Eyes of Dominance

The second installment of Her Disciplinarian. Here is a link to the first one. Warning, another long one.

Ally sighed in exhaustion as she kicked open the door to her room and flopped face down on the bed. Fridays always proved to be draining, with work early in the morning followed by class right after. Yet despite her utter lack of energy Ally felt content as felt her phone buzz in her pocket, almost certainly her best friend Brooke texting her to confirm their plans to go out tonight and raise mischief at the local bars. With no papers to work on, and no familial obligations, she had the weekend almost completely to her self.

Almost. She corrected herself, glancing down at her bedside table, thinking of the sheet of paper hidden inside the drawer. Feeling the familiar compulsion, she slid open the drawer and pulled out the printed sheet, neatly folded inside the cover of the mostly empty journal inside.

She flipped onto her back, nervously glancing through her open bedroom door as if to check if anyone was home. Ally currently lived with her family, but they were often out during the weekends, leaving the house to her. Reminding herself that she'd be the only one home for the next few days, she smiled and ran her eyes over the printed sheet, reading the words to herself for what must've been the twentieth time since last week.

Ally's Discipline Contract: Rules

It was almost a week ago that Ally had gotten her bottom spanked by her old friend Chris. The memory felt surreal to her, like it had happened in a dream, and yet she could remember every moment with  perfect clarity. Ally had afterword agreed that a more long term disciplinary contract might help get her life back on track, and give her some peace of mind she sorely lacked on her own.

They met up on Tuesday, two days after her first punishment to finalize the details of their agreement, particularly the list of rules Ally would now be expected to follow. Ally had been initially extremely embarrassed to see Chris again, the memory of her spanking fresh in her mind, and a small part of her was afraid that he would treat her somehow differently than normal, or hold his new position over her head. But he was nothing but friendly and cordial as always, and other than some light teasing and banter the punishment itself rarely came up.

Over the course of two hours they together came up with a starting set of rules for Ally to abide. While the list was not final by any means, it was a basic ruleset designed to curtail her current behavioral failings, and Chris made clear that additional rules would be added as needed in the coming weeks and months. Ally read down list like she had so many times since receiving it.

1. I will not disrespect, disobey, or needlessly argue with my disciplinarian. He has the final say in all matters of my discipline. He has the authority to punish me as he sees fit, for any potential misbehavior, even if it isn't expressly outlined in the rules.

2. I will follow all the following rules both to the letter and in spirit; knowingly trying to abuse loopholes and exceptions will lead to punishment.

3. I will not let my attitude get out of hand. I will keep an even head and not needlessly cause fights or drama with my friends or others, and especially with my disciplinarian.

4. I will clean my bedroom twice a week, on Tuesday and Saturday. I will send my disciplinarian a picture of the cleaned room by the agreed time; 5PM on Tuesday, 11AM on Saturday. A piece of paper with a phrase he picks out will be clearly visible in the picture to prevent faking.

5. I will not score below a B+ on any of college assignments. I will go over my schoolwork with my disciplinarian on the scheduled review days.

6. I will go to bed by 11PM on weekdays, and by 1AM on weekends. If I require an exception, I am to request it beforehand, preferably at least 24 hours prior.

Ally blushed as she read over the rules; she found it particularly embarrassing that it was written from her perspective, but Chris felt it would make the list feel more personal and help establish their new dynamic more concretely. Ally had agreed at the moment, but every time she read them over a shiver of nerves would run down her spine as she imagined reciting them out loud for him, and it was both exciting and humiliating at the same time.

Another buzz in her back pocket made her jump in surprise, before she laughed at her nervous reaction and quickly folded the paper neatly up and stowed it back inside the journal. Her fingers quickly typed out a response to Brooke, assuring her that she'll be ready for the night ahead. Then, fighting her exhausted body, she stood and made her way to the bathroom, stepping over the scattered books and piles of clothes, and disrobed as she started the shower.

As she stood under the warm drizzle of water, her mind drifted back to her punishment last Sunday afternoon. In a way, she hadn't really stopped thinking about it since it happened; she had spent the last few nights vividly reliving the details with her vibrator between her legs. While the experience was humbling, very painful, and not one she'd admit wanting to repeat, she often found herself wondering when the next time she would end up over Chris's knee. She absentmindedly ran the shampoo through her hair as she daydreamed up likely scenarios. What position would she end up in, what would be the offense, which implement from his collection would she be chastised with? Would it be sometime soon, or would she have to wait, having the threat hang over her head for months?

Ally sighed, a slight smile creeping across her face. She thought it was a little odd to be borderline fantasizing about potential future punishments. But she couldn't help how the speculation made her heart pump with adrenaline and desire.

I wonder just how much he'll let me get away with...  I know he seemed pretty serious about all this, but we both know the effect I have on him, and I can be very persuasive when I want to. Honestly, as long as I don't do anything to really piss him off, I can probably talk my way out of any serious consequences. And hey, if my fantasies get a little stale, all I have to do is 'accidentally' break a few rules to feel the real thing if I want.

Ally felt a bit guilty about her half-hearted scheming, and the submissive in her hoped that Chris wouldn't let her off the hook so easily. Still, her bratty side wanted nothing more than to push back against her new limits, and force him to prove his worth as her new disciplinarian. She knew from their encounter last Sunday that he was quite capable of giving an effective spanking, but she wondered if he had the patience and resolve to hold her to this new commitment long term.

Ally finished up in the shower and quickly toweled off. On her way back to her bedroom, she heard her phone buzz again on the bedside table. Cursing as she almost tripped over the clutter surrounding her bed, she reached down to grab the phone, ready to laugh at Brooke's reply, but as she brought the screen up to her face she was instead surprised by a different name.

