Eyes of Dominance

I pace back and forth in front of the door to the apartment, continuously checking my phone for a text that should have arrived by now. It's almost been an hour since I last spoke to Lily, and I am both worried and livid angry. She went out with her friends earlier in the afternoon, and from what I was told had plans to hang out and hit up the bar. I was unable to join her, as I had a late shift at work, but approved her plans on the condition that she came home before midnight, and promised to keep the drinking to a reasonable level while I'm not there to watch over her. She agreed, and gave me a grateful kiss as I left for work.

At first everything seemed as expected, as we exchanged texts detailing her whereabouts and plans throughout the afternoon. But as time went on, these exchanges got shorter and farther apart. I didn't immediately think much of it at first; she was likely having fun and not checking her phone. But towards the end of the night, as my shift drew to a close and I made my way home, she stopped reply all together.  At eleven o'clock, growing somewhat worried, I sent a message reminding her of her curfew. No response. As the clock creeped closer to twelve, I sent another message, just in case she didn't get the previous one. Again, no reply. Just before quarter to midnight, as my worry grew far more overt, I received a horribly misspelled and garbled text from her, stating they were still out at the bar and would be home in a bit. Quite pissed off, I immediately called her phone, was met with the voice of a very drunk Lily. I briefly scolded her, to no avail in her current state, before commanding her to immediately return home. She hung up. That was over an hour ago.

It's just after 1:00 AM when the apartment door swings open and Lily saunters into the living room. I pause mid pace and make my way to her side, concern evident on my face. As I get within arms reach, the stench of alcohol fills my nostrils.

"Heyyyyyy Daddy!" She slurs happily, wrapping her arms around me in a sloppy hug. I hug her back, briefly just content that she is home safe. I pull back. "You're home late, princess? What happened?" I ask nonchalantly, trying to gauge her current cognitive state.

"Yeah, we were having a lot of fun at the bar, soooooo we decided to stay for a bit longer!" She smiles at me, completely without a hint of shame.

I decide that she is in no state to discuss her disobedience, and my attention shifts to making sure she's safe. "Well, it certainly seems like you had fun. Come sit on the couch for a bit while I get you some water."

"Okay!" She responds, stumbling towards the couch. I stand behind her and help her until she's seated. I then run out to the kitchen to get her some water. When I return, she's stretched out on the couch, humming contently to herself. I hand her the water, then go to the bedroom to retrieve a set of pajamas. As I return towards the kitchen, I hear footsteps in the living room and catch a glimpse of Lily running towards the bathroom. I step the water down and quickly follow her. The sound of vomiting reaches my ears a few seconds before I reach the bathroom, finding her hunched over the toilet retching. I immediately kneel down next to her and gather her hair in my hands, pulling it back and away from her face, whispering encouragements to her.  As she finishes emptying her stomach, I rub one hand along her shoulders. She looks up at me, eyes runny from vomiting. I smile placatingly. "Princess, I think it's time for bed. Come with me to the bedroom; I have a set of pajamas laid out for you."

She looks at me blankly, and I have no idea what's running through her head. Finally, she makes up her mind. "I don't want to go to bed yet. I just want to hang out with you!"

"That's fine." I reason. "I'll come with you, and we can lay in bed and talk until you're tired. Follow me, sweetheart." I stand, gently lifting her to her feet. She doesn't resist, apparently content with my proposal. 

A short detour to retrieve the water glass and pj's, and we reach the bedroom. I help her out of her clothes and slip on the more comfortable sleepwear. I lead her to the bed, making sure she continues to drink her water. I sit down on my side of the bed, then gently pull her close to me, resting her head on my lap as I coax her to lie down. We lay there for almost half an hour, with Lily rambling about night, telling me all the details of her misadventures and the things her friends did and talked about. I listen to her as always, absentmindedly thinking that this wouldn't be a bad way to spend the night had it occurred under different circumstances. I'm stroking her hair gently when she finally doses off. I gently tuck her in, then lay down next to her and sigh, rubbing my temples. I am relieved that she is okay, but am still livid she would go out of her way to deliberately disobey me, regardless of her drunken state. Resolving to deal with it in the morning, I close my eyes and drift to sleep shortly after. 

