Eyes of Dominance

Hopefully the first in a new series of stories. Warning, it's a long one.

It was almost one in the morning as Ally sat up in her bed, nestled within her pillows and absentmindedly flipped through her blog on her tablet, unable to sleep. Though she normally wanted to be at rest by this hour, she couldn't quite quell the racing of her mind, and so she sought solace in the endless scrolling of her dashboard. She could of course be working on classwork that she's put off for the past week, she offhandedly considered, but the bunched up blankets pooling around her waist were far too comfortable now, and actually sitting down to do work was far less therapeutic than numbly flicking through the countless posts in front of her.

The past few months had been trying for Ally. One might have not been able to tell, as from an outside perspective everything seemed quite normal for a girl in her mid twenties. She had a fairly healthy social life, held a steady job while taking classes for a new career, and up until recently had a functional if somewhat boring relationship. From an outside perspective, some might even envy her position, she mused. 

And yet, if she was honest, something fundamental was missing. Some desire deep within her ran unfulfilled, poisoning the relative comfy life she enjoyed. Or perhaps it was the coziness of her current life that was the problem, she silently cursed as she liked a post and continued scrolling. In many ways she was a strong, independent adult making her way in the world, unfettered by anyone. However, in many ways that unrestrained freedom was a curse.

She cursed silently as a familiar black and white image of a naughty girl upended over a man's lap flashed across her tablet screen, and a tingle of desire crept through the back of her mind and down to her center. Yes, though in many ways she loved her autonomy, it also brought her great frustration. She was a submissive girl at heart, if one with a heavy brat streak, and without anyone to rein her in, to help set boundaries and give her heart and mind order, she found herself wild. Her attitude was often out of control, and she found herself fighting constantly with those she considered friends for no good reason, her sleeping cycle was borderline nonexistent, her once immaculate grades were dipping, she found herself turning to alcohol far more than she used to, and her frustrations with her relationship led down a long spiral of events that eventually destroyed it. She likened herself to a leaf floating in the wind; free, yet without direction, aimless.

Ally had been around the online the kink community for quite some time, and even had a blog dedicated to the topic of naughty brats and the men that rein them in. Being caught in a vanilla relationship for so long, she needed some sort of outlet. She talked to quite a few dominants, though the majority she were never seriously interested. Most were either horny dudes hoping for a quick explicit picture to masturbate to, so called 'alphas' that she theorized got off on their own egos more than any woman, or guys with all the carefully crafted veneer of dominance but not much else under the surface. 

Another familiar picture scrolled through her feed, this time of a man snapping a belt in a matter of fact manner, and in combination with the building kinky thoughts and desire to relieve this stressful line of thinking, Ally almost unconsciously dipped one hand below the blankets and began to gently rub herself over her panties, feeling her breath hitch on contact. With her free hand, she quickly flipped to a bookmark she had saved, one of her favorite spanking stories, written by someone she knew quite well. 

Chris was a friend Ally met years back, and though at the time neither were yet aware of the other's sexual proclivities, they quickly feel into a flirtatious yet deep dynamic. This of course led to a very short fling, but life got in the way as it often does, and when they next reunited the moment had passed, and she had found herself in another relationship. They maintained infrequent contact over the years, learning many interesting things about each other in the process, but it had been months she had last seen him. As she found out in the years following their short relationship, he was a dominant and also ran a blog dedicated to his sexual desires and liked to write stories about his fantasies, often being about naughty girls learning their lesson over a man's knee.

As she pulled her panties to the side and began rubbing her clit, feeling her breathing becoming more labored as her eyes scanned through the words, her mind started to drift. Chris was naturally a reserved man, quite stoic and often giving off the impression of someone lost in thought. Usually mild mannered and polite, he wasn't exactly the immediate image one might conjure as dominant, but he carried a quiet resolve and conviction that hinted at what lied underneath.  

Ally moaned as she reached one of her favorite parts in the story, where the dominant protagonist, a clear stand in for Chris himself, scolds his naughty girlfriend as she stands nude in front of him, firing back arguments, her bratty and defiant attitude only making things worse for her soon to be well spanked bottom. Ally often imagined herself in her place, naked and quivering with anticipation as the narrator chided her for her bratty behavior, and promised to change her appalling attitude with a good old fashion spanking over his knee. She never had a chance to see this side of Chris in person, given the short duration of their romantic involvement, but that almost made it more tantalizing as she imagined it was him lecturing her.

A part of her felt bad about her past involvement with him, as over the years she did sort of string him along whilst she was involved with other guys, but she always justified it as needing an outlet from the sexual frustration of maintaining a vanilla relationship, and his writing and perspective often helped give her what she was missing out on. However, this behavior eventually led to a blow up argument between them, and since then they hadn't spoken in months. Ally still checked up on his blog semi-regularly, and though he still posted infrequently online, a piece of her missed his company.

Her train of thought was interrupted as she began to feel her orgasm build, her eyes darting through the words she knew so well, the part where the naughty girl finally breaks down into tears as the hairbrush blisters her bottom again and again. The tablet fell limp into the folds of the blanket as Ally tipped over the edge, imagining herself upturned over the knee, her ass cherry red as the sounds of the hairbrush branding her skin fill the room, broken only by her promises to be a good girl.

Slowly coming down from her orgasm, Ally groaned and kicked the blankets off the bed, sitting up and stumbling out of the dark of her room and into the dim hallway towards the restroom. As she stood at the sink and washed her hands and face, her previous thoughts of her unfulfilled desires returned to her. Why did she feel this way so frequently? Why had she relegated her kinky nature to late night masturbation sessions and secretive blogging for so long? She tried many times to forget about it or push it to the side, but it always slowly bled its way into her psyche, a constant reminder of the life she could have.

As she blearily made her way back to the comfort of her bed, pointedly ignoring the blinking digital clock plainly displaying the late hour, a thought slowly crept up in the back of her mind. It's a thought she's had quite a few times in recent weeks, one that she's always pushed away. But for whatever reason, whether from the after effects of her orgasm, the self reflective thoughts, or some other hidden cause, she felt herself more compelled than usual by its call. 

