Eyes of Dominance

"Ashley, if you don't hurry up we are going to be late." I call down the hall, waiting by the front door of the apartment. It's a few months into our relationship, and despite a good deal of early boundary testing things have been going extremely well. I stand with my back to the door, tapping my foot and surveying our small apartment, mentally going over my plans for the day.

It's a typical Saturday, and a few of Ashley's friends have invited us out to go bowling with them earlier in the week. Both of us being of competitive spirit and having been too busy to go out much this month otherwise, we happily agreed. Well, at least at the time.

"I'll be there in a minute!" she shouts at me from the bedroom, in a tone far too testy for my liking. Having had a particularly stressful week, Ashley hasn't been in a particularly good mood since waking up this morning. And as the time to leave crept closer, it only seemed to worsen.

This was exacerbated when I reminded her that I wanted her chores done before we left for the bowling alley. I told her late last night that she was to do them after waking up, as I had tentative plans for after the games, but it seemed to have slip her mind in the early morning shuffle and routine, and so I made it a point to bring it up again. As soon as the reminder left my lips, she turned towards me with a look on her face I know all too well, and immediately the arguing started.

"I'll just do them before we eat dinner" she dismissively stated, "There's no real reason they need to be done now."

"There is, sweetheart." I responded, "Firstly, because I want us to have no obligations when we come back. And secondly, because I asked you to do them now. That is reason enough."

"Firstly" she rebuked, her sour mood coloring her tone "You deciding they should be done now doesn't make it a good reason. And secondly, normally I don't have to have them done for a couple more hours. I don't see any reason why today should be different."

I rub my chin, staring evenly into her deep blue eyes. "Ash, the time and manner in which your chores are completed are up to my discretion. You normally have a set time, yes, but today I am telling you to do them early. I have plans for when we are done with your friends, and I don't want to have to worry about you finishing them later when you can do them now."

She rolled her eyes again, barely masking her agitation. "I call bullshit; you don't actually have a reason, so instead you are pretending to so you can justify telling me to do something that I clearly can do later now. Got it." She stood up from her place on the couch and began to storm off.

"Ashley, come back her right now." I called after her in a firm tone, stopping her in her tracks. She turned back towards me, but made no effort in returning to her seat. I pointed to the space on the couch next to me, and gave her a pointed look. With a sigh, she stomped her way over and sat next to me, trying to look as disinterested as possible.

"First off, I don't know what's with the attitude today, but I don't appreciate it being directed at me. I know this week was stressful, but don't take it out on me." She tries to interject, but I hold firm. "Let me finish. I don't want you second guessing my motives, especially when it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Whether I have plans for us or not, I asked you to do your chores now, not later. That is reason enough for you to do them. We've been through this before. And lastly, I don't know what's up, but if this is about not wanting to go out, then that's fine. But you need to tell me now if that's the case, so that we can let your friends know ahead of time."

"I'm fine!" She interjected, losing her patience at being lectured. "I'm just fucking tired from working all week, and I just wanted to rest before leaving, not run around the house and try to finish everything beforehand. You know that I can do my chores later, and you're just purposely being a dick and making me do them now, just because."

"I'm not being a dick, and you are starting to walk on thin ice young lady. This isn't out of the blue by any means. I told you yesterday to do them early, and even if I didn't I'd still expect you to finish them when I ask."

Ashley started to argue again, but I interjected. "That's enough, princess. You can do them now, or I can give you a few red stripes with my belt to wear while you do them in five minutes. Your choice."

She looked down at her hands, balled slightly into fists, appearing to weigh the cost of pushing further. Then, with a sigh, she stood up and sulked off to start her tasks.

The bedroom door opens and shakes me from my thoughts. I smile and lean my head back against the door frame as Ashley emerges from the bedroom, looking adorable as ever. I open the door for her and can only sigh at the look of irritation she shoots me. We make our way down to the car and soon we are on our way.

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I was hoping things would improve upon getting to the bowling alley and meeting up with her friends, but unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case. As we met up with our small group and made our way to our lanes, Ashley started to smile and joke around with our companions, and I thought that the attitude from this morning might have drifted away in the spirit of friendly competition. However, it became quite evident that she was still holding some animosity towards me for making her do the chores early. It started off innocently enough, a joke at my expense on an bad roll, a snide comment at a missed spare. As the game rolled on, however, it was becoming quite clear that she was using the game as an excuse to vent and take her frustrations out on me. Towards the middle of the first game, her behavior started to draw curious glances and attention from the others in our group, as they noticed quite a few times when she would deliberately ignore a question or statement I made to her, or pick up on the biting tone in her voice as she made her 'joking' banter. As the first game entered its final rounds, and while everyone else was suitably distracted, I leaned over close to Ashley and whispered in her ear.

