Eyes of Dominance

It is the final night of Lily's grounding. After the events of Thursday, Lily has had no more major incidents, eager not to add anymore days to her punishment period. To that end, the last three days have been rather quiet and peaceful in our apartment. Lily has, for the most part, returned to being an obedient good girl, determined to see out the rest of the grounding without incident. She has been a little sullen and a tad moody since Thursday, but I expected as much to happen in the final days of the week.

However, there has been one major stumbling block since Thursday. To be specific, Lily has had problems with completing her lines properly. While she had whined and complained about her lines for the duration of the entire grounding, after Thursday her compliance in this task has been minimal at best. She has taken little to no initiative to do them without my expressed orders, often waiting until right before bed time to work on them. Words are hastily scrawled on to the page in an effort to get done faster, her normal neatness completely ignored, and quite a few time I have found numbering errors. She has had to redo her lines twice on Friday, much to my annoyance and her irritation. Saturday was worse, with Lily having to repeat her task three full times before completing them to satisfaction.

It is a little after 8PM; Lily and I have finished dinner and are watching TV together again. Unlike the previous days, Lily is less withdrawn and more like her normal self, excited for her grounding to end tonight. She has been telling me all about the things she's looking forward to doing in the coming days, and I can only smile at her enthusiasm. As much as it is my duty to enforce the rules and punishment, it truly seems that she has learned her lesson, and I am happy for her to be free of restriction as well.

I notice her starting to drift off in my arms. I sigh to myself; as much as I would love to cuddle up with her and drift off to sleep, I inwardly know that should we do so before she finishes her tasks, the same problems of the last few days will repeat. Reluctantly, I gently nudge her awake. Lily groans, and turns slightly to face me, questioning and slightly irritated.

"What was that for? I just got comfortable..." She only half jokingly whines. 

"Sorry princess, but I'm afraid you have something to do before you fall asleep."

"Oh? And what's that?" Lily yawns dramatically, stretching before snuggling back into my chest. 

"I think you know what, sweetheart. You have yet to finish your lines today."

Lily groans again, this time looking up at me and giving me a disappointed look.

"Aww, cmon. Can't we just cuddle up and sleep till tomorrow? It's just one night; I've already written like a billion lines already. A little leniency on the last night can't hurt..." she complains.

I shake my head smiling, amused by her cuteness but holding firm. "Unfortunately for you, princess, this last night is just as important as any other."

She narrows her eyes at me, clearly not happy, her attitude briefly pushing to the surface. "Really? It can't wait an hour?" 

"No. If you fall asleep here, you're going to want to do them even less when you wake up. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can come back here and cuddle again."

Lily rolls her eyes and gives me a resigned huff. "Fine. Enjoy being cold in your stupid blankets without me." She kicks the blanket off of her and stomps her way to the bedroom, making a show of her annoyance. I sigh and roll my eyes back at her, and pause the show we're watching, scrolling through my phone to pass the time.

A little over seven minutes later, Lily emerges from the bedroom and half jumps onto the couch, immediately burying herself in the bundle of blankets. "Alright, I'm done. You happy? Hope you froze out here while I was gone..." She mutters, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and hitting play. 

I frown as I quickly but gently take the remote from her hands and pause the show again. "Oh, and where did you put them? That was awfully quick for fifty lines young lady."

She huffs again, clear irritated at being questioned. "They're on your nightstand. Go ahead and check; I'm getting comfortable again if you don't mind." She wraps herself up in the blanket and turns away from me.

I groan and stretch as I stand. "Whether or not I mind is dependent on whether you did them properly." I intone, walking down the hall to the bedroom.

Once inside, I sit down on the bed, and gather the pages scattered across my nightstand. As my eyes begin to skim the pages, my brow begins to furrow in anger. It doesn't take me more than a minute before I return to the living room, shaking my head with papers in tow. 

Lily scrolls through her phone for a few brief moments, ignoring me as I look down at her, tapping my foot impatiently. When she finally looks up at me, I gently let the sheets fall to the table in front of her. 

"Lily, what is this?" I ask, clearly annoyed.

"...Those are the lines that you made me get up after getting all comfortable. Why?"

I rub the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my tone even. "Princess, you didn't even try. Half of these are barely legible, a some lines aren't correctly written, and lines 35 and 43 are missing. It looks like you did it as fast as possible without any sort of effort."

She lowers her eyes, not meeting my gaze. "Well, you said the sooner I got them done the sooner I could relax..." her voice trails off, her sullen mood coming back to the forefront.

"That doesn't mean you can just rush through them. I don't care if it takes you five minutes or half an hour; as long as the task is done properly. Which it clearly isn't, and I'm certain you know that. We are not going to have a repeat of last night. I want you to go back into the bedroom, sit your butt down in that stool, and start over."

Without looking directly up at me, Lily wordlessly stands and walks past me, trailing the blankets behind her, a look of resentment clear on her face. I grab a water bottle from the fridge and sit back down on the couch, sipping the liquid and calming my irritation.