It's almost eleven when she gets up the following morning. I'm sitting next to her in bed on my laptop. Her bleary eyes struggle to focus as the headache she no doubt has sets in. Groaning in annoyance, she turns towards me, her eyes finally catching mine. 

"Hey..." she half smiles at me, rubbing her forehead with the back of her hand and pausing to rub the sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning." I respond. I reach over to my nightstand and grab the glass of water I had poured for her fifteen minutes ago, passing it to her. 

"Drink this. It should help." I command gently, still studying her demeanor.

She gratefully accepts the glass, sitting up next to me before stretching and taking a long sip. 

"Damn, I feel like shit. What time is it?" She asks.

"Almost 11:00. I wanted to let you sleep in after last night."

We catch each other's eyes in a silent exchange. She seems grateful for the water and being allowed to sleep in, but her expression betrays a hint of guilt and uncertainty. Perhaps she doesn't know how I'll react to her escapades last night. My eyes reflect back my concern for her current state and the simmering anger I still have for her behavior last night.

I decide not to prolong this tension, addressing it directly. "You were pretty drunk last night. How much can you remember?"

Lily leans back against the pillows, averting her eyes and staring down at the glass in her hand. "Most of it, I think. We hung out for a bit, then went out to the bar. We were there for most of the night. Then I came home." She looks back up at me, scanning my face for a reaction.

I nod thoughtfully. "Right. And do you remember me texting you? Or when I called?"

She averts her eyes again, answering my question for me. She speaks up anyway. "I remember you texting me earlier, but we were having fun so I didn't really pay close attention to it...." 

"Do you remember me reminding you of your curfew?" I question. She continues to stare down, a flush of embarrassment and guilt creeping up.

And the call?" I press further. "You don't remember me telling you to come straight home? And you don't remember taking over an hour to comply with that order?"

She turns towards me, understanding exactly where this is heading. "I was drunk!" She explains, her voice higher than I expected. "I was having fun and I didn't want to force my friends to come home just because I had to..."

I sigh to myself before responding. "You know that's not a reasonable excuse, Lily. You are responsible for your behavior at all times, regardless of whether you are drunk or not. And you know that I wanted you home at midnight, yet you deliberately disobeyed me."

Her eyes flare with indignation, even as her face betrays her guilt. "I didn't think it would be a big deal!"

"You didn't think it'd be a big deal to deliberately break the rules, while I'm at work unable to supervise you, and make me worry all night thinking something might have happened to you?" I question sternly. 

She doesn't respond, knowing that anything she says will likely only fuel the fires. I study her for a second, before moving to stand up.

"We'll deal with what happened last night in a little bit, but I want you to get in the shower first. You got sick last night, and it might help with the hangover. Wash up good, brush your hair, then meet me back in here. Understood?"

Immediately she starts to protest. "Hey, I don't think-"

"We will deal with it when you are out of the shower. Understood?" I repeat, in a tone that brooks no argument.

Dropping her gaze to the floor with a huff of frustration and still slightly red in the face, Lily stands up and walks out into the hallway, heading towards the bathroom.  I stay behind and sit down for a minute, noting the sound of the shower springing to life from down the hall. Collecting my thoughts, I stand up and set out gathering the items I will need when she returns. 

I'm sitting on the bed when Lily returns, wrapped in a white towel, damp hair draped over one shoulder invitingly. She pauses when she sees the items I have placed neatly by the head of the bed, and the stacked pillows lying in the center. She instinctively takes a step back, but pauses as I call her in.

"And just where do you think you're going? Get in here and close the door." I command.

With visible trepidation she slowly complies, stepping into the room, closing the door behind her. Her back is snug to the wall, eyes transfixed on the multiple implements of punishment laid before her.

I snap my fingers, drawing her attention back to me. "Eyes here princess. We have some things to discuss. First among them, I thought I told you to keep the drinking to a reasonable level. Mind telling why you thought that was completely okay to ignore?"

"We were just having fun. I didn't think I had too much..."