Chris: Hope your week was good! I trust you've been behaving yourself?

Ally smiled to herself and sat back onto her bed, taking but a moment before typing a playful response.

Ally: Maybe, maybe not. What's it to you?

A few seconds passed before her phone buzzed again in reply.

Chris: Oh, I'm just curious if I'm going to have to break out my belt on Sunday. Based on your reply, I'm assuming it's a strong possibility.

Ally: Sorry to disappoint, but I've been nothing but a perfect angel. Got an A on my test today, and just got paid; going out to celebrate my excellent week tonight with Brooke.

Chris: That sounds like quite the recipe for trouble. Well, make sure you aren't out too late; you've got a bedtime now, and I don't want you to give me any excuses about your room not being clean tomorrow because you're too hungover to do it properly.

Ally: Excuse me, sir, my room is spotless. I'm honestly hurt that you'd think otherwise.

Ally hit the send key, then sheepishly glanced around the whirlwind of a bedroom surrounding her. Clutter permeated every corner of the space. Clothes were haphazardly strewn about, forming clumps and small piles all around her bed and in a ring surrounding the bottom of her overflowing hamper. Schoolbooks sat in uneven stacks near her desk and schoolbag, and the surface of the desk itself was covered in papers and opened notebooks. 

Ally grimaced; while she was normally orderly in her professional and academic life, she never had a knack for domestic cleanliness. Under her new rules she only had to clean up twice a week, on Tuesdays and Saturdays, but because the rules were only just put into place on this Tuesday, this was the first time she was actually obligated to follow the rule. Her phone vibrated again.

Chris: Is that so? Well then, send me a picture of it right now, and if it's truly up to standards then I'll apologize. 

Even though she was alone, Ally rolled her eyes and slightly pouted at the phone as she responded.

Ally: Okay, it's almost spotless. But it'll take 15 minutes, 30 at most, to finish up.

Chris: Right.... Well, if I were you, I'd do that touching up tonight before you leave and not wait until tomorrow. That way it's done with early and all you need to do is send me the picture tomorrow.

Ally: I just got done work and class.... yeah no thanks, I'll wait till tomorrow if you don't mind. Plus, Brooke's gonna be here at any moment, and I still gotta get ready.

Ally guiltily smiled to herself; technically Brooke wouldn't be over for another hour, but strictly speaking Chris didn't need to know that.

Chris: Okay, just be aware that I expect to see a picture of that room spotless before 11am, and not a second after. You've had all week to do it; I want no excuses. 

Ally: *Sigh* Yes sir...

Ally set the phone down on the bed, and frowned as she studied the room around her. It had been quite a few weeks since her room was properly straightened up, and would probably take her over an hour to clean everything up to the standard she imagined Chris would want. For but a brief moment she regretted putting this off until the last moment. Ally found herself standing up and almost unconsciously folding a pair of jeans hanging across her desk chair. But quickly her regret turned to irritation, and a surge of anger rose to the surface.

Who does he think he is, trying to tell me what I should be doing? I've been busting my ass all week, it's Friday night, and he has the nerve to tell be to clean my room? Sorry, but this shit can wait, tonight is my night to have a good time. And cleaning my goddamn room is not exactly my idea of fun. Besides, it's not like it'll take me all that long tomorrow; all I have to do is get up a little earlier than usual.

Full of newfound indignation, she symbolically tossed the pants to the floor and made her way to her closet, fishing through the remaining clothes not scattered around her room. Although Chris's suggestion was merely that, a suggestion, it struck a nerve with Ally's pride. She picked out an outfit and laid it out on the bed, then began to brush her hair. If she was going to do one thing tonight, it was going to be having a fucking blast with her best friend, responsibilities be damned!

A splitting headache met Ally as she slowly and painfully roused from the stupor of sleep. She groaned as her bleary vision slowly swam into partial focus. The blinding light streaming through her window didn't help her feeling of disorientation. She stretched her aching limbs and yawned loudly, kicking to free her tangled legs from the contorted blankets grasping them. 

Fuck, what the hell happened last night?

Ally leaned back against her pillow and closed her eyes, mercifully shutting out the piercing rays of the sun, and tried to remember the events leading to her less than ideal awakening. She remembered getting dressed, catching a ride downtown with Brooke, brief flashes of her favorite bar and shot glasses.  Ally tried to focus on the details, but anything more concrete evaded her at the moment, and she sighed in irritation.

I guess I'll have to text Brooke later for the details. Must've been a fun one if getting up is this difficult.

She found herself grinning, and with a little bit of effort lazily stumbled to her feet. She made her way to the door, cursing as she almost tripped over her backpack, and walked down the hall to the kitchen where she filled up a glass of water. Sitting on the kitchen counter, she leaned back against the cabinets and sipped from her glass, thankful that she was off and had the house to herself this weekend. A quiet day to herself with no responsibilities sounded like the perfect way to recover from whatever went down last night.

Still, as she sat there on the counter, swinging her legs and feeling content if not a little off balance, an uneasy feeling gnawed at the back of her mind, as if trying to warn her of something. She tried to shake it off, but the feeling of urgency tugged at her conscious. 

I doubt she's up this early, but I should probably text Brooke anyway just to make sure I didn't do anything dumb or embarrassing; maybe that's what has me feeling off..... wait, what time is it anyway?

She pondered the question innocently for but a moment, before clarity hit her like a tidal wave. With a loud curse, she jumped down from the counter, running back down the hall to her bedroom.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Ally swung open the door to her room, eyes locking on the digital clock next to her bed.