Ten minutes pass, and I get up to go check on Lily's progress. I walk into the bedroom and see her seated at the small desk in the corner of the room. She frowns slightly as she notices my presence, and continues scribbling away at the paper. I walk up next to her, grabbing the completed sheet set aside by her right hand, and study it briefly. The first couple lines are done well enough, neatly written and numbered properly. However, the further down the page I read, the more messy the writing becomes again, and the same mistakes start to creep back in. I briefly glance down to the page she is currently working on, and already I notice a return to the hasty, haphazard pace of the first set. 

I place a hand on Lily's shoulder, causing her to stop writing and look up at me with annoyance.

"Is there something you want, sir?" She grinds out.

I gently take the paper from her, and hold it next to the first page in my hands facing her. "Lily, look at this. You started off doing things properly, but now you're back to making the exact same errors as you did the first time. Why has this a problem suddenly? We've gone over this the past two days now."

Lily sighs, narrowing her eyes in frustration at me again. "Come on, Chris! I'm doing my best! I've written like a thousand lines this week; I get the point. Can't we just agree that I've learned my lesson and be done with it? My punishment ends in less than four hours, it seems unreasonable to get super strict about this of all things last minute!"

"I'm being strict because it matters, princess. The point of writing out lines is to have you focus intently on the infraction, and the repetition is to help drive the point home. You slacking off and rushing through the task these last three days has me suspecting that you might not be as contrite as you claim."

"I'm sorry, okay? I know the deal; I'll watch how much I drink and won't break a curfew again. But this is too much, you've had me write fifty lines everyday this week, sometimes more! I can't do it anymore! I get it; I messed up, I deserve the punishment. But this is just needlessly cruel."

"It is not needless, and it is not cruel. If you would have just done them correctly, you would be done right now and the only thing you'd have left is your final edging. You have had to write over double the lines necessary over the past three days; something that could have been avoided had you taken your punishment more seriously."

"I am taking it seriously; it's just way too much! I can't focus on it any longer!" She complains, kicking the desk in anger.

I stare at her in contemplative silence for a few seconds, then suddenly take her wrist and stand her up, leading her to the bed. Lily immediately realizes what's about to happen, and frantically starts to plead.

"Daddy, no! I don't need a spanking! This is so fucking unfair!"

I lead over and grasp my hairbrush from the nightstand, and sit down on the mattress. Lily's efforts to escape redouble, and I have to grab her by the waist to keep her steady. "I'll do my lines again, I'm sorry! Please don't spank me, it's almost over....." She whines desperately.

I hold her firmly in front of me, and stare deeply into her eyes. "Lily, enough is enough. For three days this has been an issue, and I've haven't addressed it until now in the hopes that you might correct yourself after having to repeat the task so many times. Apparently I was wrong, so now I am going to help you do it right. You are correct; you are ungrounded in a few hours, so rather than play this game all night, and in the interest of saving time, I am going to help work on your focus tonight, first by giving you a nice rosy bottom to sit on, and then I am going to sit right next to you as you do your lines properly, with an additional source of motivation."

I open my legs slightly and bend her across my left leg, her upper body resting on the bed behind me. I cross my right leg over the back of the legs, pinning her in place as my hands yank down her sweatpants and panties. All the while, Lily continues to struggle against me and mutters a mixture of curses and apologies.

Ignoring her words, I pat her right cheek with the back of the brush. "Stop squirming, young lady. Anymore of that and this will end up as far more than a quick adjustment." My warning ends with the all too familiar crack of wood meeting flesh, as my hairbrush finds its mark firmly on her sit spot.

I set a brisk pace for myself, alternating cheeks as I work on painting her bottom pink and red. I only intend for this punishment to put her in the correct mindset for what is to come, so rather than draw out the spanking over several minutes and implements as is the norm, I focus on quickly and efficiently lighting a fire on her ass, focusing most of my attention on her sit spots and thighs, right where she will be sitting in a few minutes. 

Lily bucks and twists under the punishment, torn between trying to escape the pain blossoming across her rear and the desire not to antagonize me any further as per my warning. The string of apologies and excuses continues to spill out, interrupted only by sharp gasps and whines of pain.

For three minutes the hairbrush works its magic, turning her pale bottom a lovely shade of rosy pink with splotches of crimson. While my focus is primarily on her lower ass and thighs, I make sure to double back and touch up the areas I left out in the final minute, making sure every part of her bottom feels the sting of the brush at least a few times. Reaching the finale, I take a moment to restrain her securely over my lap, and take a breath. Then for the last fifteen seconds or so, I methodically bring the brush down as hard as I can over her sit spots, garnering loud yelps and cries from the naughty girl. 

The last stroke finally falls, and tossing the hairbrush to the side, I gather Lily up and sit her on my left thigh, noting with brief satisfaction the quiet whimper of pain as her sore bottom rubs against my leg. I grasp her chin with my right hand and force her to look at me.

"Now young lady, I didn't plan on having to do that tonight, but you left me little choice. Perhaps I should have done it yesterday when it became clear that this was an issue, but what's done is done. Now, I hope you will be able to take me a little more seriously when I tell you that you are to do what I tell you, exactly as I intend it. You are not to rush through your lines just because you want to finish them early; you are to do them as I asked you to, without delay, without error, and without excuses. Do you understand me?"