"Would you like to see the text you sent me last night? Believe me, you stepped far past what is reasonable without me there."

Her temper starts to flare again. "It's not like I was alone! I had my friends with me!"

I tap my foot ever so slightly, not breaking eye contact. "Who were also drinking. Whether you were with them or not isn't even the point, as I explicitly told you to not go overboard. You know as well as I do that is deliberate disobedience. What about the fact that you didn't get home until nearly an hour after you were supposed to?"

Lily shifts her feet, ever so slightly rocking back and forth.  "I was just having fun...."

"And by 'just having fun' you deliberately ignored your curfew, which I explicitly laid out as a condition of your being out. As well as a direct order when I called you. Have an explanation for that?"

She doesn't respond, instead studying the floor intensely.

I lean forward, snapping again to get her attention. "Not only did you break your rule about drinking without me, you also didn't come home on time, and deliberately disregarded a direct order to come home immediately. Anything to say for yourself?"

She stomps her foot in anger and groans, knowing she's in the wrong but none to happy about this expected turn of events.

"That's what I thought." I stand up, walking over to her and gently lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to look up at me. 

"I'm very disappointed in your actions. You know this calls for quite serious punishment." I state plainly 

Lily lets out a low whine, and her face lightly flushes from embarrassment.

"Here's what is going to happen. First, you are getting a long, very hard spanking. That should be obvious. I wouldn't plan on sitting comfortably for a few days." I release her chin, walking back towards the foot of the bed, crossing my arms and staring at her in a matter of fact fashion.

"After your spanking, you are going to go out to the living room, sit your red butt down at the desk, and write lines. 'I will not drink too much without Daddy around.' 50 times. And 'I will come home when Daddy tells me to.' 50 times."

She stomps her foot in frustration and starts to argue.

I immediately cut her off. "You are also grounded for a week. You are to go straight to work in the morning, and straight home after work. No where else. You are on orgasm restriction for the duration. You will also write 50 lines each night for the duration of your grounding."

"Daddy, no! This is way too much! We were just having fun!" Lily steps forward, pleading.

I stand firm, not moving an inch. "You broke two rules and endangered yourself. I think this is quite enough. You should consider yourself lucky, this could and still can get far worse for you."

She stomps her foot again in anger. "This is ridiculous. This isn't fucking fair. I-"

"That's enough!" I interject forcefully. "This isn't a negotiation. You knew this was coming." I walk over to her, gently grasping the towel wrapped around her torso and pulling it loose. Throwing it to the bed, I turn back towards the now naked and anxious girl.

Lily must have expected her punishment to begin immediately, as she looks surprised when I take her arm and lead her towards the wall instead of the bed.

I note her expression. "Oh, you thought I'd spank you right away? No, I think it's clear you need some time to reflect on what got you in this position. Last night I waited an hour for you to come home, so I think you'll do the same for your spanking." Once we reach wall adjacent closest to the corner, I reach into my pocket of my shorts and pull out the quarter I grabbed in preparation. I gently put my hands on her shoulders and guide Lily up against the wall. I then hand her the quarter. "You are to hold this quarter to the wall with your nose, and not move from this spot until I call you out. You move, or the quarter drops, and your time here restarts." I then nod towards the wall. 

She looks up at me with pleading eyes. "Please, can't we just get this over with?"

"No. Get in position. I won't ask again."

Rolling her eyes in frustration, she thrusts the coin forward against the wall, then delicately lines it up to her face, and leans forward. As soon as her nose touches the coin, I place my hand on her lower back, guiding her into the proper stance. Soon Lily is standing parallel to the wall, with her hands on the back of her head, nose holding the coin snug to the wall. 

I step back, briefly admiring the sight before me, before nodding. "Do not move from that spot until I tell you to. I hope for your sake you take a long hard look at why you're here." I then return to the bed, pulling out my laptop and settling into my morning reading, keeping a close eye on her.