12:45.

Ally panicked and started throwing clothes on top of her already overflowing hamper in desperation. When it became apparent that wasn't going to work, she started grabbing anything she could and started shoving it into the bottom of her closet. Suddenly, she heard the buzz of her phone on the table, and her body froze up. Anticipation built as she slowly crept over to the device, and read the message on the screen.

Brooke: Morning babe! Hope you're not too out of it. Things got pretty crazy last night, can't remember much after the 2nd bar, you'll have to fill me in! Text me when you're up!

Ally sighed in relief, but the pit in her stomach returned almost immediately as she scrolled down and noticed a trio of unread messages. The first was sent at 9:58.

Chris: Hey brat, hope last night was fun! Just wanted to send you a quick reminder so you don't forget to send that picture of your spotless room.

The next text came a little over an hour later, at 11:05.

Chris: Ally, isn't there something you should've sent me by now?

The final, most damning message was sent thirty minutes after that, at 11:36.

Chris: Young lady, I'm still looking through my messages, and I seem to be lacking the agreed upon picture. It seems like I was correct in assuming I would need my belt tomorrow. Do you have anything to say for yourself?

Ally cursed, but she wouldn't give in to her fate that easily. She quickly dropped the phone and went back to stuffing any stray item into somewhere it couldn't easily be seen; in the closet, under the bed, outside the door, as long as it wouldn't be seen in a wide shot picture of the room. For fifteen minutes she labored as her still hungover body screamed at her for relief, before finally reaching a point she could argue being passable. She quickly grabbed her phone, stood in the doorway, and took a quick picture.

She then flipped to her messages, took a quick breath to fight her building nerves and get in the correct head space to sell this, then sent a text.

Ally: Oh, sorry! I had everything ready earlier this morning, but I had an important phone call and it slipped my mind! Won't happen again!

She sent the picture and waited for the reply, hoping that he wouldn't question it and let her off the hook. Her screen flash with a message just a minute later.

Chris: Ally, I sent you three messages, and yet I'm only now getting a reply, two hours later?

Ally: Yeah, sorry about that; I left my phone in the other room. I only just got the chance to look at it.

Two minutes went by, and Ally sat at the edge of her bed, all too aware of her growing anxious fidgeting. The phone vibrated in her hand.

Chris: Ally, I've known you a long time, and I know how glued to that phone you are. You are telling me that you had a phone call, then set the phone down for at least 3 hours, based on the first time I texted you, without looking at it or messaging anyone else at least once?

Ally felt the noose tightening around her, but rather than admit guilt, she leaned into the deception harder.

Ally: Yeah, I was busy working on a paper, and I wasn't focusing. It really shouldn't matter; I sent you the picture, and everything is obviously pretty clean, so what's the big deal I forgot to send it earlier?

Five minutes went by without a response, and Ally's stomach was twisted in nerves and a hint of guilt. She thought her lie was quite believable, and yet she grew more nervous as the seconds ticked by without a pardoning reply. She knew that regardless of the reason, she had technically broken the rules, but between this being the first week of their new dynamic, and her giving him what he wanted, even if it was a little late, would be enough to warrant only a warning.

Finally, the phone lit up, and Ally rushed to open it.

Chris: Ally, it is a big deal. Getting distracted is not a valid excuse to not follow the rules. While you may be telling me the truth, it seems equally as likely that you either forgot to clean up until it was too late, or you slept in way too late and are only now able to respond. Whatever the truth is, the fact remains that you were supposed to send me a picture of your cleaned room at 11, and I'm now only getting it at 1. You know what has to happen.

Ally groaned in exasperation.

Ally: That's not fucking fair, Chris! I'm telling you the goddamn truth, and it shouldn't even matter since I did the stupid chore anyway. Even if I technically broke the rules, don't you think a warning is far more fair? It's only 2 hours...

Ally wasn't quite sure why, but rather than feeling guilty and accepting her punishment, she instead felt a surge of anger. For all he knew, all she was guilty of was forgetting to send him proof of the thing she obviously already did. It seemed unreasonable to punish her over a technicality. The fact that she was indeed guilty of both not following the rules and lying about it didn't seem too important to her at the moment.

Chris: Ally, if I let you off with a warning within your first week, it will set a horrible precedent going forward. The rules were written the way they are for a reason, and you agreed to them. I am taking my end of the arrangement serious, I expect you to as well, even the parts that are painful for you. 

Ally: Fuck you, you are just looking for another excuse to get your hands on my ass. This is bullshit and you know it.

Before she could get another response, Ally turned off her phone and tossed it across her bed before storming off to the kitchen. She knew it was fairly irrational to be this angry at him, and that he was only doing what she asked him to, but right now she didn't care. It was stupid and unfair and regardless of whether or not she was actually guilty of exactly what he said, she felt cheated all the same.

Ally ended up turned her phone back on hours later, but distinctly refused to check her new messages. Instead, she decided to tune out the outside world and pass the rest of the day watching her favorite shows in bed, trying and failing to forget about the impending meetup tomorrow, and what it meant for her bottom.

Chris: Ally, it's almost 3:30, and you are supposed to be here for your review in a half hour, yet you haven't responded to me whatsoever today. Just know that I consider lateness a punishable offense as well.

Chris dropped his phone to the couch, and rubbed his temples in irritation. He knew he wasn't exactly Ally's favorite person right now, but given that their meeting was supposed to happen at four, and Ally hadn't yet given him any confirmation that she was coming, and his patience was starting to thin.

