Eyes of Dominance

This series of ministories was written in a prompt-response style, with @of-belts-and-brats writing the italicized text, and I writing the bolded. It's a continuation of Testing My Limits, going forward with the orgasm denial punishment set at the end of that story.

Last Friday night, we went out with our friends. I had acted out. My punishment was going to be simple enough, but I continued to act out. Playing on my phone during corner time; a known no-no. I earned myself seven days of lost orgasm privileges and things started out well enough, but soon spiraled out of control. Since last Friday night there have been lots of minutes spent in the corner, my bottom is black and blue from every spanking implement we own, and my pussy on hairpin trigger from hours of teasing and fucking. Today is the seventh day of my punishment. You have just calmed me down from a fit. You are stroking my hair and reading my required punishment journal entries as I rest on your chest. My eyes are closed, but I’m not quite asleep. It has been a rough week for me, as you read. Most of my entries before this week sound apologetic and guilty; I accept my punishment as a result of my actions. But this week, everything is written in all capital letters and the phrase “Not fair” seems to be a reoccurring theme. I talk about the teasing and the spankings being uncalled for because I was not allowed to cum, I express my frustrations sexually and emotionally and how I demand you to be more understanding of my feelings. For a second, you think you might have been too hard on me this week. You paused your reading to look down at my sweet, calm body on the edge of rest. You give a smirk, and realize that I am just a bratty little spoiled princess who has just been given her first taste of REAL punishment. You are overcome with memories of the events of the past week as you realize that you need to be strict in order to keep my ass in line. A few events stick out.

Saturday and Sunday had been great. I was sweet and adorable, going out of my way to be helpful to you and constantly looking for praise. You thought for a second that I might be up to something; plotting. However, that thought quickly slipped away and was replaced by the thought that I was just being the good little submissive I always was after punishment. Sunday night, the feeling that I was plotting came back. My bedtime was 9:30 Sunday-Thursday nights, 11:00 on Friday and Saturday, so on weeknights you usually came to bed later than 9:30 because “You’re the Daddy, and you can do whatever you want” (this phrase I have heard so many times I mock you every time you do say it… you think it’s cute). Anyway, you check on me at 9:30. I am in bed, with my phone on the nightstand, and my head resting on the pillow. I giggle when I hear you walk into the room, but you don’t think much of it as you slide my phone off the nightstand. So I’m not tempted to look at it past my bedtime, we decided it would be helpful to put it in the living room to charge overnight every night. At 10:30, you come into bed and discover that I am completely naked. I was completely and totally up to no good! You should have known my bratty ass wasn’t going to accept my first denial punishment with acting up. “Princess, I hope you are not naked in an effort to tempt me. It will not end well for you if you are…” “Oh, of course not silly Daddy!! I know I’m on punishment. I just felt like it.” You can just spot my coy, devilish grin in the darkness of the room.

As I lie myself down next to you in bed, you giggle, then immediately lay yourself over me, innocently draping your leg over my waist. "Princess, what do you think you are doing?" I inquire. "Nothing" you respond sweetly, "Just cuddling you like normal. Why daddy, is something on your mind?" You slightly grind yourself against my hip. I sigh, suppressing my desire as I look down at your form. "Princess, you're walking a thin line here." You let out a sound between a giggle and a moan. "I don't know what you are talking about."

I gently run my hand across your bare back, squeezing your ass, before rolling you to your side of the bed. I close my eyes, but feel your hand slowing creeping into my boxers. My breathe hitches as your wrap your fingers around my dick, lightly stroking me. "I'm half tempted to spank you right now" I warn. "Only half tempted? What else are you tempted to do" you respond coyly, increasing your pace.

I roll on top of you, pulling your hands from my groin, and pinning them above your head with one hand. I then use my other hand to pry your legs open, stroking your folds. You moan in contentment, closing your eyes as my fingers work their magic, playing with your clit as I slide one finger into your hole. As you lose yourself in pleasure, I tie your hands to the bedposts with a silk cloth strip, then I lower myself to your cunt, adding my tongue to the mix. Pretty soon I have you moaning and begging, getting close to release. "Please... sir... can... I...?" you pant, barely focusing. I hum gently against your clit, then pull up and look you in the eye. "Can you what, princess?" You moan heavily, "Can I..... fuck... can I?"