She sat at the edge of the bed, casually reading through the end of the story, as the protagonist and his now well chastised brat cuddle in aftercare, mulling over her decision. She was a little bit nervous, and a part of her didn't quite understand why she was considering this now of all times. But some part of her needed an outlet; someone to speak to someone about this, someone who would understand. Ally briefly worried about whether or not her reappearance would be reciprocated or even acknowledged, but in this moment that hardly seemed to matter. Picking up her phone, and scrolling through the contact list, she found the name she was looking for. She paused for a second and chuckled to herself, she barely even knew what she wanted to say, nor what she expected to hear. And yet, that same feeling excited her, and gave her the final push. Taking a quick breath, she steeled herself and began typing away.

Chris sat at his laptop, headset and microphone on, as he chatted with his group of online friends. Because of time zone differences, this wasn't an uncommon time for him to be up, as they commonly played online games together for hours, but tonight the games ended early and the light conversation was winding down as he casually browsed his blog. The jarring rumble of a phone on his bedside table shook him from his reverie. Quizzically he reached over and flipped it over, and froze as he saw the surprising name accompanying the text. 

He sighed, before calling a goodbye over the mic. "Alright guys, I'm heading out for the night. Take it easy!" The normal gaggle of good natured insults and goodbyes followed almost immediately, and Chris laughed lightly as he dropped out of the call. His mirth was soon replaced by a strong sense of trepidation as he picked up the phone and flipped to the text he just received, from Ally.

Ally: Hey. I know you're probably still mad at me, but are you by chance available this weekend? I kind of need to vent and talk about some things, and you've always been understanding. I know we haven't been on good terms, but I just feel the need to reach out.

Chris sighed and laid back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as his brain worked to process the message. Since they met, Ally had always been a touchy subject for him, especially this year given the circumstances, and this sudden reemergence out brought very mixed emotions.

On one end, he felt a sense of excitement and interest. Ally held a special place in Chris' heart, ever since their fling years ago. The playful back and forth of their dynamic made him feel alive in a way that little else ever did. Being an introvert by nature, he always had a harder time expressing himself in a real, authentic way to other people, yet she always seemed to cut through his defenses with her impassioned eyes, playful remarks, and mischievous smile. Even if they had never had a chance to engage in the kinky activities he often fantasized about, her personality was often the inspiration of many of his spanking stories. He couldn't deny that he deeply missed her since he last spoke to her.

And still, part of him was still very angry with her. For almost the entire length of their friendship, Chris had always valued their relationship very heavily. Ally however was far less consistent in their interactions. Sometimes, she considered him one of her best friends, talking to him most days of the week, bantering and playing with him in the way only a full blooded brat can, and often teasing at the possibility of rekindling their relationship. Othertimes, she would start an argument with him for seemingly no reason, decry their whole friendship as a sham, and cut contact with him for months if not years at a time. It didn't escape Chris's attention that the latter often occurred when she became involved in a new relationship.

Such was the circumstances of their last argument, after which he decided that as much as she meant to him, he wasn't going to wait around for her any longer. He had a few long distance play partners since then, and though he didn't feel for them the same way he felt for Ally, it was quite fulfilling in its own way.

And yet suddenly here she was, messaging him at nearly one thirty in the morning, and the bubbling emotional dichotomy he had somewhat successfully sidelined now demanded attention. 

Chris sighed and sat back up, resigning himself to his answer. Regardless of his anger towards her, he couldn't deny that he wanted to see her, even if it was just to validate his own feelings in some way. It wouldn't be right to turn her away without at least hearing what she has to say, he jokingly rationalized to himself.

Chris: I'm available tomorrow.

His fingers quickly tapped out the short message, and almost immediately the reply flashed back.

Ally: Cool! I'll be over sometime around four?

Chris: Sounds good.

With that, he sat back into his gray blankets and sighed, closing his eyes and allowing his warring thoughts to wash over him. He wasn't quite sure why she want to speak to him, but speculation did him little good, especially this late at night. He rolled over on to his side and slowly allowed sleep to claim him, his thoughts and desires for tomorrow's meeting tickling the back of his mind until unconsciousness came.

Ally sat on a small couch across from Chris in the small living room in the center of his apartment, animatedly catching him up on the last few months. Though he shared this apartment with his brother, they mostly worked opposite shifts, and as such the two would have the space to themselves until very late in the night. Ally was currently grateful for this, as the thoughts and struggles she kept bottled up all this time quickly came tumbling out in almost overwhelming fashion.

It started off quite cordially, with both Chris and Ally exchanging short, polite pleasantries at the door before sitting down. Ally noted that although he seemed happy to see her, he maintained a certain emotional distance, perhaps guarded and unsure of her motives. She guessed that she couldn't really fault him for that; she herself wasn't completely sure of her motivations here, though a part of her had a secret hope for the outcome. They sat down, and though she tried to mimic his dispassionate approach, her facade quickly melted under the onslaught of words and emotions currently flowing forth from her lips. What started as a measured talk about the past few months quickly turned into a rant about her past relationship, the feelings of sexual frustration within it, the meaningless fights with her friends, the struggles with her new coursework and sleep schedule, and the overall slow slip of her well being.

Chris sat on a small folding chair across from her, separated only by a small coffee table, nodding along and listening impassively. His expression barely changed as he leaned forward, resting his chin on folded hands and focused intently as she spoke, only really speaking to give short affirmation or ask for clarification. Ally was at first grateful for his relative silence, as it afforded her the opportunity to spill her heart out uninterrupted. But as the minutes rolled by, and topic after topic flew from her mouth, a part of her started to feel irritation at his unflinching gaze and pensive expression. She couldn't really place why, and tried to brush it off at first, but her emotions were running high, and she soon found herself stopping mid sentence to question him.

"I'm sorry, but do you have anything to say, or are you just going to sit and stare at me?" She stated rather accusingly.

His expression stayed neutral, but an eyebrow raised in an questioning manner. "I beg your pardon?"

"Y'know, I know I'm kind of ranting here, but it's kind of hard to tell if you even care or not if you're just going to sit there barely saying anything" she only half joked.

He chuckled softly, and appraised her with questioning eyes. "I care very much; that's why I'm giving you my undivided attention."

"Okay, but you have no thoughts to share? No questions, comments, or concerns?"

He casually leaned back in his chair dropping his hands into his lap, eyes never leaving hers. "I do actually. Why did you come to talk to me specifically, instead of one of your other friends?"