"If you think being surrounded by your friends is somehow going to save you from being punished, you are sorely mistaken." I warn.

It appeared as if she was going to ignore me again, but after a brief pause she responded. "Oh? Punished for what? I haven't done anything wrong..."

"Your disrespectful comments and attitude have been not only been noticed by me but by your friends as well. You are really asking to be disciplined."

She smiled sweetly. "But I don't have an attitude? I'm just joking around, there's nothing wrong with that, right?"

I glanced around to make sure our conversation is still private, then continue. "The fact that it may have started innocently is the only thing saving your butt right now. Whether it started intentionally or not, it has clearly turned disrespectful. So consider this your warning; no more 'jokes' or snide comments, and no more ignoring me when I ask you a question. You and I both know what you are doing, and I expect the thinly veiled insults to stop. And I expect you get your attitude under control quickly if you don't want to sleep on your stomach tonight."

As I stood to take my turn, I noticed Ashley visibly bristle at the threat, before scowling at me and turning her attention to her phone.

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It is now the second game, and after a brief break we decided to split into teams of 2. Naturally, Ashley and I are together, a fact that has not seemed to helped the ongoing situation. While her attitude hasn't improved whatsoever, Ash has stopped making her thinly veiled insults, opting to instead dejectedly scroll through her phone and ignore everyone else. A couple times, a friend has asked her if everything is alright, only to be met with the most minimal response and hand wave. My lighthearted attempts to get her focused and having fun with the game has been largely ignored.

The new team format has upped the competitive banter quite a bit. One of her friends scores a strike, and makes a playful boast about everyone else's chances of winning. My turn is next, and despite my best efforts, miss the spare by two pins. As I turn around, Ashley mockingly claps "Well, I know we have no chance of winning; my partner fucking sucks." She says it in a joking tone, but her eyes meet mine in a daring look.

I chuckle as I make my way to my seat. "Keep it up, princess. Any more sass from you and we'll have to take a quick time out." I lean back next to her, noting with satisfaction her look of embarrassment and anger at the clear hidden meaning to my comment.

I wait until the next player steps up, before whispering in her ear again. "You are walking on dangerously thin ice young lady."

She turns back to me, face still flushed with anger. "Whatever, I just wanna fucking go home." She whines, loud enough for a few friends nearby to hear and drawing some questioning looks.

I smile politely towards them, then grab her hand and squeeze lightly. "The game is halfway done, you can hold it together till then. We'll leave after that, but you are going to be fair to your friends and not be disrespectful to them either."

"What the fuck ever." She spits, leaning back in her seat and yanking her hand from my grasp.

I lean back in, my patience finally nearing it's limit. "Ashley, you will reign in this attitude right now, or you will be apologizing to your friends for your behavior, and you know what will be happening at home."

"The fuck I will!" she growls angrily, not bothering to lower her voice. She stands and storms off to the restroom, right as her turn comes around.

I sheepishly give an apologetic smile to her confused friends. I quickly bowl her round after three minutes roll by without her returning, and go to wait for her at the bathroom door under the guise of grabbing last minute snacks. As she walks back through the door, five minutes after leaving, I quietly catch her arm and look to make sure no one is glancing in our direction. Despite her anger, she gives me a look of resignation, and waits expectantly for the words she knows are coming.

"Young lady, that was highly inappropriate. The only reason I am not taking you out to the car right now to tan your hide is because we will be leaving in a few minutes. Rest assured, you will be getting a good spanking when we get home."

I let go of her arm and nod towards our lane. "We have only a few rounds to go. Any more slip ups or unwarranted comments, and the lesson you'll be receiving at home will get far worse. Understood?"

She looks at me for a few seconds, expression unreadable, before dejectedly walking back towards her seat. I stay behind to grab a few drinks from the vending machine and cool off, before rejoining the group.

The rest of the game goes surprisingly smoothly. Ashley opens up and talks to her friends a little more freely, still doing her best to ignore my presence. We stand outside the alley exchanging last minute conversation and goodbyes, and soon we are in the car going home. The ride to the apartment is quiet and charged with a tension; I can't tell if it's anger or resignation that keeps the argument at bay until we reach the door.

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I step inside the apartment, taking a brief moment to gather myself. Then I turn towards the girl beside me.

"Go to the bedroom, strip down to your panties, and bring me the lexan paddle and my belt." I command. Perhaps it's being confronted with the reality of what's about to happen, but whatever held back Ash's tongue in the car disappears in an instant.