 I smirk down at you, then lower my head to your pussy. Right before my tongue touches you again, I abruptly pull up and away from you, ceasing all stimulation. "You may not. You still have till Friday for that." You look wide eyed at me, desperate. "Daddy, please! I learned my lesson! Please?" I shake my head, reaching under the bed "No princess, it's time for your punishment." I spread your legs with one hand, and before you realize what's about to happen, I brandish a strap in the other hand, sharply bringing it down on your pussy. You cry out, and before you can close your legs I pin them apart with my knee and hand, and continuously smack your cunt with the leather, harshly and without mercy. You writhe under me, crying and begging for me to stop. I give you 15 strokes, then toss the strap across the room and grab your chin. "That's for being a teasing little brat, and the next time it will be worse. Do you understand?" You glare at me defiantly, but give in as I raise my hand to spank you again. "Okay, yes! I understand!"

"Good girl." I hum, before leaning down to kiss your cheek. I then lay back down next to you, and get ready for sleep. "Umm, sir? You going to untie me?" I smile at you, responding sweetly back "Nope. After that stunt I can't trust you not to get yourself off, so your hands will remain out of use for the night. Sleep well." And with that, I turn my head, falling asleep to the sounds of you cursing me under your breath while uncomfortably straining against your bonds.

Despite my antics the previous night, you were proud of how well I was handling this punishment. You assumed I would try to pull something, so that fact that I did reveal a devious plot did not wavier your decision that I deserved some kind of reward. Without some type of reward for good behavior, you knew things would get ugly very quickly in the coming week. At 6:00, you come home to find me sitting on the couch watching TV. I look a little down, a little bit grumpy… possibly from the fact that things did not go my way last night, but also possibly because I had a long day at work as well. “Get ready, Princess. We’re going on a dinner date!” You smile and look excited. You are convinced this will cheer me up! However, I give a non-committal humpf noise and trudge off to our room to put on a nice pair of jeans and top. In the car, I am quiet. I look a bit sad. I am looking out the window in an obvious daze. You know something is wrong. You grab my hand, kiss the back of it, and ask “What is wrong, sweetheart? Why do you look so sad?” I snap out of daze and turn to you. “Hmm? Oh… nothing... I’m just thinking.” I state with an unconvincing grin. You look at me worriedly, knowing that I am keeping something from you, but decide not to push on. If there is anything you have learned about me, it’s not to push. I will tell you when I am ready. Once we reached the restaurant and are seated, it seems as though my mood has brightened and I am smiling once more as I look at the menu to decide what three things I would be okay with eating tonight. We had decided long ago that when we went out to eat, I would give you three items off the menu that I want to eat then you would pick one and order for me. It was a subtle way for you to show your dominance in public, and I enjoyed the surprise of what you were going to pick. “Bacon Burger, Quesadillas, or….” I peer at the menu with a scowl trying to find a third option that will do for the night. “…the Lemon Chicken entrée.” You grinned at my choices and I smiled back. I seemed very happy to be out with you. I’m so adorable when I smile. You lean in and speak quietly… “You know, little one… I am really proud of you for the way you are handling your punishment this week. Despite your tempting actions last night, you have been such a good girl.” I beam at the words ‘good girl’. “I hope the good behavior continues and you enjoy our night out tonight.” I beam once again with a huge grin just as our waitress approaches.