Ally was briefly taken aback. "What kind of question is that? We used to talk like this all the time; I figured you'd understand is all."

"I do, but is that really it?" He pressed. "It seems odd that I don't hear from you for months, and then suddenly you're in my living room and telling me all about how your struggles, and how they stem from a lack of accountability. You chose to speak to me about this, of all your friends, the one that shares your particular persuasion..." He trailed off leadingly.

".....And? Your point is?" Ally responded testily.

After a moment of consideration, he spoke. "Ally, you know me quite well, and I'm pretty sure you know what I'm going to say to all this" he stated plainly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, please enlighten me then. I must have missed something super important" she rolled her eyes and muttered.

Chris smirked. "How I've miss you...." he chuckled to himself.

But Ally pressed forward, emboldened. "No really, I really want to know what is so apparently obvious?" She sat back and crossed her arms across her chest, shooting him a challenging look.

He paused for but a moment, gathering his words. "Ally, you said it yourself; you lack discipline. You are quite capable of getting by on your own, but by your own admission you seem to need want more; someone other than yourself to hold you accountable. Without it, you start acting out. Your mood worsens, your attitude goes unchecked, and eventually it seems to lead to the kind of predicament you currently are in."

Ally felt a curious spike of adrenaline at the admonishment, but pushed it down as indignation quickly took over.

"Excuse me, I am extremely capable of 'getting by on my own.'"

"You most certainly are," he agreed "and yet still you are clearly unhappy with your current circumstances in some way. You just told me, in quite vivid detail, how unfulfilled you've been the past few months. And much of that seems linked to missing a figure in your life willing to hold you accountable."

She starts to object, fire in her eyes, but Chris quickly interjects with another question.

"Are you saying that's not what you want?"

Ally briefly paused, searching her mind for a retort, trying to find a biting way to shut him down, but her face slowly flushed as she realized that he was right. She did want it; she could lie and say that only became evident last night, but the truth is she knew it for far longer, only now was her need strong enough for drastic action.

Deciding not to give him the satisfaction of agreement, she instead switched focus. "Oh, I get it. What are you going to say next, that you're the perfect one to do it? You're gonna teach me some respect the old fashioned way? Get over yourself..." She yawned sarcastically, rolling her eyes as if the very idea was ludicrous.

"I didn't say that..." Chris smirked playfully.

"Oh, it wasn't implied?" Ally sighed as if she was couldn't be more bored, trying to mask her building nerves and excitement.

He leaned back in his chair, amused eyes never leaving her own. "Let me be very clear; were it up to me I'd have tanned your hide until sitting was a distant dream a long time ago, and would have to this day. This attitude of yours would earn you a trip across my knee daily if that's what it would take to reign you in."

Ally felt herself shiver at the first direct mention of spanking, but attempted to hide it by stretching lazily. "Really, you'd spank me right now? Assuming you'd have the balls, which I doubt, what makes you think that it would even do the trick? I doubt you'd even make me cry."

Chris leaned forward again, this time his smile one of warning. "Make no mistake, the only thing stopping me from turning your ass cherry red right this moment is that I don't yet have your consent to do so. Bu while it certainly would do you some good, I don't believe a single spanking will be enough to give you what you need, at least beyond the immediate. What I think you need is a long term disciplinarian to take you to task."

Ally crossed her arms and glared at him. "And what exactly would this disciplinarian do, exactly? Furthermore, why would I even bother considering that?"

His expression changed to one of amused thoughtfulness as he rubbed his chin. "Well, he'd set up a list of rules for you to follow, and then punish you accordingly when you inevitably step over the line. He wouldn't let you off the hook no matter how much you beg, plead, and whine." A small playful smile spread across his lips. "I imagine he'd enjoy his duty quite thoroughly. As for why you'd consider it, I believe it's clearly evident to both of us."

He leaned back again and arched an eyebrow, inviting a response, but all Ally did was continue to glare at him, determined not to give in that easily.

For a long moment, they held each others gaze in a silent a battle of wills, sizing each other up. A  pregnant pause dominated the room, only undercut by the soft muffled noise of the T.V in the bedroom. Finally, Ally broke the silence.

"And I suppose you think you are just the right person for the job?" she pressed again, trying to put the pressure back on him.

Chris smiled again. "Well, personally I think I am more than qualified for the job. The more pertinent question is, do you?"

She chuckled defensively. "Eh, I doubt it. Assuming you could even make me break a sweat, which is unlikely at best, you think I'll just let you put me over your knee and spank me on my bare ass, after all this time? We haven't hung out in months, and it's not like you're my boyfriend or anything."

"And you think I need to be your boyfriend to discipline you? Honestly, as much as I have a thing for bratty little girls, with your description of how bad your behavior has apparently been, I'm not sure I'd even trust you enough for that yet." He stated evenly.

"Yet?" Ally laughed in a questioning tone.

"As for your doubt, I very much assure you that I am quite capable of properly administering the discipline you desperately need. In fact, with your consent I'm quite willing to prove that point to you right now if needed."

Ally involuntarily squirmed lightly in her seat at the proposition, but determined to mask the roiling emotions in her chest, she put on a challenging expression and sat up straight. "Really? How surprising..."

Chris was back to his neutral expression, but Ally could plainly see the hint of excitement in his eyes. 

"Really" he responded coolly. "I have the will and desire to do so, and more than enough implements to choose from. Moreso, I have a feeling that this was the main reason for you choosing to come to me instead of another one of your friends. Because as much as you want to act coy and doubtful, I think you know I'll do it, and I think you want me to."

Ally chose not to respond, instead staring down at her now folded hands and tried to fight the blush on her cheeks. As much as she wanted to launch into a tirade against him and his stupid idea, she couldn't deny the truth in his words. She came here specifically for a reason, even if she wasn't sure at first if she'd give in to it. And yet, now as the proposition is laid bare before her, the nerves that she hid behind her fiery attitude now bubbled to the forefront of her mind. If she said yes, than she would be soon be taken over the lap of the man before her and spanked on her bare bottom, with the added prospect of it becoming a regular occurrence. He might even make her cry. It's a maddening proposal, one that shouldn't excite her nearly as much as it does. And yet...