As the hour finally draws to a close, I close my laptop and call Lily away from the wall. Despite the length of her corner time, she held up admirably, only starting to truly fidget in the last few minutes. She steps back at my call, catching the coin in her hand, before turning towards me. The anticipation for what's about to happen is clear on her face, as she nervously glances between me, the implements lined up, and the foreboding pillows stacked on the bed.

I set my laptop on the nightstand, then make my way to the foot of the bed and sit down, reaching back and grabbing the hairbrush out of the collection of implements. I absentmindedly pat the palm of my hand with the flat of the brush, then look up at Lily. Her attention is entirely focused on the object in my hand.

"Now that you've had some time to reflect upon your decisions last night, I have some simple questions I want you to answer. What did I tell you about drinking last night?"

She gives me a look of pleading and anger. "Not to drink too much. But I didn't think tha--"

"I didn't ask you what you thought; I asked you what I said. Now, what time did I say you were to be home by?"

Lily's face starts to flush red in anger and embarrassment, but she doesn't immediately answer, instead opting to look up towards the ceiling. 

"I expect an answer, Lily,"

A pause. "Midnight, Sir."

"And what time did you end up walking in, princess?"

"One o'clock, Sir."

I tap my hand with the hairbrush again for emphasis.  "Did you end up drink more than you were supposed to?"

"....... Yes, Sir."

I stand up, making my way towards her. "And what happens to little girls who break the rules?"

She averts her eyes, staring off to the left near the wall.

"Look at me and answer the question, princess. What happens to disobedient little girls who break Daddy's rules?"

She lets out a small groan of frustration at looks up at me. "They get punished, Sir."

"Yes, they do, so that maybe next time they will remember to follow the rules. Why are the rules you broke important, Lily?"

Lily gives me a pleading look. "Daddy! Please, can we just start already?"

"No, princess. We are doing this so drive home exactly why you have earned this punishment, and why breaking the rules is not okay. Answer the question; why are the rule you broke important, young lady?"

".... Because they're for my safety, Sir." She mumbles, her embarrassment coating her words.

"That's right. You could have gotten into serious trouble, without me there to watch over you. How do you think I would feel if something happened while you were out? How do you think I felt waiting for you last night?"

"...Bad, Sir."

"Yes. Bad. Worried. The rules are there for a reason, princess. They aren't just for fun or optional. They need to be followed. Do you understand?" I grip her chin and stare into her eyes.

She's quiet for a long moment, before muttering "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Well, I think it's time we move on to the main event."  I take her by her upper arm, leading her to the bedside. "You are going to get a long, hard spanking. One that I hope you will remember for quite some time." I sit down, pausing only for a moment before tugging her firmly towards my lap. Now faced with the reality of imminent punishment, Lily hesitates, pleading her case for a final time. 

"Daddy, please; I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

I pause, looking up at her with an expression of resolve. "Lily, bend over my knee this instant, or you will get a reminder spanking every day this week for disobedience!"

With a loud whine, she drops her resistance and bends over my lap. I grasp her hip and help angle her body as she gets into position, before placing my hand on her lower back. Without any further delay, I bring my hand down as hard as I can onto her right cheek, the loud pop of the smack filling the room, signaling the start of the punishment.

I waste no time with her hand spanking, intending this brief warm up to be quick and painful. For a minute straight, I keep the pace brisk and harsh, peppering her bottom with sharp slaps. Despite the brutal start to the punishment, Lily holds up well, staying in position and only grunting at the occasional swat.

 As the minute of smacks draws to a close, I pause for just the briefest of moments, to survey the target. A light pink flush covers almost the entire surface of her ass. My objective complete, I begin the actual punishment, grabbing the hairbrush from beside me and bring it crashing down on her left sit spot, smiling at the accompanying crack of the wood and loud gasp from Lily. I pause for a few seconds, before doing it again, this time on her right sit spot, garnering the same reaction.

With that, I start the hairbrush spanking in earnest, leaving only a second between strokes, concentrating the majority of my attention on her lower cheeks and sit spots. Lily is starting to feel the effects of the implement, and though she maintains her position, small gasps and whines start escaping her lips as the hairbrush continues its assault on her ass.  It doesn't take long for her right hand to fly back, trying to find some respite from the blows. 