He sighed, and turned back to try working on his newest story to distract him, but his mind was elsewhere and he soon gave up to grab a snack. He knew he was doing the right thing and holding firm with their arrangement, but he did feel a little bad about the circumstances leading to today's upcoming punishment. Despite his intuition telling him that Ally's story was likely not the full truth, if the truth at all, he wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. And yet, he knew that the second he acquiesces to her, the position of authority he was expected to hold would crumble, and he would be forever be inundated with excuses and half baked stories any time the rules were broken. He had to set a strong precedent now, even moreso because it was the first true punishment following their agreement.

He returned to the living room, glass of milk and small turkey sandwich in hand. He offhandedly glanced at his phone, expecting to see the same lack of response that he received all day. Instead, he found that while he was away, she finally saw fit to reply.

Ally: Hey. I'm really not feeling good today, my head's been swimming all morning, and I think I might be getting a fever. Can we push this back a few days?

Chris shook his head in disbelief and chuckled incredulously, and any self doubt he had earlier about sticking to his convictions vanished quickly.

Is this girl really serious? Is she really trying to skip out of her punishment this transparently?

He quickly send back a text.

Chris: Really now? I don't here from you all day, and less than thirty minutes from when you are supposed to be here you try to tell me you aren't feeling good. Am I really supposed to believe that?

Ally: I'm sorry, but I didn't want to cancel, and I was still a little bit mad at you. It just wouldn't feel right to meet up like this, and I don't want to get you sick either.

Chris thought about his next words carefully. While he was almost certain this was a ploy to try to skip out on her spanking, he didn't want to outright accuse her of lying. An idea popped into his head, and he smirked as he tapped it out.

Chris: You poor girl. Your parents are still out, right?

Ally: Yeah, they won't be back till tomorrow afternoon. Why?

Chris: Okay, you stay right there. I'll be over in a few minutes to check up on you. Once I'm there, I'll just take your temperature real quick to make sure you aren't lying to me. If you are sick, then I'll apologize and make it up to you by grabbing you dinner from wherever you want.

Chris: If, however, you are just saying it to get out of your punishment tonight, then not only will you be receiving a spanking for your room, but you'll be getting another right after for deliberately lying to me and trying to get out of a punishment. One last thing; I'll be taking your temperature rectally. I'm sure that will be quite embarrassing for you, but I've heard it's far more accurate than checking under the tongue, and I want to be precise.

He sat back against the couch, waiting for Ally's response. The sadist within him secretly hoped she would continue the ruse so he could follow through with his threat, but apparently his words proved to be sufficient enough.

Ally: Chris, I said I'm sorry. I know I messed up, but a punishment seems excessive for such a little thing. It really doesn't seem fair.

Chris shook his head as he typed out his final reply.

Chris: Ally, you now only have 22 minutes to get here. Should you not be at my front door before 4, I'm going to assume you felt too sick to make the drive, and I'll be on my way to give you that check up. Your choice.

With that, Chris set his phone down and quietly worked on finishing his sandwich, content to wait and see which option Ally would pick.

His question was answered at 3:57, as a timid knock at the front door caught his attention. Smiling, he stretched out and took his time making his way to the door, purposefully drawing out the tension. When he opened the door, he saw the familiar face of Ally, a little flustered and red in the face, laptop tucked under her right arm.

"Cutting it a little close, I see." Chris dryly remarked, before stepping aside and ushering her into the apartment. Ally quickly walked in and set her computer on the dining room table. She turned towards Chris, but before she could speak Chris closed the distance between them and put a hand across her forehead.

"Hmm, you don't feel all that warm... that's odd. Perhaps I should grab that thermometer after all." 

"I'm feeling quite better now, thank you very much." Ally quickly protested, her face flaming with embarrassment.

Chris arched an eyebrow as he appraised her, and watched with satisfaction as she squirmed under the threat.

"Very well. Sit, and we can begin."

Chris made his way to the table and sat down, before looking back towards her expectantly.

"Sit?" she questioned. "But I thought you were going to...."

"Don't worry, we'll get to that later," he responded. "But it will wait until we've gone over everything else first. I want a full picture of your week before I start meting out judgement."

With slow steps, Ally cautiously made her way towards him and sat down. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed the events of her week in detail; her days at work, the material covered in her classes, anything and everything that came to mind since the last time they met. At first, Ally was clearly on edge and a little guarded, likely thinking about what was shortly to come if Chris had to guess. But as the minutes rolled by he noticed her start to visibly relax as she explained and occasionally ranted about the ups and downs of the past few days. For a short while, it started to feel like their old days of hanging out, simply two friends discussing life and enjoying each other's company.

When she was finished recapping her week up till Friday, he had her get on her laptop and bring up the site on which her grades were posted. Much to his expectation, her scores were well up to par, as the two projects due this week both received A's.

"Excellent work. Exactly what I expected from you." he praised. Ally rolled her eyes and tried to hide her smile. Suddenly, a thought popped into Chris's mind, and after a brief moment of quiet consideration he voiced it.

"You know, if I remember correctly I recall you saying yesterday that you were working on a paper while your phone was conveniently in the other room."

Ally paused, and tilted her head questioningly.

"Yeah, I was. Is that important?" she asked, her tone suddenly wary.

Chris leaned forward and tapped the laptop. "I'd like you to pull it up, if you don't mind. If you indeed were working on schoolwork when you forgot your other responsibilities, I at least want to see the progress that was made."

Ally hesitated, and though she kept a calm expression Chris could see her mind racing as her eyes widened.

"Don't w-we have other things to be focusing on?" she stammered.

"Eager for your spanking, are you?" Chris teased. "Don't worry, we'll be getting to that soon enough. But it should only take a few seconds. Why, is there a problem?"

