back to bed." She yells at me, before trying to storm past me into the living room.

"Oh no you don't."

I catch her arm as she passes, and drag her over to the counter. I grab a wooden spoon from the drawer and push her over the counter, wrapping my arm around her waist and setting to work with my improvised implement.

"You. Will. Watch. Your. Mouth. When. You. Speak. To. Me. Do. You. Understand?" I punctuate each word with hard smacks, alternating cheeks right at the sit spot. The effect is immediate, as she dances and shifts trying to avoid each hit on her already pink bottom.

"OWW! FUCK! Stop! I'm fucking sorry! Stop it you asshole!"

"You don't sound sorry to me, and we'll be done when I say so." I bring the spoon down mercilessly, focusing all my attention on her thighs and sit spots, already planning for the second half of her punishment.

For two minutes, the kitchen is filled with the sounds for her cries, pleas, and insults, and the sound of the spoon smacking against her flesh. As I land a particularly hard swat, a loud crack fills the air, and the spoon clatters to the floor broken. I look down, inspecting her ass, now splotched with bright red marks where the spoon struck. Partially satisfied, I stand her up and force our eyes to meet; mine hot with anger and conviction, hers smoldering with defiance and indignation.

"You need to learn to watch your mouth. Unless you want a bar of soap lodged in there for the rest of the day." I threaten. I take her by the arm, and lead her back to the living room. I then point towards the all too familiar corner. "You know exactly what to do. Stick your nose in there until I call you out." I land a hard smack on her ass before nudging her forward. She looks back at me, eyes still ablaze, but with a frustrated groan she storms over to the corner and takes her position, stomping her foot for effect.

I chuckle to myself, then make my way to our bedroom, gathering the supplies for the next part of the punishment. I idle for a few minutes, letting myself cool off a bit, before returning to the living room.

I look over my princess, standing firmly in the corner, shifting almost inperceptively in her spot trying to relieve the burning sensation. I smile, before steadying my resolve. I place a hard wooden stool in front of the desk on the opposite side of the room, then walk over and take her by the ear.

"You obviously need to be reminded of your place." I scold, smacking her ass a few times to keep the pain fresh as I lead her to the desk. On it lies a pen and a stack of lined paper.

"Sit." My tone leaves no room for argument. With another sigh, she sits down at the stool, wincing as the sensitive skin comes into contact with the cold, hard surface. My focus on her sit spots is obviously having the intended effect, as she shifts awkwardly from side to side, her discomfort evident.

I place my finger on the pages, emphasizing my words. "Since you can't seem to remember how to act normally, you're going to write yourself some reminders. I want you to write the phrase 'I will not disrespect Daddy again, I will do what I'm told and do my chores.' 100 times, numbered, neat, and without error. A single thing out of place, and you start over. Do you understand?"

A low whine fills the room as she looks at me pleadingly. "I'm sorry! Can't you just let me finish cleaning? This is excessive!"

"It is not excessive." I growl dangerously. "You've been acting up all day, and I've given you multiple chances to self correct. You obviously need this. Now write, and so help me if you act up again I will take the strap to you."

I turn away turn towards the doorway, smiling contently at the sound of the pen scratching away. I go to the kitchen, grabbing a drink as I take a few minutes to myself. When I return to the living room I walk over to the desk to see how she's doing.

She's already starting on the second page, writing fervently, trying to end her punish early. I absentmindedly pick up the sheet she's finished, inspecting it for errors. And errors I find. None of the line are numbered as I asked, and half the words are barely scrawled on the sheet in an attempt to finish faster.

I reach over, pluck the sheet she's working on from her hand, and ball both up before tossing them in the garbage. "You are to number each line, and they are to be neat. Start over."

She looks up at me, a flash of fury across her expression, before bottling it up and with an exasperated groan starts again. I return to the couch, picking up my book and trying once again to calm myself. Some minutes later, I hear her call out to me. "I'm done, sir."