“I will have the Chicken Tender Platter, and the lady here will have… the Lemon Chicken, both sides that come with it are okay.” As the waitress finishes writing down the order, I blurt out. “Actually, I would like the Bacon Cheeseburger, please. With fries. Thank you.” and hand my menu directly to her making direct eye contact with your surprised, angry expression. After our waitress leaves, you confront me. “I know you just heard me praise you for your good behavior. Why would you undermine my decision like that and instantly make me eat my words?” I shrug, “I didn’t actually want the chicken. I thought you could tell by the fact that it took me FOREVER to fucking pick it off the menu, but I guess you don’t know anything, now do you?" My face is one of petulant child, aggressive and angry. It seems to have come on so suddenly. “Careful, princess. You are treading on thin ice already... do not make it worse with using that kind of language or tone with me.” “Whatever, I have to go to the bathroom…” I grab my bag and begin to slide out of our booth. “Leave your bag. There is nothing in it that you need in the bathroom.” I know what you are getting at; you are talking almost directly about my cell phone. You are indirectly telling me that you are restricting my use of it right now as punishment for making my own decision in my order and probably also my language/tone of voice. I scoff, throw my bag at you, slide out of the booth, and start toward the bathroom. You grab my arm, “You better come out of that bathroom with a better attitude, or it will not end well for your ass.” I rip my arm out of your grip and walk toward the bathroom, seemingly unfazed by your words. When I come back, I want nothing to do with you or any conversation. You ask question after question, and only get short answers in response. You are growing aggravated, but you soften in a desperate attempt to reach me and figure out where the attitude is coming from, “Princess, please tell me what is wrong. I don’t understand why you are acting like this.” “Do you really not get it?” I spit out, spitefully. “No, I don’t understand at all. And, please fix your tone of voice.” I erupt, “What the fuck ever. I’m not even hungry. What did you bring me here?!” The question comes just as our food arrives. The waitress places our plates in front of us and you are reminded that I defied you, ordered what I wanted. In response to her question if we need anything else, you respond in direct eye contact with me, “Why yes actually, we need a box for her food. It seems she is not hungry after all. We’ll just take it home.” followed by your shit-eating grin. I am shocked. I look just as stunned as the waitress as she nods and goes to find a box. “I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!” and I run out of the restaurant causing a huge scene. You grin and wave, hating the attention I just brought on. The waitress returns with the box and you decide that you will eat your food alone, leaving me outside alone. You are not going to give me the attention I am after by running to my side just yet.

I sit waiting for the check, having finished my meal in silent contemplation. I know you were going to have some issues this week, but this was completely uncalled for. I pay for our meal, grabbing your box and heading out to the car. I see you sulking on your phone in the passenger's seat. We are parked fairly far out in the parking lot; the dinner rush has passed and there's only 2-3 cars in the vicinity. I open the drivers side door, place your food on the seat, and close the door to walk to your side. When I open your door, you look up shocked, until I grab your arm and drag you out of your seat, pulling you into the back seat with me.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" you sputter out, sensing my intentions, scanning back in forth to see if anyone is watching. I hold you fast in my hand as I sit you down facing me. "Listen to me" I start, "I don't know why you are giving me such an attitude tonight, especially after I praised your behavior, EVEN after last night's antics. I'm not going to pressure you to tell me what's up; you can do that when you're ready, but you will not treat me that way, and you will not have a temper tantrum in public. Drop your jeans. NOW!" Your glare turns to pure panic, as you look around desperately. "No! Please, this isn't fair! I-" I interrupt your pleas by grabbing your lips between my fingers. "Princess, let me make this perfectly clear. If you're going to act up in public, I have no problem punishing you out here for it. With any luck, no one will see. However, if you fight me, I have no problem taking you over my knee outside the car, and I assure you there will be quite the audience for that. No doubt they'll approve after your behavior tonight. Drop your jeans."

I release your lips, and you look at me pleadingly, but start to unbutton yourself, afraid I'll make good on my promise. As soon as they are down, I flip you over my knee, yanking your panties down as I preemptively pin your arms behind your back. I then start furiously smacking your bottom, eliciting the usual slew of protests and expletives. "That's right, keep talking. Hopefully someone walks by and hears how ridiculous you sound." "NO! Please stop! Someone might see!" you whine. I crane my head around, looking around the parking lot. I have no intention of having someone see your predicament, but I want the threat of it to sink in. Thankfully, we are all alone. 

I spank you for a few minutes, before roughly pulling up your panties. "You're getting the belt when we get home. Also, you are going to write about your punishment tonight on your blog. If you're okay with showing your attitude to strangers, then sharing your punishment should be easy." With that, I sit you up, and get into the drivers seat. I look over at you, silent and embarrassed, before starting the trip home.