I immediately grasp her hand, pulling it behind her back, and land five extra hard spank on the top of her right thigh. I then repeat the strokes on her left thigh, ignoring her surprised cries at the punishing strokes. The protests start not long after.

"OUCH. Daddy I'm sorry! Please stop!" Her body starts to betray her her pride as she involuntarily bucks and twists to avoid the bite of the hairbrush. 

"Hold still princess. You've earned every stroke of this punishment." I scold. I switch my pace up, leaving two to three seconds between smacks before sharply bringing the brush down. I hit the same spot four or five times before moving on to a fresh area of her rapidly reddening bottom. A particularly harsh blow that catches her square on her right cheek draws the first sob as Lily starts kicking her legs to throw off the sting.

The hairbrush spanking lasts for a little over six minutes, and when I'm done Lily's ass is a canvas of splotched red skin. Long oval marks cover the vast majority of her ass, leaving little to no area unmarked. I bring the hairbrush down five times in the center of each cheek before placing the implement next to me on the bed. I look down to the sobbing girl over my knee.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Was it worth staying out and disobeying me? Are you having fun right now?" I ask her.

Lily catches her breath, before responding in a shaky voice. "No, sir."

"Good. It seems we might actually get this lesson through to you. You are to follow the rules I give you, regardless of whether you want to or not. They are for you own good, and directly disobeying me is disrespectful to not only me but our dynamic itself. Stand up."

I gently guide her to her feet.  Lily seems relieved at the brief reprieve at first, but that sense of ease melts away as I pull the stacked pillows to the edge of the bed. I then turn towards her and point down. "We are far from done here. Bend over."

Lily shifts on her feet, red butt adorably swaying as she tries to remedy the sting. She turns towards me. "Please, sir! I've learned my lesson. I won't do it again!"

"Lily, bend over now!" I command sternly.

With a sob, she slowly walks forward, gently bending herself over the pillows. I help adjust her position, before walking over to the implements at the head of the bed. I pick up the tawse, and make my way back to her side. I position myself behind her, tapping the strap to her punished ass.

"Why are you being spanked, Lily?"

She doesn't respond, her head drooped and buried in the comforter. I bring the strap down expertly, the twin tails of the tawse catching her sharply at the top of her thighs. 

"FUCK!" She cries out, kicking her legs out.

"I expect you to answer me when I ask a question, young lady. Why are you being spanked?"

She sobs as her pumping legs do nothing to alleviate the pain. "Because I broke the rules."

"What rules did you break?"

"... I got too drunk last night, and I came home late."

"That's right. Have you earned this spanking?"

Another sob fills the room as she lowers her head again. ".........Yes, sir."

I pause for a few seconds after her words, letting them fill the room and sink into her mind. Then, I bring the strap down again, catching her dead center on her ass. Without waiting for her to finish the cry escaping her lips, I bring the tawse down again on the same spot.

Much like the previous hand and hairbrush spankings that preceded it, I start off fast and hard, the biting leather find purchase over and over again. I continue focusing the majority of my efforts on her sit spots and the top of her thighs, determined to make it near impossible to sit comfortably for the next week. 

Whatever resolve Lily had during the previous punishments is cut away by the whistling leather. She cries out, begs, and howls as the tawse strikes again and again without respite. After about three minutes, I start moving my strokes upwards, attempting to paint her bottom a uniform cherry red. Soon Lily's hands fly back yet again to protect her poor punished ass. Again, five strokes across each thigh, and a final warning. "Reach back again, princess, and I'll strap the palm of your hands as well."

For five minutes the strap punishes the kicking, bucking, screaming girl. I give her a nice last cutting blow, dead center across her cheeks, and toss the tawse down next to the hairbrush. I take a moment to kneel down behind Lily, inspecting my work so far. Her bottom is a nice cherry red, with long horizontal streaks making their way from to top of her ass down to her thighs, barely concealing the circular marks left by the hairbrush. Satisfied for the moment, I stand up and make my way to the top of the bed. Lily hears me walk over and I catch her wide tear stained eyes widen as she sees me grab the final implement.