"Say that, hypothetically, I agree to let you try. Also hypothetically, lets say that I also agree to this crazy disciplinarian thing. How would that work exactly?"

Chris stays silent for a brief moment, and because of his inscrutable expression Ally can't tell that if it's because he's thinking it over or if he's just amused by her weakening defenses. As she feels the indignant anger starting to rise again, he speaks.

"Well, hypothetically, should you agree we would have to deal with the offenses already committed, namely the things you have already confessed to me, as well as this attitude you've had since arriving here. I wou-"

"Alright, I haven't been that bad!" Ally blurted out, feeling the need to defend herself now that the future of her bottom was potentially on the line. "I haven't been that much of an asshole, you don't have to say it like that..."

Chris arcs an amused yet authoritative eyebrow, before continuing." I would take you into my room, put you over my knee, and give you a long, hard, bare bottom spanking until you're a contrite, sorry little girl. Hopefully you would start to take this more seriously afterwards, but I have no problem repeating this lesson should you continue to doubt my resolve."

He absentmindedly picks up the wooden hairbrush on the table in front of him, and Ally couldn't help but think of the possible uses of that item, and felt her stomach knot.

"Afterwards, we would have to create the list of rules you are to follow. I don't imagine we'd do that today, you'd have enough on your mind as is, so we would meet up in a few days and create the contract together. After that, you would be expected to follow all the rules of the contract, to the letter, or you would suffer a similar fate as today.  We would meet periodically to review your behavior, and mete out rewards or punishment as needed. In addition, should I feel an offense needs to be dealt immediately, I'd reserve the right to discipline you when needed, even outside of the scheduled sessions."

"All theoretically, of course." He smirks playfully.

Ally didn't look up, instead staring down towards his lap and occasionally taking glances at the hairbrush still in his hands, cursing her imagination for all the scenarios flashing through her brain. A part of her wanted to commit fully to her indignant persona and run right out the door, pausing only to throw a few parting insults. And yet she found herself still sitting Chris's couch, shyly playing with the fabric of her hoodie, squirming in her seat under his gaze and proposition. The decision was made quicker than she anticipated.

"Okay..."

Chris sat across from Ally, watching her deliberation intently. Although he was initially guarded at the start of their meeting, knowing from previous experiences not to have any expectations, the conversation escalated at a rapid pace and he found himself in an interesting predicament. While he had been working on getting over Ally for the past few months, he would be lying to himself if he said he still didn't have some feelings for her, and she was now sitting in front of him considering being spanked. He really thought it would do her some good, even beyond his own desire to administer it, and silently vowed to himself to take his task seriously, should she agree.

The answer came unexpectedly fast.

"Okay..." She muttered, her soft, almost shy voice in dire contrast to her previous mocking tone.

Chris felt a pulse of adrenaline course down his limbs at the sound of her decision, but pushed it down and instead kept his neutral expression.

"Okay? You didn't specify what exactly you are agreeing to?" He couldn't help the teasing tone of his words.

"You know what I'm saying okay too!" Ally snapped out of embarrassment, face adorably flushing red.

"I have an inkling." He teased, before his voice dropped into a more serious tone. "But I want you to ask me to do it. If we are to do this, from this point on, I want no mixed signals or facades. I want to know that you are well aware of what's about to happen, and I want to hear you ask me for it so that's no doubt to either of us as to whether or not you agree that you need it."

Ally, still blushing, didn't answer, instead opting to stare down at her foot tracing idle patterns across the carpet as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Chris could watch this bashful display all day if he could, but feeling the need to take control of the situation, he prodded again.

"Do you have something you want to ask me, young lady?" 

She angrily shot him a look of pleading, begging to forgo the formalities, but Chris was determined to get his answer, so he sat and stared back with a pointed look. He began to think that they would enter a stalemate again, but then Ally dropped her gaze back to the floor.

"Fine.... will you spank me?" She quietly asked, almost imperceptible.

Not quite satisfied, Chris leaned forward and spoke again. "A few things. First off, I barely heard you. When I ask you a question, I expect you to look at me and answer clearly. Second, you will refer to me as sir when I'm disciplining you. Now lets try that again; look at me and ask again, like you really mean it."

Ally squirmed in her seat, perhaps from trepidation, though the flush on her cheeks suggested another possibility. It took a few seconds, but she finally looked up, her eyes dancing with nervous energy. 

"Will you please spank me, sir?" she asked again, resigned to following his instructions.

Chris couldn't help but relish the site in front of him as she asked the question in her shy, bashful tone, her embarrassed body language contrasting with the barely hidden excitement in her eyes, a far cry from her previous combative and defiant attitude. He knew full well that her bratty demeanor would no doubt return soon enough. In fact he quite looked forward to it, as he found it much more fun to tame a willful and defiant girl. But this vulnerable and subdued side of her on display was just as enticing in its own way. He felt his arousal start to stir in earnest, and took a brief few seconds to commit this moment to memory.

"Yes, I certainly will."

Exhaling slowly to calm his nerves, he purposely stood and walked over to the girl on the couch, noting that her eyes widened as closed the distance between them. He placed his left hand on her shoulder, and gave her a final chance to back out.

"Ally, I'm going to take you into my room, where you will receive your punishment. This is your final chance to bow out. I really think this will be good for you, but I'm not going to force you into anything. If you follow me, it is of your own volition." 

Ally looked up at him, her face a mixture of emotions, before responding. "Let's see what you got; I hope you can back up all that talk..." she chuckled nervously to herself, before standing up and shooting him an expectant look.

"Very well. Follow me young lady." He wrapped his hand firmly around her upper right arm, not painfully but enough to show he meant business, and started leading her to the bedroom.

Oh god, this is really happening. Why did I agree to this; why did I open my stupid mouth and agree to this? Is this really happening?

Ally's thoughts moved a mile a minute as she was led down the short hallway towards the bedroom. Even though she was embarrassed to agree at the time, she was sure that this is what she wanted, what she needed to straighten herself out, at least in the short term. But the excitement and fantasy of it all started to give way to trepidation and nervousness as she followed along, the grip on her arm keeping her pace steady.

C'mon, I can do this! He's probably all talk anyway; I doubt he can even get me to shed a single tear! Unless he does.... Oh god, what if he does? What if he makes me cry over his knee like a little girl? Why do I want him to? This is so embarrassing...