After the craziness of Monday night, Tuesday remained calm. I went to work, I did my chores, I cooked dinner, we ate and watched TV until it was 8:30. I went upstairs to take a shower and went to bed. At 9:30 you came to check on me, and I was already fast asleep. I was peaceful, although we barely spoke beyond the necessary words. You could tell I was frustrated. You knew that I was angry at my punishment, and not you, but it felt like I was mad at you. It bothered you, but at least I wasn’t throwing any tantrums or acting out. It seems like the rest of the week might just continue that way, a little off… too peaceful, little talking or joking, but you would be the sweet submissive little girl the punishment was supposed to teach you to be… again you thought of rewards, ones that might bring me back to my playful, silly self. Wednesday morning, I woke up before you and was out the door before you had a chance to see me. We usually ate breakfast together and the fact that I was out the door so quickly made you feel like you woke up late. You hurriedly sat up, reached for your phone, flashed it on to see it was only 6:54am. Your alarm would go off in 6 minutes waking you up to get ready. ‘Where was she off to so early?’, you thought. You stumbled into the kitchen to see a note next to a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, “Went out for a walk, needed some fresh air. Here’s some breakfast. Wouldn’t want to break any more rules and make my life worse. – L” It was sweet, but it also broke your heart. You continued to wonder if you were being too hard on me. Then you read the last sentence again and it hit you. I wasn’t becoming a dull, submissive version of myself… I was playing a game and I had almost won. You rushed upstairs to get a shower, get dressed, and be ready for when I got back. You were going to make sure I thought I had won and then put me RIGHT BACK in my place.

When I got back from my walk, you were sitting at the kitchen table eating the breakfast I had made. I pulled the headphones out of my ears, gave you a half-smile, and continued on to the bedroom to get ready. When I came back out, you were cleaning your dish in the sink. “Thank you for breakfast, sweetheart. It was very good!” “You’re welcome, sir. I just didn’t want to get in anymore trouble…” I trailed off and it seemed to be the end of my statement. You began to speak, to confront me about my intentions, but I cut in “…even though I just needed some space and even if I didn’t make breakfast before I left like I know I am supposed to I would hope you would understand that I am feeling very emotional because of my week long punishment and forgive me, but you have been so unreasonable lately that I did not want to run the risk…” I looked down at the floor, sadness in my eyes. Fake sadness. It angered you that I would try to trick you like this, and that it almost worked. But you knew better. Luckily you knew better. “Unreasonable? Really?! That’s what you are going with.” You rubbed your hand over your face exasperated. “Lily, I know what you are up to and I do NOT have time for your games!!!” I look up, trying to look innocent, trying to look like I have no idea what you are talking about. I go to speak, but you put your hand up to silence me. “Save it! I do not want to hear any of your excuses. What you are trying to do is so beyond your normal bratty behavior. I will not tolerate it! No more of this trickery or you will have to wait longer than Saturday morning to cum. God damn it, Lily. I cannot believe you. I cannot believe I felt sorry for you this morning. I’m so disappointed in you!” You look past me at the clock, it reads 8:15. “And now we are both going to be late to work thanks to your antics. We don’t have time to deal with this now. I will be dealing with this tonight, and don’t you DARE try to get out of it at any point today! Don’t make this worse for yourself.” I look completely defeated, staring at the ground with tears in my eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m just frustrated and this isn’t fair and…” “I said I did not want to hear any of your excuses, Lil.” You look at me sternly, warning me not to say anything beyond a simple apology at this point. I break eye contact at look at the ground again. “Alright, have a good day. I will see you tonight. 6:00, sharp! Do not be late!” You kiss me on the cheek and run out the door. This is going to be the longest day ever.

I tap my foot, waiting for you to get home. We usually get off around the same time, but I made it a priority to get home before you and get things prepared. No doubt in my mind that you'll drag your feet home as is. Right at 5:59, a slight I imagine is deliberate, you walk through the door, hiding your nervousness behind a facade of normalcy. I greet you with an impassive apprehension, wondering if this is all part of the plan. You stop in front of me, eyes giving away your anxiousness.

"Strip." Is my only command. You start to protest, but I quickly cut you off. "I do not want to here your excuses. You will speak when spoken to, and otherwise not at all. Failure to comply will add to your punishment tonight, and perhaps a few days to your restriction. Strip." With a downward glance, you start to remove your clothes. "When you are done, go to the punishment room, and wait in the corner. I will be there in a minute." With anger in your eyes, but careful to not make things worse, you finish undressing and hurry your way into your room. I take a few minutes to steel myself for what's to come, before following after you.