Ally shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but brought up her document folder and started scrolling down the list of projects, notes, and essays, eyes frantically scanning the titles. Finally, she seemed to decide on one, and she pointed at it on the screen.

"It's this one, give me one seco-" she went to click it, but Chris stopped her as he glanced at the file.

"Really, this is the one? That's odd, because it says the last time the file was modified was six months ago. That doesn't make sense, because you were working on it yesterday..." he trailed off.

"That's because.... I was...." Ally scrambled, her mind searching for an excuse.

"Ally, I'm going to ask you once. Did you actually have a paper to work on yesterday, or were you lying to me?" Chris asked, his voice deadly serious.

Ally looked like she so desperately wanted to respond, but the words weren't coming, and so she sat there looking the part of a naughty girl caught in the act.

"Ally, why were you ignoring my messages? Did you forget to do your chores on time, and had to wait until after you were finished to message me, with a bullshit excuse?"

"NO. I-I....." she thought for a moment, before breathing out heavily. "Fine, you really want me to say it? I was masturbating, okay?"

Whatever response Chris expected to here, that certainly wasn't it. He was taken aback by the blunt admission, and felt his cheeks flush a bit. "I'm sorry, you were-"

"Yes. I cleaned up my room, and then my friend called me. We talked for an hour or so, and I was kind of upset afterwards, so I left my phone in the living room and went to my bedroom to relax. One thing led to another, I lost track of time, and dosed off a little afterwards. When I woke up, I realized it had been a few hours, and I only saw your messages then." She turned away from him, her cheeks red as well, and if Chris had been more attentive, he might have noticed the mischievous glint in her eye.

However, he was more than a little thrown off by the apparent truth of what had transpired. "I-I see..." he lamely replied.

"Yeah, so I'm sorry that I lied, but I think you can see why I did. It's more than a little embarrassing."

Chris almost nodded his head and let the matter drop, but the admission of lying stuck out to him, and so instead of sweeping it under the rug for modesty's sake, he found himself getting angry.

"So, yes, I understand why that might be a little hard to tell me, but that doesn't change the fact that you outright lied to me, and would have kept doing so had I not caught you."

Ally, starting to look less embarrassed and more worried, stared down at her feet. "I said I was sorry."

"Yes," Chris agreed, "but are you sorry because you actually feel remorse, or because you got caught. Because I'm starting to think its the latter. Between lying about this, catching attitude with me over the phone, and trying to wiggle your way out of coming here today, I'm not sure what I can believe from you."

"I didn't... okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it, really. But I was embarrassed to say the truth, and I really don't think it's really all that fair that I'm being punished in the first place."

"Ally," Chris groaned in annoyance, "that doesn't give you the right to do whatever you think might get you out of punishment. When you agreed to that contract, you deliberately gave me the authority over your discipline. Whether or not you agree with my decision, you did agree to accept my judgement. You can respectfully debate your point of view, but what you can't do is take it upon yourself to circumnavigate my decision. What is the point of the rules if you can choose to ignore them when you want?"

Ally squirmed a bit, not meeting his gaze. "That's not true. I showed up, didn't I? If I didn't really wanted to ignore the rules, then I would've just stayed home."

"Yes, and the only reason you came over was because you were worried about me checking in on you and finding out you were lying in person."

Chris leaned back and closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. Ally was telling the truth in a way, she had no real obligation to show up if the contract they made truly had no meaning to her. But she obviously couldn't help trying to bend the rules to her advantage, and lying about it only damaged the foundation of their new dynamic. Chris realized he would have to deal with this if their arrangement had any hope of surviving long term.

"Ally, you are not to lie to me. Ever. If I can't trust you to respect me enough to tell me the truth, then every time we have a situation like this, it's going to blow up. I want to be able to take you at your word, but how can you expect me to give you the benefit of the doubt about your room when you can't tell me the truth about whether you were working on schoolwork or pleasuring yourself?"

Ally chose not to respond, guiltily starting at her lap. Chris sighed heavily, before speaking again.

"It appears we have to deal with two offenses tonight. The first, for not cleaning your room by the agreed upon time, or at least not sending me evidence of you doing so, preventing me from knowing the truth. The second is for lying to me multiple times, as well as trying to get out of your punishment today. That means two spankings, one right after another."

Ally looked up in confusion and panic. "Two? Come on Chris, please! I said I'm sorry like ten times already... it's not fair."

"You can complain to me about fair when you start telling me the truth young lady. Now follow me, we will deal with this in my room." Steeling himself, Chris stood up and stared down at Ally expectantly. Ally didn't move, looking back at him with panic and anger.

"Come the fuck on Chris, this is bullshit! I said-" she started to yell, but was quickly cut off.

"Ally, I am sick and tired of you thinking you can yell and curse at me when you're worked up. Consider this your warning tonight; you start talking to me like that again, and we'll make it three punishments. My brother will probably be home by then, and I have no problem disciplining you while he's around to hear it."

Ally looked like she wanted to scream at him, but only ground out a angry huff as she stood up and started walking to the bedroom. Chris took a brief moment to regain his composure, before he followed behind her, stopping only to grab his hairbrush from the living room coffee table.

The indignant anger that fuel Ally's every step towards Chris's bedroom quickly faded into trepidation as she walked through the threshold. Her eyes quickly noticed the wooden straight back chair placed directly in the center of the room, one that she distinctly didn't remember being here before. She unconsciously stepped back from it, knowing all too well its purpose, but found herself walking straight back into Chris's chest.