Her inner turmoil briefly abated when they passed the threshold into Chris' bedroom. He let go of her arm and walked towards the closet, allowing Ally to take a brief moment to survey her surroundings. Chris' room wasn't very large, but as he didn't have much furniture outside his bed, pushed against the wall, and the T.V stand opposite it, there was a decent amount of floor space. Ally noted that there were a few fold up chairs lined up against the wall, and she couldn't help but speculate whether one of them would be placed in the center of the room for her punishment.

Chris opened the closet and began riffling through the contents. Ally felt her eyes widen like saucers as she noticed the multiple implements hanging from the hooks next to the clothes. She felt her heart rate jumps as he began pulling implements out, appraising them as if she wasn't standing right behind him.

"W-What are you doing?" she nervously stuttered, failing to keep her confident facade.

"Well, I'm debating which of these lovely implements I plan to use on you tonight." He mused, before pulling a delrin cane from the closet and giving it a light flick. "You're free to suggest one if you like..." he jokingly offered.

Ally was less than amused. "No, I think I'm fine, thank you."

Chris smiled, before placing the cane back onto it's hook. "Suit yourself; I personally find picking the right implement quite fun."

"Well, it's quite less fun when you're the one it's gonna be used on.." She stated with a huff. "Why do you have so many of these anyway? I knew you were a perv, but this is a bit much."

"Guilty," he chuckled "but it's fun to collect, and when a naughty girl comes to me in need of discipline, I can choose just the right one for the job."

"Hmm, I think pervert is the better explanation." She teased. Despite being confronted with multiple tools capable of turning her pale bottom a bright shade of red, a deep part of her felt the need to push back and sass him. It might not be the smartest move, but it gave her some degree of confidence back, and she found herself crossing her arms and giving him her best unimpressed expression.

For his part, Chris payed her no mind, taking a brief moment to appraise his collection, before selecting a small wooden paddle, only slightly larger than a hairbrush, and a long leather strap. 

Ally felt conflicted. The paddle didn't seem particularly scary compared to some of the other items in his collection, but the thick black strap made her stomach knot.

"Doesn't that seem a little excessive?" She questioned, trying her best to sound bored.

"You don't have to worry." Chris responded, folding his dark grey blanket back onto the bed to form an even space to sit. "Should you behave yourself during your spanking, you will only have to feel my hand and this paddle. The strap is there for if you start to act up and not follow instructions."

Ally was planning a smart ass remark, until she noticed that Chris was sitting on the bed, staring at her with an intense expression. She very quickly realized that the situation she found herself in resembled many of the stories Chris had written. Except this time, she wouldn't be experiencing those events from the safety of her room, hand between her thighs rubbing herself to orgasm. She was now the naughty girl about to get her bottom spanked. A nervous shimmer traveled down her spine, and a familiar dampness started to grow between her legs. 

"Ally, you know I care about you, even if we don't always see each other or are on good terms." Chris started. "I feel a certain degree of responsibility towards you, even if I necessarily shouldn't. So I'm going to take my role here very seriously, for both your benefit and mine."

He paused for a brief moment, and Ally felt her skin flush again. "Let me be very clear, you have more than earned this punishment. From what you've told me, and from what I've observed in our years as friends, you have a tendency to think you can do whatever you want, without consequence. I plan to put an end to that. Should you agree to a longer term arrangement, I will make sure that you are held accountable, at all times. You  will pick your grades up, you will go to bed at a timely hour, and you will lose the attitude. Failure to do so will earn you a spanking, among other disciplinary measures. You will get a taste of that right now."

Ally found herself looking down at her feet, fighting the embarrassed blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Have you, or have you not been acting out the past few months?" He questioned.

He clearly expect a response, but Ally couldn't bring herself to do it, her stubborn pride not allowing her to humiliate herself by admitting she deserved this. So she found herself kicking her foot into the carpet instead, not willing to answer but unable to come up with a retort.

"Trust me, you can study that carpet all you want in a few minutes when you're over my knee. I expect an answer young lady." He admonished.

Ally felt herself shiver at the reprimand, and the ache between her legs only increased.

"I-I..." she stumbled, hoping to delay the inevitable.

"Ally, look at me." His tone left no room for argument. Ally slowly met his stern expression and unflinching gaze.

"I mean, I haven't really been that bad. Maybe a little, but I-"

"Ally, yes or no. Have you not been acting out the past few months?" I asked again.

"...yes." She muttered under her breath.

"Yes sir, Ally. You don't want to earn the strap already." He warned.

"Yes... sir." She spit out.

"Do you think you can just do whatever you want without consequences?" He pressed.

Ally felt a sudden surge of anger, guilt, and humiliation. "Can you just fucking spank me and get it over with?" She snapped. "Enough with the fucking twenty questions!"

Chris only glared at her, and a heavy tension filled the room.

"You are lucky that I don't reach in that closet right now, grab my cane, and give you thirty strokes across the back of your thighs." he threatens. "This is exactly the attitude we are here to correct. Do not push me again. Now answer the question."

Ally felt herself relent, protecting her pride from being wounded from her scolding wasn't worth the threat of earning the cane on her first night of punishment.

"No, sir. I don't..."

"That's better. What happens to naughty girls who think they can do whatever they want?"

Ally felt the intense urge to give him a cheeky answer, but the strap sitting on the bed next to him and the previous threat of being caned won out.

"They get spanked, sir."

Chris nodded in self satisfaction. "That's right, they get spanked. That's exactly what's about to happen to you. I hope it makes you think twice about the way you've been behaving, and shows you how serious I will be in dealing with you should we move forward with this."

Seemingly satisfied with the lecture, Chris pointed in front of him, eyes never leaving hers. "Okay then. Stand in front of me with your hands on your head."

Ally shuffled her way over to him, her emotions roiling under her skin. Before she knew it she was standing right in front of his knees, hands locked behind her head.

This is really happening... she thought to herself again, before she felt his hands unhooking the button of her jeans, and panic struck as she registered that it was time to bare her bottom.

"Wait! Please don't pull them down..." She started pleading, squirming desperately to keep him from pulling her pants down. 

Chris looked up at her amused, briefly stopping his ministrations. "Ally, how many times have you read my stories?"