I stand up, stretching as I walk over to the desk. Before me is a stack of paper filled with ink. I notice her looking at me nervously, perhaps hoping her punishment is over. I pick up the pages, before gesturing back to the kitchen.

"I'm going to inspect these pages. Return to your chores, and hopefully we can enjoy the rest of the day." With a nervous energy, she hops forward and runs to the kitchen, pausing for just a second to glance back at me.

I sit back down with papers in hand, and start the task of checking her work. I meticulously run my eyes over every word, making sure everything is to my standard. And it is. Except for line 58.

As I reach it, I immediately notice a difference. Instead of the phrase I ordered, the line reads "I will disrespect Daddy, I won't do what I'm told and I won't do my chores." I feel blood pound in my ears as I stand with the page in tow and march to the kitchen, where I find the brat bagging up the trash can. I immediately grab her hand and thrust the page in her face.

"Line 58. Read it to me, NOW!" I yell, patience finally worn thin.

She taking the page with one hand, and with a biting defiance, reads the words. "I will disrespect Daddy, I won't do what I'm told. and I won't do my chores because you are being unfair and a dick." She looks evenly at me, proud at her added phrasing. "Seems right to me."

I grab her by both shoulders and march her to the bedroom. Upon opening the door, I push her on to the bed and grab the strap from the hook on the wall. "Was it worth it?" I snarl, making my way towards her.

"Maybe." she calls back, turning to face me. But her expression changes from smug to panicked as soon as she sees the strap. "Daddy I'm sorry! I'll write them again, please!"

I ignore her pleas and lean over her, placing my knee against the small of her back, pinning her in place. Then, with a ferocity I haven't felt in quite some time, I bring the leather down on her ass. She cries out, and before she can say anything else I bring it down again, starting a furious pace.

For several minutes the only sound is the sound of the leather biting into flesh and the wails, cries, and sobs of a brat learning her lesson. I am merciless, bringing the leather down on her ass with impunity, turning her already sore and punished bottom a bright scarlet, leaving furious lines of red on the back of her thighs. I leave no spot unmarked, determined to teach her a lesson. Her cries turn from pained to desperate, and finally to accepting. Before long she's deeply sobbing apologies into the mattress, accepting her fate, her arms limp at her sides.

I reel back, and with five final, air cutting strokes, the punishment is over. The room falls silent, save for her muffled sobs. I gently hang the strap back onto the wall, and returning to the bed gather my contrite princess into my arms. She doesn't resist, sobbing and clutching me as she cries out desperate apologies. I sit there, stroking her back and hair, and let her calm herself down.

We lie like this for what seems like hours, but in reality can't be more then five minutes. I gently pick her up and set her on my lap, taking note off her pained wince when her bottom meets my leg. I wipe her hair back behind her ear and look into her tear stricken eyes.

"Your spanking is over, sweetheart, but your punishment is not. You have been far too free with your mouth recently, and that is going to change. If I have to spank you like this every day for the next month, I will, because you deserved each and every stroke you got. I proud of you for taking it like a big girl, but this disrespect has to stop. Do you understand?"

She lowers her eyes, her shame clear. "I'm sorry daddy. I won't do it again."

I chuckle to myself. "Oh, I very much doubt that. But at least this should be a heavy reminder to dissuade you in the near future. Now listen. I know that you just took a very hard spanking, but I want you to go back to the living room, and finish your lines properly. After that you have maybe twenty to thirty minutes of chores left. I will help you out if you ask nicely and do your lines properly."

She almost groans, before catching herself and smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm sorry daddy. Will you help me with my chores?"

"Of course I will. Now get up and finish your lines. I'll be out in a minute." I gently pat her ass, feeling the intense heat radiating from the skin, before she stands up and carefully makes her way back to the living room.

I lie back on the bed, glancing over to the alarm clock, groaning to myself as I realize how much time has past. I briefly wonder to myself if punishing her was worth the time we've lost today. But as I walk back into the living room, and see my beautiful brat, smiling at me before returning to her task, bright red bottom on display, I reassure myself that it was time very well spent.