She jumped in surprise, before turning around and noticing the large, wooden brush in his right hand. Her heart started to hammer as her mouth opened again, her brain screamed for something, anything that she could say to regain some agency.

"Chris, I-"

"Not another word, young lady. Your mouth has gotten you in enough trouble tonight, you will only speak when I ask you a question. Understood?"

Ally stomped her foot and shot him a pleading look.

"I believe I asked you a question, Ally..." he warned.

Feeling her cheeks turn red in humiliation, she looked away. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Wasting no time, he moved past her and sat down in the chair, gently pulling her arm as he did.

"Normally I'd lecture you about the offense you're getting spanked for, but by this point you aren't completely aware of why you're receiving this, then nothing but my hairbrush is going to get through to you. Pants down." He commanded.

Ally whined, but there was clearly no more changing his mind, so her hands found the button of her jeans and slowly yanked them down her legs before stepping out. Her panties were quite modest compared to the first time she found herself in this position, but that offered her no comfort as Chris's hands quickly found each side of the cotton pair and pulled down.

Ally's legs involuntarily shook as the crisp air rushed to meet her exposed lips. She prayed that Chris wouldn't inspect the crotch of her panties and find them to be as wet as she no doubt imagined they were, but her hopes were dashed as he traced a finger over the fabric.

"With how much hell you raise about getting a spanking, one would think you wouldn't be this wet," he mused with a slight smirk. He continued pulling them down, and Ally quickly stepped out of her panties, almost preferring to be over his knee rather than be inspected in such an intimate fashion.

She didn't have to wait long, as Chris grabbed her wrist firmly and led her to his right side, before pulling her down across his lap. As Ally felt herself tip over his leg and settle across his lap, the memories of her previous experience in this position immediately came back to her. When she had speculated in the shower about the next time she'd find herself in this situation, she didn't quite expect for it to be so soon.

Ally laid over his knee, expecting the first slap at any moment, but quickly realized that Chris was waiting for something. She looked back over her shoulder in confusion, and found him staring down at her patiently.

"Ally, you should remember from last time, but when you are over my knee, I expect you to be in the proper position. Head down, ass up, legs parted." Ally started to protest, but Chris quickly interjected. "Remember what I said about talking, young lady. The longer you take to get in position, the longer your spanking is going to be. Considering that this is only the first one, I doubt you want to make tonight any more miserable than it has to be."

Ally heart thumped in her chest, and she wanted to wanted so badly to curse him out, but remembering his threat from before she could only look down at the rug in embarrassment and push her bottom up, spreading her legs in the process.

"Good girl." Then, almost as soon as the words left his lips, a loud crack rang out and Ally felt a jolt of shock as a smarting pain blossomed on her right cheek, followed by a second slap and an accompanying sting on her left. The spanking then began in earnest, and Ally gritted her teeth as the smacks rained down on her defenseless bottom. While the pain wasn't exactly unbearable, she started to feel the familiar fire building across her cheeks, and this was only the beginning.

Chris seemed to a have a plan in mind, no doubt thinking ahead to the next punishment.  Quick, medium strength swats meant to warm her bottom came down in regular intervals, and Ally found herself starting to squirm slightly as the pace allowed her no breaks to recover.

Ally tried to keep track of the time as the punishment dragged on, in part to try to distract herself from the quickly growing sting, but quickly lost count under the unrelenting slaps. Despite her best efforts, small sounds of pain started to escape her lips, and even through gritted teeth she found herself unable to stop the whines and gasps.

"Still trying to hold back?" she heard Chris say, his pace never letting up. "Seems rather pointless to me, you know you're not going to make it through two spankings without some tears. It'd be easier for you if you let go now."

Ally groaned as the spanks moved down to her sit spots and upper thighs, yet she still bit down on the pain and shouldered on. He may be right, but wasn't about to be reduced to a bawling girl that easily. She'd make him work to hear her cry. It was a small and maybe pointless act of resistance, but Ally's pride wouldn't let her give into him without a fight.

A few minutes must've passed, and Chris's pattern began to change as well. Now that her whole bottom was sufficiently stinging, he started to quickly smack the same spot multiple times in succession, taking only a brief moment to recharge before he targeted a new spot. Ally felt her resolve starting to waver a bit as his hand found her more tender spots one after another. She started to feel her legs involuntarily kick out as his palm cracked against her tender thighs over and over again.

"Stay still, or you're going to earn extra," he warned, his voice low and commanding.

I'll stay still when you stop slapping my thighs, asshole!

Ally screamed insults in her mind, but the only sound her mouth made were pained groans and sighs as the spanking started to break down her defenses. Just when she thought she was going to break and cry out, the spanks stopped.

Is...is he done?

Ally took the brief respite to cry to compose herself, focusing on her breathing.

That wasn't so bad. I can do this! All I have to do is focus on my--

A loud crack filled the room, and Ally yelped embarrassingly in pain as a large, oval shaped patch of flesh ignited with horrible pain. The second smack rung out, and she gasped as she quickly realized that Chris had decided step things up with his hairbrush.

Chris seemed to begin the same pattern with the brush as he took with his hand, using moderate powered strokes in quick succession to cover her ass quickly and efficiently. This time, however, her bottom was already sore, and the wood of the hairbrush was far less forgiving than his hand.

Ally found herself writhing over his knee, thoughts of taking her punishment with dignity promptly forgotten. While she tried desperately to fight the tears building around her eyes, she could no long hold back the humiliating cries and shouts as the brush landed again and again.

"Ally, stay still. If I have to hold you down, you are going to be sorry."

The brush started to pepper the lower, meaty part of her cheeks and her legs again, and Ally finally lost control.