Lily sniffs, not quite in tears, but clearly feeling a large amount of discomfort. "...Yes sir. Can I please write my lines so I can go to bed?"

I smile, and nod. "Yes, you may. All things considered, while you have had some missteps this week, you have also shown me just how good you can be if you try."

She smiles lightly at the praise, and tries to stand, but I hold her in place for a moment. I see her look of confusion, and explain.

"You are going to finish your lines now, but as I said, there will be an added component this time, to help teach you focus. Go sit on that stool, and wait for me to come sit with you."

Lily softly nods, then carefully gets off of my lap and sits down at her desk again, wincing as her bare bottom touches the cold hard wooden seat of the stool. I go into the closet, taking a folding chair and a familiar boxed toy from the top shelf. As I set the chair up next to her and take the device out of it's container, Lily looks at me with confusion and then alarm. 

"Daddy, please! This really isn't fair! I just got punished... please don't do what I think you're doing."

I plug the vibrator into the nearby outlet, and take my seat next to her. "I told you we are going to work on your focus, and I meant it. You could have avoided this by simply doing things properly the first time." With that, I turn the wand on and firmly wedge it in between her thighs, resting it right on her clit. Lily jumps in her seat, the spanking having the unfortunate but expected side effect of turning her on, a state the wand is all too good at exploiting.

I grab her chin again, turning her to face me as she bites her lip to stop herself from moaning. "Now Lily, you are to write your lines again, one hundred percent to perfection, while this little thing does its job. One word out of place, a single line numbered incorrectly, and we start from scratch. You are not to cum under any circumstances; if you do, we will be extending your grounding another two days. If you start to get close, you are to tell me, and I will turn the vibrator off. However, you are only allowed to write while it is on, so the more breaks you take the longer we will be here."

"Please..." Lily moans, her eyes meeting mine in desperation. "I'm sorry..." 

I smile at her brightly. "I know you are. We should really get the last bits of your punishment over before bedtime, so rather than split up your writing and edging, we'll simply combine them. With any luck, we'll be done before 9:30, and you can start getting ready for bed. Now get going; the longer you wait the harder this is going to be."

Breathing heavily and slightly squirming in her seat, Lily groans and picks up her pencil.

The first six or so minutes go fairly easily, with Lily slowly and methodically writing out the words, trying to ignore the buzzing pleasure between her legs. However, as she starts line #19, her breath hitches and her legs squeeze tightly together, forcing the vibrator tighter against her clit and eliciting a loud moan from her mouth. Lily's head leans back as she tries to fight the sensation, but quickly she starts begging. "Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off."

Immediately I comply, and watch her carefully as she squirms in her seat, coming down from the edge, her bottom still aching from the spanking and harsh contact with the stool under her. I can't tell whether or not the pain is helping or hurting her in holding back her arousal. Likely both.

I let her catch her breath and calm herself, before calmly asking her. "Are you ready to continue?" 

She shoots me a dark look, before closing her eyes for a second. When she opens them, she appears focused again. She nods.

I flick the wand back on and can only smirk in amusement as Lily's body locks back up at the sensation. She quickly shakes her head and starts writing again, faster now then before. "Remember what got you in this position, princess." I chide. "Take your time, and do it right."

She shoots me another annoyed look, made slightly amusing by the telltale signs of arousal on her features. She starts again, hips unconsciously grinding ever so slightly against her tormentor.

For the next fifteen minutes, Lily's struggle against the vibrator continues. The breaks start to come far quicker, and she needs longer to regain composure, a week of constant edging and discipline eroding her control. By the last ten lines, she is begging me to end the torment, to either let her cum or take the device away from her most sensitive region, but I hold firm, determined to see this lesson through.

At long last, the final words are written, and as Lily starts to reach the peak again I turn the wand off and pull it from between her thighs. I quickly stand up to unplug it and place it back in its box. When I turn back around, Lily is staring down at the desk, a look of longing, embarrassment, and lust all mixing into one. I put the box back on it's shelf, then pick up the papers and give them a quick glance. The penmanship is understandably a bit shaky and uneven in places, but I will hardly hold that against her as it is still the best set of lines she's written in the past three days. 

I lightly lay the papers down on the desk and take Lily into my arms, guiding her to the bed. She doesn't resist as I lay her down and hold her close to me, duly noting the dampness on her thighs. I gently brush her hair from her face and allow her to snuggle up to me. Words can wait until tomorrow, I decide, and for now we both lay in tandem and process the events silently.

It's an hour and a half later when I snap awake. We must've dozed off in each other's embrace. I look down at the sleeping princess next to me, the softness of her features as the sleeps, the red blush of her bottom, the closeness of her form pressed to mine. I briefly smile at the sight and close my eyes again, thinking back over the events of the week leading to this. For all the arguments, discipline, and tough moments, there was also a ton of playfulness, closeness, and affirmation. This dynamic can be hard at times, but it is also far more rewarding than anything else at the end of the day. No matter the trials that lay before us, I am confident in one thing; it will be quite a while before I have to worry about the events of one week ago happening again.