Ally briefly paused, her overactive mind clearly taken aback by the question. "I... can't say. A lot?" she offered, hoping it was a satisfactory answer.

"I imagine you fantasize about being the girl in those stories, bent over the knee and learning a painful lesson?" He prodded.

"N-no?" She lied, but Chris only arched an eyebrow.

"Okay, sometimes..." she admitted. When he continued to glare at her, she realized her mistake. "Sometimes, sir."

Chris smiles at her correction. "In all of those stories, has the naughty girl ever been allowed to keep her pants and panties on?"

"...No, sir" was all she could muster.

"So then you shouldn't have had any expectations of keeping them now. You knew what you were in for." He stated simply, as if nothing were more evident.

"But its humiliating!" She whined, resorting to begging.

"Good, it's supposed to be. A little bit of humiliation should do a naughty brat like you some good. Now stay still unless you want a strapping too." With no further debate, he tugged her jeans down to her ankles and helped her step out. When his hands reached for her panties, she groaned in embarrassment but didn't fight him, she can only gasp when she felt the damp fabric pull away from her heated flesh and felt the cool air brush between her thighs.

"Well now, someone is more excited than they're letting on." Chris teased, inspecting the slick wet streak lining Ally's panties. "You really are a naughty girl. I'll have to make sure I'm not going easy on you; can't have you getting off on your punishment."

Ally only whined and squirmed in place, trying unsuccessfully to shield her genitals from his view.

Chris smirked at the gesture, but said nothing more as he led her to his right side before unceremoniously pulling her over his lap. Ally felt her body tip forward until her midsection came to rest on his thighs. Her stomach twisted in anticipation as she felt him angling her to his liking, moving her hips to rest right above his right leg. She then felt a hand on the small of her back as she was tilted forward, her hips naturally rising above the rest of her body.

The effect was immediate. Ally's bottom was now high in the air, angled above the rest of her body, a vulnerable target. Ally squeezed her legs tightly together to try to preserve some modesty in this exposed position, but she heard him chuckle sadistically.

"Ally, keep your legs spread, your head down, and your ass up. That's the position I want you in for the duration of your spanking. Failure to hold that position will result in extra swats."

Ally's heart dropped. You can't be serious... "My legs?" Ally protested meekly. "But then you'll see everything..."

"Good." He answered. "Should this become a regular thing, I will be seeing quite plenty of you very often, so you might as well get use to it now." He tapped his hand on the back of her leg expectantly and waited. With a wave of embarrassment, Ally bowed her head and slowly opened her legs, feeling the open air caress her aching pussy.

Ally almost jumped when she felt Chris' hand start rubbing her bottom. She silently stared down at the carpet a foot from her face, knowing that she was seconds away from receiving the spanking she both desperately feared and desired. The hand gently kneaded and probed her flesh for a few moments, and Ally cursed under her breath and prayed he would get it over with soon, the anticipation was almost too much. Her wish was quickly answered when she felt a sudden harsh sting as the sound of hand on bare skin sounded through the bedroom for the first of many times.

The sharp tension and anticipation building in the room since the moment Chris led Ally here by the arm was shattered explosively by the crisp smack of his hand across her bottom. The spanking that she had needed all these months, the spanking Chris had wanted to give her since they met, had finally begun. 

Chris started methodically smacking Ally's bottom, starting slow with a hard but not overbearing pace. He spread the spanks around evenly, aiming to cover her whole ass in a pink, rosy hue and testing her for sensitive areas to focus on later. Ally remained relatively quiet through the opening smacks, letting the reverberating sound of the spanking echo around them. 

Chris continued this pace for about a minute before dropping his hand down towards Ally's sit spots, starting to amp up the intensity of the punishment, but careful to not do so too quickly and wearing her out before the spanking truly began.

As his hand started to focus on her lower cheeks and upper thighs, Ally began to show the first signs of discomfort, slightly stirring her hips and letting out small, almost imperceptible whimpers. A stinging slap to her upper inner thigh caused her buck and cross her legs, but in response Chris started landing punishing blows to the center of her cheeks.

"Don't go disobeying me right away, young lady. Your punishment has only just started. After all that shit talk it'd be a shame if I broke you right at the start" He teased.

"This, ow, is nothing. I hope this isn't all you got" she retorted, somehow finding the audacity to sass him during her spanking.

"Really now, this is nothing?" Chris chuckled to himself, amused, continuing the heavy assault on her bottom, noticing with satisfaction that the first splotches of lightly reddened skin had started to blossom on the center of each cheek. "Okay, we'll see how you feel about that in a few minutes." 

As the second minute of the spanking started to roll into the third, Chris started slowing down his tempo, giving multiple stinging spanks to one cheek only to land a full palm slap to the other, becoming less predictable in his technique. The change in rhythm started to show its effects on Ally, who couldn't help but gasp and groan when his hand landed on a sore, exposed spot of skin unexpectedly. An unexpected blow to her tender right sit spot caused her right hand to snap back and try to cover her bottom.

"Ow! Okay, you've had your fun, I think that's enough..." She sarcastically half laughed through the pain as she tried to push herself up. Only for her hand to be grasped at the wrist and pinned to her lower back, pushing her back down into position.

"Oh no you don't" Chris chided. "You've needed this for far too long to skip out early. You are going to stay right where you are and take your spanking like a good girl." He punctuated his point with rapid fire spanks to the same spot on her lower cheek, eliciting a series of whines from the girl now openly writhing in pain.

"Okay! Okay! I get it. I'm, OW.... I'm fucking sorry okay?" She groaned, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle her ass out of the way. Yet the smacks continued to rain down on her bare bottom.

"Hmm, that's something new to hear from you" Chris mused aloud, briefly pausing his onslaught and casually rubbed her bottom, noting with satisfaction the building heat emanating from the skin. "What exactly are you sorry for?"

Ally fell silent for a moment, and Chris could've swore he felt her pushing her ass back against his hand. Looks like someone is enjoying herself a little too much, he pondered. Finally she looked back over her shoulder towards him, a sly smirk on her face. "I'm sorry I thought you could actually make me cry."

Chris flashed her a dangerous smile, then immediately started to blister her bottom with increased vigor. Ally immediately started bucking under the renewed effort, and soon the apologies began in earnest.