"Oh, come the fuck on, Chris! I didn't fucking do anything wrong!" She stomps her foot, raising her voice as she gives me a look of pleading and anger.

"You've just earned extra. You want to go for even more, or are you going to do what you're told?" I ask plainly, arching an eyebrow.

Sighing to herself, but knowing further defiance will do her no good, she stomps off to the bedroom. I calmly take my coat off, and take one of the straight back chairs from the small table set in the corner. We've used this one occasionally for punishment, and its height makes it ideal for what have planned. I place in the most open space in the living area, and take a seat, waiting for her return.

About three minutes later, she emerges from the bedroom, implements in hand, wearing only her underwear. As she steps into the room and notices me sitting in the familiar chair, she groans and shoots me another pleading look.

"Come on," she whines, staying out of arms reach. "This is such a bullshit reaction! You are being ridiculously unreasonable."

I give her a firm, authoritative look, before pointing to the spot right in front of me. "You know the drill by now, princess. Right here; hand me the implements, then hands on your head, feet apart." When she doesn't immediately comply, I add "You have three seconds before I have you get the cane."

Shaking her head in irritation and nervous energy, she steps up and after only a slight hesitation, takes the correct stance. I meet her deep blue eyes with a steady, even gaze, before being with the proceedings.

"Ashley, I am extremely disappointed in your actions today. From arguing with me this morning, to your shenanigans just a while ago, you haven't tried to test my patience this bad since we first started this dynamic. What makes you think that anything you did today was okay?"

She flushes a bit at being lectured, but quickly retorts with her case. "What did I fucking do? I did your stupid chores even though there was no reason to do them, I was trying to have fun with my friends before you started getting all bitchy about a few jokes, and then you try to pin the whole thing on me like I'm the one with an attitude!"

"Are you implying that I did literally anything to justify your tantrum today?" I counter. "You gave me an attitude for reminding you of something I already asked of you last night, then tried to hide behind 'jokes' to dig at me near constantly. Then I gave you the benefit of the doubt, even though we both know what you were doing, and let you off with a warning and instructions to knock it off. And after all of that, you still managed to make things uncomfortable for your friends with your little uncalled for outburst during the second game."

"Because I was frustrated and wanted to leave! You don't seem to get that I'm not in a good mood today, I didn't even want to go out in the first place, and it's almost like you are trying to get me to act up and break a rule. I'm fucking tired and just wanted to relax, and instead you make me run around the goddamn house and do my chores far earlier than I need to, then give me shit for feeling aggravated and making a few comments."

I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Ash, I asked if you wanted to stay home before we left, and you said you were fine. If you were feeling aggravated and not one hundred percent, you could have told me and I would have come up with an excuse to head home earlier. What you instead did was try to push my buttons as much as possible, then get mad and throw a fit when I called you on it. There were so many more respectful ways you could have handled yourself that wouldn't end in a trip over my lap."

Ashley sneers, then looks away. "I doubt it. You probably already had it in your head to punish me after I gave you a completely reasonable defense of doing my chores later in the day. You don't have to lie about it."

I lean back in the chair, arching my eyebrow. "If that were the case, then I would have spanked your naughty ass the second you started with your little comments at the alley. Instead I gave you a warning and a second chance. Which you clearly didn't heed."

She rolls her eyes again. "Whatever, can we just get this over with? I wanna lay down for a bit before whatever your stupid 'plans' for tonight are. If they even existed in the first place."

I stretch in my seat and tap the paddle against my palm. "Oh, we'll be starting shortly. And yes, I still want to do what I originally planned to, but if you really aren't up for it, I won't force you. However, we both know that how you conducted yourself today was inappropriate and well deserving of punishment."

She doesn't respond, instead staring at her feet and shifting from side to side.

"Well, you don't agree? You still think after everything today that this punishment is unjustified?"

She remains quiet for a moment, before mumbling. "I'm sorry, okay? I maybe could have handled it better, but you act like I committed some grave offense. It wasn't even that bad."

I lean forward again. "Ash, we both know that you've earned this. I gave you clear instructions today, and you repeatedly and willfully push back against me at every turn. I'm hoping that this punishment reminds you of who has the final say here."

I straighten up in my seat, placing the clear lexan paddle to the side, and without any more preamble grasp the sides of Ashley's panties and pull them to her feet, smirking slightly at the flush of embarrassment flaring to her face at being bared. I then pat my lap and nod. "You know what to do."