When I walk through the door, you are waiting obediently in the corner, shifting ever so slightly from side to side. I come up behind you, running my fingers lightly down your back, before guiding you around to face me. "Stand in front of the bed, hands on your head, legs spread wide" I order. You shoot me a glance that is both pleading and spiteful, and take your position. I stand there in from of you for a moment, taking in your naked flesh, the curve of your shoulders, the valley of your breasts, and the increasing arousal between your legs. I reach my hand out, and feel the wetness gathering around your pussy, casually sliding a finger into you. "Excited already" I remark as you suppress a moan. "No doubt you are desperate for more." I remove my finger and cross my arms across my chest, standing no more than 3 feet from you.

"I can't believe you this morning. I actually almost felt like this was too much for you. But I'm beginning to see now that it is exactly what you need to improve your behavior. A good girl doesn't try to get out of her punishment; she accepts what she needs and takes it like a big girl. You are acting like an insolent spoiled brat. What do you have to say for yourself?"

You stutter a bit before finding your words. "Please sir, this is hard for me. You are being unreasonable."

"Unreasonable?" I respond. "I'm tempted to add another week to your restriction, just to show you what that means. How about the whole month? Maybe that will teach you how bad things could be."

"NO, sir. I-" "Did I ask you to speak?" I interrupt. "That's your sole warning. Next time I'm adding three days to your punishment. Do you understand?"

"FINE, sir, I'm sorry!" you spit out with far too much venom for my liking. "Watch your mouth, missy, or you'll have a bar of soap cleaning it out before long."

I run my eyes over your form again, taking in your slouching stance. "Stand up straight, now. I am so disappointed in you today. I know this is hard on you, and I've tried to throw you a bone from time to time, but I beyond myself that you'd go around and try to use that as a way to wiggle out of your punishment. Maybe its my fault for showing you any slack at all. Well, by the end of the night, you'll be so thoroughly punished that any thought of escaping your fate will be a distant dream."

With that, I grab one of the smaller wooden paddles from the rack, and take the handcuffs from the desk. I lock your hands behind your back, and taking you by the ear, I sit down on the bed, bending you over my knee. I start with my hand, spanking you to a heavy pink shade, covering the entirety of your bottom and upper thighs, as you squirm and beg me for forgiveness. I give you 5 smacks at my full strength, and then grab the paddle. 

As your protests fill the room, I start my work on your ass, the smacks reverberating through the room. "I hope you remember this the next few days. Maybe then you'll learn your place." A few smacks later, the sobs start, and the protests become more emotional. "I'm soo-rryl!" you cry out. "I know, and you'll be even more sorry in a few minutes." 

I pick you up, and bend you over the bed, splaying your legs as wide as they can go. I then tie them in place and go to your "toy box," pulling out your vibrator. I set it on high and shove it against your clit, garnering a sharp gasp as the sensation overwhelms you. I hold it against you for a few minutes, waiting for your arousal to overwhelm your senses, before taking it away and grabbing the strap. Before you can get used to the absence of the vibrator, I start to work on your already streaked red bottom, spanking you every second for a full minute. By the end, your cries have turned to wretched sobs as your vocal cords reach their limit.

I untie you, and force you to your knees. I then hand you the vibrator. "Put it to your clit" I command, and you hesitate for a second, before complying. I then unbutton my pants, and lower my boxers as you lose yourself in the moment. "Open your mouth. You will get me off, and you will not cum. Do you here me?" You whine in pleasure/frustration, but take my length in quickly, perhaps hoping to finish me soon to end your torture. To that end, you succeed, and I release just as the your body starts to tense up. I reach down and snatch the vibrator from you, and lift you up gently, watching as your body fights itself. 

"You took that punishment very well, babe. Let's get you in the shower; I'm coming to make sure you don't touch. Afterwards, we will have dinner, and I expect this attitude to have fixed itself by then." You nod your head, eyes still closed chasing that last feeling of pleasure, before I gently carry you off to the bathroom.