"OW, fuck! Okay, I'm sorry! I was fucking joking! Ah, come on, not that hard!" She pleads, twisting and gyrating her hips across his lap. If modesty was ever a concern for her, it certainly wasn't a priority now as her wriggling displayed her feminine charms plainly. While his cock had been hard since the moment she bent over his lap, it now almost strained against him, jabbing almost uncomfortably against Ally's stomach as she twisted and turned. Clamping down on his growing desire, Chris continued his ministrations.

"No, no; you're right. I've clearly been taking it too easy on you. We'll just have to step it up a bit" He teased, the sound of his hand across her ass resembling gunshots in its volume. The effect was clearly being felt, as each spank was accompanied by pained grunt as Ally's resolve started to crumble. 

Chris gave her twenty five of these full strength smacks, before pausing for a moment and accessing the state of the girl across his knee. Ally laid tense on his lap, trying to catch her breath, using the brief respite to try to regain her composure. Turning to his right, he reached out and grabbed the wooden paddle resting on the bed, and touched it gently to her reddened flesh.

Ally jumped at the touch of the wood on her inflamed skin. "No! Please don't.... You win, I'm sorry okay?" She begged, looking back at him with wide, pleading eyes, faint traces of moisture building around the corners.

Chris met her gaze with authoritative determination. "Ally, you asked for this, and you will receive every bit as much as you deserve." He firmly press down near her shoulder blades with his elbow, ignoring the string of curses and promises as her bottom angled up to the perfect height for the paddle.

"By the end of this, I hope you learn that I am every bit as serious as I say I am. Because I have no issue doing all of this and more over and over again until you learn it." With that, he brought the paddle snapping down across the center of her cheeks, the loud distinctive pop of wood on skin filling the air.

Within the first few moments of the paddling, it was evident that Ally wasn't going to hold onto her pride for very long. Each lick of the implement elicited loud gasps, moans, and expletives as she flailed with desperation to escape her punishment. Chris had to exert far more energy holding her down, and a couple of times her kicking caused the paddle to miss its mark and glance of her legs.

"Hold still, young lady. This is what happens to naughty little brats who think they can get away with everything!" Chris scolded, pausing to forcefully reposition her over his knee before resuming his work.

"I'm sorry!" Ally started to sob. "I'll be a good girl! I'll get my grades up, I'll go to bed on time, I'll treat you with respect! Just please stop!"

"You will do all of those things," Chris agreed, having to raise his voice to be heard over the spanking and her cries. "But you will also take the rest of your spanking like the good girl you're promising to be. Don't make me use the strap on you."

"Noooo! Please not the strap! I'll be good.... OW! Please!" she cried, digging her free left hand into Chris' calf, hanging on as best she can.

Two minutes through the second half of the punishment, Chris could clearly see the results of his efforts. Ally's cheeks had turned a rosy red across the majority of her bottom, with spots of deep crimson and a little blistering. Ally had finally succumbed to the effects of the spanking, tears flowing freely as she now sobbed and yelped through the strokes. Chris figured he could probably stop soon, but he decided he wanted to make her remember this day for a long time.

Chris halted the swats and released her right wrist, leaning her forward so that the fullness of her body weight rested on his left leg. Then he hooked his right leg across the back of her thighs, pinning her legs in place. He wrapped his arm around her waist and started tapping the paddle against her well punished ass.

"Now Ally, we are going to finish up this punishment. You've got one more minute of the paddle, and these will be the most painful. Your hands are to remain in front of you for the duration of this last leg of spanking; if you try to block at all, we'll start over again, and you'll also be getting the strap. Do you understand?"

"Please..... no more..... I'll be good...." Ally sobbed into the carpet, the words hard to make out through her tears and ragged breaths.

"I sure hope so." Chris stated plainly. "Because if you're not, what can you expect to happen?" He waited patiently for an answer.

"I-I'll.... be spanked..." She whined with resignation.

"Yes you will be." He confirmed. "We are going to turn your behavior around. No more attitude, no more bad grades, no more unapproved late nights, no more using people. You are going to learn to be a good girl, one way or another." He reared back with his right arm, and let the final minute begin.

Ally wailed throughout the last leg of her spanking. Thoroughly pinned in place, and under the threat of an even more severe penalty, she could only cry and hold Chris's leg as the paddle mercilessly crashed down. Chris focused the majority of his efforts on her sit spots, determined to have her wincing every time she sat for the next few days. His arm burned with exhaustion as he gave every ounce of strength he had to finishing this spanking with a crescendo.

The paddle clattered to the floor as the punishment came to an sudden end. Chris gingerly unhooked his leg from Ally's and propped her hips back onto his right leg. Ally, completely spent, laid over his lap sobbing, her legs limp and splayed wide, modesty completely forgotten. Chris gently rubbed her bottom, helping ease the sting while also inspecting the results of his efforts.

It'll be awhile before she's sitting comfortably, he noted to himself. As he inspected the damage, his hand slipped lower than intended, and a finger brushed against her labia. Chris pulled his hand back up, almost apologetically, but noticed the slickness immediately. Looking down at Ally, and noticing no response, his curiosity grew, and he gently spread her wider to inspect.

Ally's arousal was immediately evident; the skin around her pussy flushed and slick with her juices. Although she didn't seem to react to his probing, her hips gently rocked back and forth as if she wanted to be touched. Growing more emboldened, Chris gently pried her cheeks apart, revealing even more of her weeping folds, and higher up the small crinkle of her anus. His fingers drifted and lightly probed her inner cheek. Chris had always found Ally insanely attractive, but as she was now, over his knee sobbing with a bright red ass, her most intimate orifices on display to him, she was borderline irresistible. He started to wonder just how lovely she might look to him with sharp, thin lines from his cane adorning her bottom, raised uneven welts from a session with his strap, perhaps even a nice, large plug shoved deep inside her ass. 

So many possibilities. Should this continue, I am going to be having quite a bit of fun with this girl.

However, knowing that right now his responsibility came before his sadistic pleasure, he released her cheeks and patted Ally's butt twice, causing her to jump unexpectedly.

"Okay, you can stand up."