Red faced and now anxious about what is about to happen, she steps to my right side and slowly bends over my knee. I take a brief moment to adjust her to my liking, before picking up the short paddle again and rubbing it across both her pale cheeks. This is the first time I've opted to use this particular paddle in punishment, and for a moment I'm thankful for it being clear, allowing me to see every detail of my work as it happens.

Tapping her butt with the implement, I ask the question that she knew was coming. "Why are you being spanked, Ashley?"

I wait a few moments for a response, but when it becomes clear I'm not getting one, I draw the paddle up and bring it slamming down across the center of her ass. A loud pop rings out, and a soft grunt escapes her lips. I bring it up again, and strike again, in the exact same place, harder than the first.

"I expect an answer, young lady." I note as the the third stroke rings out, a truly scorching strike, the sound reverberating through the room. She holds back a whine, trying to stay silent in a last act of defiance and pride.

"Fine then," I resolve, starting to bring the paddle down in regular intervals every second or two. "You wanna keep acting up even after it's earned you a trip over my knee? That's fine by me. Just remember that when you're struggling to sleep or put on pants the next few days. You are making this way harder than it has to be."

Loud smacks accompany my lecture. Ashley squirms over my lap, letting out a few gasps and groans, but seems determined to stay as quiet as possible during her spanking. Her hands ball up into fists as I land a harsh stroke to her left sit spot, and a lets out an involuntary groan. Noticing this, I rear the paddle up and spank that same spot three more times; harsh, whistling blows that shake the chair with their impact. I then give three more strikes to the same spot on the opposite cheek, drawing out the first loud whine of pain.

Two and a half minutes into her spanking, and her bottom is already turning a nice rosy shade of red. The clear lexan gives me a unobstructed look as I continue to blister her behind, allowing me to evenly met out her discipline. The cumulative effects of the paddle have started to take their toll, and Ashley can no longer take her punishment in silence despite her efforts. Short whines and yelps start to accompany the loud cracks of the implement, and I begin to increase the intensity, determined to make my point clear.

Four minutes into her spanking, and Ashley has started to lose her composure. Her hands, once balled up in front of her, have started to fly to her sides and her legs are flailing erratically at the building pain, leaving any thought of modesty a distant dream. Still, I continue resolutely paddling her ass, noting the first hints of deep red splashed across her now cherry colored bottom. I slow my pace again, taking between three to five seconds before bringing the paddle down with full force.

"You want to answer me now, young lady? Why are you being spanked?" I punctuate the sentence with another scorching blow to her sit spots, and she cries out in pain.

"Because... I argued with you... and then I was disrespectful...." She voice wavers, while she has avoiding outright crying, her words are shaky and I can see moisture around her eyes.

"Oh, so you can answer me." I muse, giving her another hard spank. "Had you done so when you were supposed to, you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble. I was only planning on touching you up with the belt after the paddling, but your defiance has me thinking you need a little more than a few spanks."

At the mention of the belt, Ashley's hands fly back to shield her bottom as the panic sets in. "Please! I'm sorry.... I won't do it again. Can we please be done?"

I pause for a moment, before setting the paddle down next to me and slowly standing her up. I stare firmly into her watering eyes before I speak.

"Ashley, I know you can get moody and have the urge to push against the boundaries I've set. While that's understandable, you need to realize that this is what happens when you cross the line. When I say stop, I mean stop. When I say do something now, I expect it done. There will be no more bargaining or trying to get around it. Otherwise this will happen again."

I move away, and point to the chair. "I want you to bend over the back of the chair, and grab the seat with both hands." I command. "Your hands come come off the chair, or fly back just once, and we start this from the beginning. You've already earned two full minutes of the belt. Lets try not to add any more."

She gives me one last look of pleading, but seeing the resolve in my eyes, she shivers in anticipation as she gingerly bends over the chair, wincing as the reddened skin of her bottom is stretched taut.

I pick up the belt, and give it one good snap, chuckling to myself as Ashley jumps in shock as if it stuck her. Deciding that waiting any longer is unnecessarily cruel, I set the timer on my phone and let the whipping commence.

For two whole minutes the apartment is filled with the sounds of leather biting defenseless flesh and a continuous stream of yelps and gasps from the now contrite girl. I am brutal and methodical in my technique, bringing the belt slowly from the top of her cheeks down to her sit spots and upper thighs, before pulling back up and starting the trip back down again. Ashley dances, kicks, and stomps her legs at the onslaught of punishing leather, but the fear of earning even more time keeps her hands firmly in place, her knuckles white as she desperately hangs on.