"NOOO! Daddy, I'm sorry! Please don't cane me!"

Gripping the acrylic rod grimly, I return to her side once again. "Lily, this is for your own good. You will never disobey me like this again, do you understand?"

"Please Daddy, I--"

"Do. You. Understand?" I repeat, in my most commanding voice.

A fresh set of sobs fill the room as Lily throws herself face down into the comforter. A muffled reply reaches my ears. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. You are almost done. Here's what's going to happen.  Six strokes will end your spanking. I want you to count each one. Forget to count, and we repeat the stroke. Reach back, and we repeat the stroke. Break position, we repeat the stroke. Understood?"

Lily raises her head and stares unfocused at the opposite wall. "Yes sir."

"You will not endanger yourself like that again. I don't care if you are with your friends or not. Perhaps they would learn something from watching you get punished. Would that help teach you? Getting this spanking in front of your friends? Because if I have to do this again, I have no problem having an audience."

"NO no no no!" Lily begs. "It won't happen again!"

"Good." I smile weakly. "We could have eaten breakfast and been cuddling on the couch by now, if you followed my rules. Instead you are here getting a sound spanking. The next time you are out with your friends, drinking or not, I want you to think this exact moment. How bad this hurts, how embarrassing it is. I want you to remember the price of disobedience."

I tap the cane to her sore, sensitive skin. With no warning, I draw back and let the implement fly. The cane swishes through the air before striking the center of her ass with a sharp crack. Lily yells out, her hands almost flying back before she catches herself. 

"One, sir!"

I tap the cane to her bottom again, before striking again, this time a little lower. A loud howl of pain follows.

"T-Two, sir!"

As the third and four strokes fall again, slightly below the previous strike near her sit spots, I notice all resistance in Lily's body fades. She screams and cries into the blanket, gripping the fabric tightly to avoid reaching back. Still, she counts each stroke obediently. 

The fifth hit catches her right above where the first landed.

"Five, sir." She bawls openly, pride all but forgotten.

 I prepare the last stroke, deciding to aim it at the reddest, most sore spot of her ass. A final crack rings out followed by the tortured, pain filled sob.

"Six, sir..."

I calmly place the cane on the bed, then lean down to inspect the damage. Six long parallel welts line run across her cheeks, resembling a bar code. I nod to myself, confident that she will remember this spanking for quite a long time.

I sit next to her on the bed, gently lifting her torso off the pillows and pulling her into a tight hug. Lily sobs next to my ear, letting all the pain and emotion of the punishment pour out.  I whisper to her, reassuring her that the spanking is over, telling her how proud I am of her for taking such a severe punishment, reminding her that she is still my good girl.

We cuddle in this reaffirming embrace for almost ten minutes, laying back on the bed and taking comfort in each others arms. I lean back and gently wipe the residual tears from her eyes. "I am very proud of you, but you can't disobey me like that again. I don't want to be worried wondering when you'll be home or in what state ever again. Do you understand?"

Lily leans forward, nuzzling my shoulder as she squeezes me tight. "Yes, sir."

I smile warmly. "Good. Now, you are welcome to stay here and cuddle with me as long as you need to, but when you are ready, I want you to go out to the living room and start on your lines for the day. I'd rather you get them done early so we don't have to worry about it for the rest of the day."

She groans only half jokingly next to my ear. "Daddy! I think the spanking was quite enough to learn my lesson. Am I really grounded?" She leans back to look at me. My raised eyebrow tells her all she needs to know. With a loud sigh, she squeezes me tight and stands up. I catch a glimpse of her marked crimson ass as she walks around the bed and drags herself to the living room. I lay down for a few minutes, letting the endorphin rush of the spanking calm within me. When I join her in the living room, I find Lily at work writing her lines at the desk, grimacing as her butt rests on the wooden stool I purposefully put there. I smile at my darling brat, then make my way to the kitchen. I know the following week will have its difficulties. Lily always seems to push the boundaries whenever she is grounded. But, if a little bit of attitude and responsibility is the price I have to pay to keep my princess safe and in line, then it is a price I will pay gladly.