"Please! I'm so-orry! I'll do my chores on time... please STOP!" she cried out, reduced to pleading for mercy.

"I'm not going to stop, and you are going to learn that should you not follow the rules, this is exactly what's going to happen," he replied. "I see now that a naughty girl like you can't be trusted with any leeway, so you can expect this every single time you act out, do you understand?"

Ally tried to respond, but Chris switched his technique back to landing multiple blows on the same spot repeatedly, and to her dismay a loud wail filled the room as she felt the tears start to fall down her cheeks. She could only lay there and fight back her sobs as the dreaded brush fell again and again, tenderizing every inch of her poor bottom.

She wasn't quite sure how long she was over his knee, nor did she register at first that the spanks had stopped, but with a moment of realization she found herself being gently lifted off Chris's lap. Her legs wobbled as her feet took her weight, and a finger under her chin forced her eyes up to met that of her disciplinarian.

"Ally, that spanking was for your room, and you are officially forgiven for that, but we still have your lying to take care of. Go stand in that corner, and think about what got you into this position. I'll call you out when I'm ready to proceed." His eyes held empathy, and yet his gaze and voice were steel, and though Ally wanted nothing more than to beg for a reprieve, she was worried about what he might do should it not work. So with a timid nod and a deep, calming breath, she shuffled over to the familiar corner and placed her hands on her head, fighting the overwhelming urge to rub her sore ass.

Chris sat in the wooden chair for a few minutes, watching Ally as she quietly calmed herself down and shifted back and forth on her heels in a futile attempt to alleviate the sting. Her butt was rosy pink, with some deep splotches of red, and he could see a potential bruise or two on a few spots where he focused particular attention.

As much as he felt for sympathy for Ally's current predicament, Chris knew he was doing the right thing for her. He needed to nip this lying and manipulative behavior in the bud while he still could, or the problem would continue to plague their dynamic. She still had another full spanking coming, and he was determined to give it to her right.

When he had caught his own breath and returned to a relative state of rest, Chris stood and slid the chair against the far wall. He then sat down on his bed and glanced at the clock. Ally had been in the corner for about fifteen minutes, and he decided a few more minutes couldn't hurt. He wanted her bottom to recover a bit, so that the following spanking would be more memorable on its own and not merely a continuation of the former.

As he leaned back on the bed, he winced as his hand rubbed against the fabric. Maintaining the same pace as before would be difficult, and he doubted he could spank just as long to the same effect again. This punishment would have to be shorter, so the intensity must rise to meet it.

Chris planned out his approach, and then called out to Ally.

"Ally, come here. It's time for your second spanking."

Ally slowly turned around, and Chris noticed she did a fairly good job of composing herself. She walked over towards him slowly, but stopped before she reached his side. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was nervous about speaking out of turn. Chris mentally steeled himself, before asking "Ally, is there something you would like to say?"

Ally breathed out, and in a tone suggesting she prepared every word, she started bargaining. "Sir, I thought a lot about it while I was in the corner, and I'm very sorry. You're right, I wasn't holding up my end of our agreement by not telling the whole truth, and you're right to be mad about that. I hope you can forgive me."

Chris nodded, waiting for the other shoe to drop, which quickly followed.

"But sir, my bottom is very sore, and I don't think I can take another punishment. I think you've made your point quite clearly, and I promise to be more upfront with you in the future. I've learned my lesson, and I won't do it again..." She shifted nervously from side to side, her hands clasped strategically over her crotch, her eyes focused on the space in front of him.

Chris thought about it for a moment, before responding. "Ally, I'm glad you feel that way, and I hope you are telling me the truth this time. It appears that this method of discipline does get through to you, and with time I hope that we can help get this misbehavior in line."

He took a deep breath, and continued. "However, I am still going to punish you, as I said I would. Regardless of whether or not you are being truthful with me, you need to learn that you are not going to talk your way out of discipline, nor are you going to lie to me to avoid it. Had you just told me the truth, whatever that may be, about why your picture wasn't on time, you would be done right now. Instead, you're about to get your third spanking in just about a week."

Ally raised her voice to argue, but Chris held up a hand to silence her. "Enough, Ally. You aren't going to get out of this, so you might as well come here and get it over with faster."

Despite how upset and nervous she looked, Ally surprised him by not putting up more of a fight as crept her way back to her right side. Chris grabbed her wrist and for the second time tonight pulled her over his lap. This time, Ally didn't wait to be prompted, and with a wince of discomfort got herself in the proper position, exposing her backside to him completely.

Taken aback a bit by her display of acceptance and submission, Chris quickly set to work, taking mercy on her by not drawing her punishment all night. His hand clapped down hard against the reddest spot on her right cheek, and quickly followed up with the same on her left.

Chris wasted no moment as he started the second spanking hard and deliberate, taking a few brief moments to find the perfect spot before bringing his hand crashing down with full force. While his hand was nowhere near as effective as the hairbrush, Ally's bottom was already quite well punished, and his hand quickly reignited the flame as if he had never stopped. Ally very quickly started bucking her hip and whining as each smack drove the message home.

Chris spanked her like this for two full minutes, before his arm started to tire. Ally had not yet been brought back to tears, but gone was her fight to stay quiet, her strained voice filled with discomfort and pain echoed through the room after every spank. 

Raising his right knee and tilting her slightly forward so that he had better access to her lower bottom, he resumed his previous work on her upper thighs. This quickly caught Ally's attention, and Chris had to quickly pin both her wrists to her back as she twisted and flailed to escape the pain.

Chris watched the clock on the wall as he brought his hand down again and again, building the spanking to a crescendo as the final seconds counted down. With five seconds left he smacked her as hard as he could across the center of her cheeks repeatedly. 