Ally nodded, then slowly pushed herself to her feet. She had managed to stop crying, but tear streaks lined her cheeks, and she had yet to fully catch her breath. One of her hands reached back to rub her swollen skin, but she yelped and retracted it when Chris quickly swatted her ass in response.

"No rubbing until you are done your corner time." Ally started to complain, but he immediately cut her off. "I still have my strap out, young lady. Do you wanna push your luck?"

Ally blushed a little and looked down. "No, sir."

"Good girl. Now I want you in that corner for thirty minutes. No complaining, no rubbing, no fidgeting. I won't hesitate to put you right back over my knee. Do you understand?"

Ally met his gaze with an inscrutable expression. There was embarrassment, shame, a little bit of guilt, and yet, something else.  Lust? Wanting? Chris pondered it for but a moment, but then she responded. 

"Yes sir." Without waiting for further instruction, she shuffled her way to the far side of the room, placing her hands on her head as her nose gently touched the corner. Chris sat on the bed for a few minutes, studying the site before him and memorizing every detail, before leaning back against the headboard and allowing himself to slowly come down from the excitement of the day.

Hot, sticky breath puffed back against Ally's cheeks as she stood uncomfortably in the corner, trying her best not to squirm as the fire on her bottom continued to smolder. Her mind was a mess of emotions and thoughts, all centered around one repeating phrase.

I just got spanked.

The punishment had not been unbearable upon it's opening moments. While his hand had stung, Ally was able to bear it quite well, and the brat within her even found the need to antagonize him in an attempt to salvage some dignity. However, as the minutes rolled by, and the swats got harder, she couldn't help but start to vocalize her discomfort, hard as she tried.

And then the paddle started working its magic, and Ally couldn't hold it together any longer. She wasn't sure what it was; the pain was obviously a factor, but Ally believed that she could take a more severe spanking than that. Perhaps it was the embarrassment, the guilt, or a cocktail of them all mixed into one. But once the tears started, she couldn't hold them back.

I just got spanked, Ally repeated to herself. Chris bared my bottom, pulled me over his lap, and spanked me to tears, just like he said he would. And I cried. And he saw everything. And now my nose is in the corner like a naughty little girl.

Ally's thoughts ran wild, but she was still cognizant of her position. She knew her bare ass was still on display for all to see, and would be for quite some time; she had tried to count the minutes but quickly lost track in her jumbled thoughts. The fact that he was probably staring at her well punished ass right this second was excruciatingly humiliating, as well as extremely erotic, as her embarrassingly wet pussy duly reminded her.

She was quite aware of the fact that he had seen near every inch of her most private regions during the spanking, and afterword when he inspected her so intimately. She had so badly wanted him to touch her in that moment, give her the release her body desperately craved. The pressure of his obviously hard cock pressing against her during the spanking only heightened her arousal. However, now that her face was pushed against the walls and her punished bottom was visible in such a matter of fact manner, she started to dread the moment when she would be called out.

What would he think of her now? She thought back to all the shit she talked when she arrived; how could she face him after being humbled in such a humiliating fashion? She cursed her body as a wave of longing pulsed in her nether regions at the thought. There was no use worrying about it, he would call her out soon enough, and she would have to face him regardless.

"Ally, come here." The command came slightly longer than she anticipated. With a resigned sigh, she turned to see him sitting at the edge of the bed near the headboard, tapping the space next to him. She expected to see a smug, self satisfied smirk on his face, a reflection of the embarrassment she felt. But instead he wore a warm, somewhat sympathetic smile. She looked across to him and arched a curious eyebrow.

"I might be your disciplinarian, but I'm still your friend. Sit with me for a bit." He prodded.

Ally didn't need much convincing. She made her way to his side, and gingerly eased herself on to the mattress, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest as she settled. She felt his arm wrap snugly around her shoulders.

"I guess this is my life now..." She half jokingly whined into his shirt.

She felt Chris' arm squeeze her in support. "I guess so." He chuckled lightly. "We'll worry about the details another day." With that, they sat in comfortable silence.

Eventually, the time for her to return home arrived. Chris handed Ally her jeans and panties, crumbled on the floor, and watched with an amused smirk as she danced and winced as she pulled them up over her tanned hide. She walked behind him to the door, feeling awkward now that she was dressed and about to leave back into the world. But before she could open the door and squeeze out a goodbye, she felt his hand on her shoulder, and suddenly feeling very shy she turned back towards him.

"Ally, I know we haven't laid out your official rules yet, but I want you to start acting like we have for the next few days. Go to bed at a reasonable hour, make sure to study your coursework, think about what you say before you say it." He held her gaze knowingly.

Feeling her inner brat working her way back to the surface, she rolled her eyes and smirked. "Hmm, maybe..." she teased. "I really hope you don't expect me to roll over and shower you with 'yes sir's."

Chris' eyes flashed with amusement. "Well, can't say I don't enjoy the mental image."

He opened the door for her. As she passed through the threshold, he called out to her. 

"Be good. Don't spend all night masturbating." He winked.

A fresh wave of embarrassment hit her. Trying to take it in stride, she turned around with a sarcastic laugh, flipping him off. He only smiled warmly in response, before shutting the door.

Later that night, Ally sat up in bed, scrolling through her blog on her tablet. It was getting late, and Chris's unofficial order to go to bed rang in her mind, but she had an urge to satiate. Her fingers deftly found the link they were looking for, and with a quick tap her favorite spanking story flashed back on the dim screen. 

She leaned back, wincing as her still sore bottom rubbed against the sheets, and dipped her free hand down past the blankets to her aching pussy. She moaned as the fingers worked up and down her slit before pushing one inside her. Her eyes skimmed through the words, but instead of imagining the scenario she knew so well, she instead found her mind vividly flashing back to the events of the day. When the naughty girl in the story was being scolded, she thought back to herself shuffling in place, waiting with anticipation for her spanking to start. When the girl in the story was finally brought to tears, she perfectly recalled the sting of the paddle cracking against her skin. And when the girl is sent to the corner, she remembered her own quiet reflection, how her bottom was embarrassingly on display, her fervent thoughts, the wetness between her legs.

As she felt her orgasm building, she thought back to the words Chris said when she left. Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt me, she reasoned, wondering just what he'd do if he caught her. As her orgasm washed over her and her moans filled the air, Ally knew even with her new arrangement, she just can't help being a brat.