As the timer hits the two minute mark, I draw back, and with all my strength give her one last stroke across the middle of her cheeks. I then toss the belt to the couch and go to inspect my work.

I wasn't wrong when I warned she would feel this for days. Her cheeks are cherry red, small welts raised up from the edges of the paddle and bite of the belt. I tap her inner legs, motioning her to open her stance. Ashley lets out a groan of embarrassment, but eager to avoid any more punishment, complies. Long angry red stripes mark her upper thighs. I gently run my hand across the marked skin, noting where it is particularly sore, before running my hand down and lightly across her pussy, noting that despite the harsh punishment she is quite wet. I smirk, before removing my hand, chuckling silently at the quiet moan my touch elicited.

"Now princess, you are forgiven, but we aren't quite finished. I want you to stand in the corner for thirty minutes, and then you can decide if you are up to continuing with my plans for the evening." I gently help her up from the chair, and pull her into a silent hug, hoping she feels the affection I have for her in the embrace. She gently squeezes back, but doesn't meet my gaze, staring out with tear stricken eyes.

I release her from the hug, and point her towards the corner. With only a little hesitation, she shuffles over and takes her place in time out. I smile at the sight, then stretch back on the couch and rest my head back against the pillows, slowly come down from the adrenaline rush of punishment. Before I even realize, the time is up, and I motion for her to step out. She sniffles a bit, turns towards me as if to say something, before deciding against it and slowly shuffles off to the bedroom.

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A little over a half hour later, I hear soft footsteps from the hall leading to the bedroom. I've been laying on the couch, thinking about the events of the day while scrolling through my phone. I look up from my reverie, and see Ashley standing by the hall, looking at me with a hint of embarrassment, shifting back and forth on her feet.

"Hey." She states plainly, her voice soft.

I give her a gentle smile, placing my phone next to me on the table. "Hey." I respond, sitting up slightly.

We both stare at each other for a moment, a slight tension left over from the events just an hour before. I scoot over on the couch, making room for her to sit, and give her a playful pointed look. She rolls her eyes, but shuffles her way over to the couch, and gently sits down leaning against me slightly, carefully avoiding putting too much weight on her sore bottom. With a slight smirk, I pull her close to me, and we sit for a few minutes, silently cuddling together.

Finally, she breaks the silence with a yawn and a question. "Soooooo..... about those plans. What exactly were you planning on doing?" she asks with a playful nonchalance, flipping her hair over her shoulder and glancing quizzically at me.

"Oh, they are nothing major. I just knew this week was stressful for you, so I was going to spoil you a bit tonight." I explain.

"Oh? Spoil me? How so?" She asks.

"Well, after bowling, I was going to take you into the bedroom and play with you for a few minutes, then take you out to eat at the restaurant of your choice."

"Hmm. That sounds nice. I am kind of hungry. How were you going to play with me though? Sounds like you had something specific in mind." She questions, trying not to sound intrigued.

I smile knowingly at her for a second, before answering. "Well, I was planning on letting you have a few minutes with that new vibrator we just got; give it a nice test run."

"Interesting....." Ashley ponders. "Was that all you had planned?"

"No," I admit "I was going to take you out to the movies after dinner, and then when we finally got home I would strip you naked, lay you down on the bed, and fuck you until we're both too tired to continue. I imagine we'd be sleeping in for quite some time tomorrow."

"Huh. Sounds like an okay night, I guess..." she sighs, holding back a slight smile.

"Indeed." I agree. Then I wrap my arm tighter around her and pull her closer. "Well, I suppose if a certain little brat was still up for such a night, it'd still be possible. Though, I'll admit I'd have to change a minor detail."

"And what's that?" She frowns.

I hold her tight against me, and lower my voice slightly. "Well, after the movies, originally I planned on fucking you nice and slowly, easing and teasing the stress away until sleep takes us. However, after what transpired today, I'm afraid I have a bit of pent up frustration, and that will probably come out when I'm fucking you. I'm quite afraid for the future of our bed frame."

Ashley holds in a smile, thoughtfully considering my words. "Hmm, I guess some things can't be helped."

I nod, giving her a playful smirk. "Well, I'm going to go wash my face and use the bathroom. If a certain naughty girl is up for those plans, then I'd expect to find her on my bed, vibrator by her side, ready and waiting for me. Her choice." With that, I give her a quick kiss on the forehead, then lazily make my way to the restroom. It's only a few seconds after I close the door and turn the faucet that I here shuffling footsteps heading towards the bedroom. I smile to myself, then gently splash some water across my face. Things don't always go exactly how you plan them, but occasionally the stumbling blocks make the trip there all the more worth it.