Her second hand spanking finished, Chris sat and regained his breath, listening to Ally's groans and whines as she kicked her legs weakly, trying anything to throw off the pain. Enjoying her weight over his lap for the last brief seconds, he slowly helped lift her torso off his lap. But instead of standing her up, he gently laid her chest down across the bed, bending her over the edge.

"Ally, the final part will always be the hardest, and this will be no exception," he noted grimly, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops of his jeans. Ally jumped at the sudden sound, and as she recognized what was about to happen she tried to stand, pleas for mercy flowing from her lips.

"Please Chris, I'm sorry sir! No more, I'll be a good girl, please I'll be a good girl!" she whined. But Chris quickly put a hand on her back and held her in place as his free hand doubled the belt over.

"Ally, stay over that bed, and keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back and I accidentally hit your hand instead, I'll be starting from the beginning, do you understand?"

"Please..." she begged.

"Sorry, but this is the way you seem to learn best, and we still have a lesson to finish." With that, the belt lashed out and the loud, distinctive crack of leather on skin filled the room.

Ally screamed as the first stroke bit into her swollen flesh, but Chris didn't give her any time to recover. Again and again he brought the belt down, leaving long red stripes across her ass after every blow. Ally bucked and kicked, twisting and turning every which way to avoid the punishing leather, but to no avail as Chris found his mark every time.

Chris had planned to give her two full minutes of the belt, but as he reached the halfway point he saw that Ally wasn't going to make it that long without trying to block. Her hands were already flailing at her sides, coming dangerously close to getting hit as she cried into blanket of his bed, no longer aware of anything but the tormenting pain scorching her rear.

Taking pity on her and deciding he didn't want to start over, Chris stopped his ministrations to grab both her hands and force them behind her back. Then, with his free hand, he snapped the belt down hard and fast, leaving no time for her to recover between strokes. He continued swinging the belt down fiercely until his arm finally gave out from the strain, and he dropped the belt to the floor behind her.

Ally's torso heaved heavily as she sobbed face down on the bed. Chris looked down and quickly studied her bottom, noticing that most of it was colored an angry tomato red. There were already a few raised white blisters where the belt bit into the vulnerable skin already punished by the hairbrush, and he also noticed a few deep marks where the tip of the leather had snapped against her inner cheek and sit spots.

He leaned down and gathered the contrite girl in his arms, somewhat surprised when she immediately wrapped her arms around him for comfort. While she was no longer inconsolable, Chris felt his shirt growing damp as her face rubbed against it, and her breath was still ragged. Chris hugged his arms around her shoulders and sat with her, patiently waiting for her to come down from the intense experience.

They sat together for almost twenty minutes, before Chris felt Ally shift in his arms and release him. He relaxed his grip, and watched as she tried to sit next to him, but upon touching her worn out bottom to the blanket she quickly jumped up and decided that wasn't an option. Chris was somewhat surprised when she decided to kneel on the floor next to his leg, and rest her arms and head on his thigh.

"My ass hurts..." she whined loudly, as if that wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.

"I imagine it does," Chris agreed, giving her a sympathetic smile. "I hope for your sake that I don't have to give you a punishment like that again for a while."

Ally blushed, her tear stricken face look quite adorable in that shade of pink. "Me too."

Ally looked up at him, expression not quite readable, before she decided on asking. "I hate to having to ask this, but you want me to be honest, so here it goes. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to put my jeans back on any time soon, let alone sit down in my car to head home. Do you mind if I hang out for a while, maybe possibly spend the night if it doesn't get any better by bedtime?"

Her eyes dropped back to the floor, and Chris could tell she was embarrassed.

"Sure," he smiled, "take as much time as you need. You can head home in the morning if you want."

Ally sighed contently before resting her head against his leg again. "Thanks; you really don't mind?"

Chris chuckled to himself. "Of course not; I don't know many guys that wouldn't be excited to have a cute half naked girl hang out in their room."

Ally groaned and threw a punch into Chris's stomach, causing him to double over in surprise.

"Ow, that hurt, you brat." He groaned, holding his side.

"Oh, that hurts? You poor, poor boy. I feel so sorry for you," she mocked, voice laced with sarcasm.

"It really did. I'm pretty sure assaulting your disciplinarian is grounds for a spanking..." he teased.

Ally's expression froze, and she looked at him as if she wasn't quite sure if he was serious or not. "Y'know, I think I'm gonna take my chances with the car seat..."

"Relax; I'm joking. Sit... or maybe lay down, in your case." He gently commanded, smile on his face. "I'll grab the snacks; you find something to watch."

Ally rolled her eyes and flashed him her famous playful smile. "Yes, sir." She reached for his bedside table and grabbed the remote, flicking the television on and opening up Netflix.

Chris smiled and closed the door, briefly considering what to tell his brother when he came home. Deciding that he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it, he padded his way to the kitchen and started to raid the pantry. It continued to surprise him just how quickly Ally's attitude turned around after her punishment. He considered the possibility that it was due to the dynamic still being new and fresh, perhaps within a few weeks she'd find a way to be mad at him for days at a time. But for now, he'd enjoy the small things. 

On his way back to the bedroom, Ally's open laptop on the kitchen table caught his eye, and with a smile he gently tipped the screen closed. As much as he was not happy with the circumstances that led to today's lesson, in a way he was kind of happy it happened now, early into their agreement, and not weeks down the line. He hoped that he had set a clear precedent of what to expect going forward, and that she would know from now how serious he was about his commitments. For her bottom's sake, he hoped she could learn to say the same.