By Friday night, it is evident that I am back to my usual self; mild sass, funny, upbeat, and adorable, thanks to the harsh, but fair punishment of two days ago. We are getting ready for bed. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I’m singing to myself as I brush my wet hair in our bedroom. You walk in, leap onto our bed and look up at me. There is a glow in your eyes, I am such a sweet and precious sight when I’m being a good girl. “Are you excited for tomorrow, princess?” I turn away from the mirror and give you a sweet smile to signify I am pretending to have no idea what you are talking about… “Why would I be excited for tomorrow, Daddy? It’s just a stupid ol’ Saturday.” You smirk, at my adorable response. “Oh, if it’s just any other Saturday to you… I guess I’ll have to scrap my plans for you then.” My eyes light up in the mirror and I turn to face you so quickly you wonder how I didn’t get whiplash. Throwing my hands up simultaneously yelling, “No, no, no, NOOOOOOOOO! I was kidding! I’m SO EXCITED!” calming down a little now, I state, “I can’t believe I did it! It was so hard…and it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing all week.” I rub my hand on ass recalling the memories of two nights ago that seemed like weeks ago in my mind. “But I did it nonetheless and I deserve to be rewarded for it… if you are asking the Princess’ opinion on the matter.” I turn back to brushing my hair. I am so focused on getting out the tangles and avoiding split ends, that I don’t hear you come up behind me. Before I can even completely resister your presences in my mind, your hand is down my pants playing with the folds of pussy. I melt into your touch, letting a moan escape. But as quickly has your hand was there, it leaves. You bring your mouth close to my neck, whispering in my ear, “Oh do I have plans for your tomorrow…” you place a few kisses on my neck, “… you aren’t going to know what hit you, sweetheart.” I let out a moan at the thought of it.

“Please, sir…. Oh dear god, plllleaseeeee.” I start begging in my heightened sexual state, thinking that I’ve gotten this far you might just let me off early. It’s practically already Saturday. You slip your hand back down my pants and start playing, sticking one finger into my slick pussy. “Oh babygirl, you’re so wet at the thought of it. This is good news; you’re going to love everything I got in store for you tomorrow.” I start my begging in moaning whispers, “Please, Daddy… please let me cum. Pl-easssse, pl-eassse, pl-easssssse can I cum?” I sound desperate and deprived. It turns you on, you almost give in to my whines, but find your strength. “As much I enjoy your begging; you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” With that you move back toward the bed, leaving me standing there wet and frustrated. I look at you through the mirror, and your smirking. It angers me how proud of yourself you are getting me to sound like a desperate little slut. In a moment of lesser judgement, I turn around and hurl my hairbrush at you. It hits the pillow next to you, but I instantly regret the move. You stand up off the bed without a word, but my mouth starts going. Holding my hands up in a foolish attempt to get some space between us, I ramble, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry… I’m sorry… SORRY!” 

As your pleas intensify, I grab your arm and drag you to the bed. I pause right at the foot edge of the mattress, and grab your chin with my hand. "Really?" I ask, half amused by your antic, half annoyed at your outburst. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it!" You plead with me, no doubt afraid for your ass after your last session. "Didn't mean it? Then why did a hairbrush go flying through the air at me? Did it grow wings?" I ask teasingly. "What if you hit me?" You shuffle in place, trying to gently pry yourself from my grasp. "I didn't! It hit the pillow." 

"So because it didn't hit me, you think it's okay to throw things at me now? Am I suppose to ignore that?" I counter. "What if your hand slipped? What if it was something more dangerous? It doesn't even matter what it is, you shouldn't be throwing things at me in general." You stamp your foot, showing agitation. "Fuck, I said I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I didn't even hit you!"

I stand there for a moment, considering your words. I really believe you that it was an impulsive action that you didn't mean, but at the same time I really can't allow you to take your frustrations out on me in such a fashion. I grab the back of your head and bend you over the bed, baring your bottom. "As much as I'm sure that you regret it, I can't allow you to act so recklessly when upset." I grab your hairbrush from the pillow, and bring it down on your ass, quickly alternating cheeks. I keep the pace moderate and the force mild, only intending on giving you a tender reminder of your place, and warming you up for whats to come. After about two minutes of swats, I flip you over and spread your legs wide, handing you the hairbrush. You stare up at me confused.

"Since you regret your actions so much, you should have no problem aiding in your punishment" I explain. I tap the handle of the brush, then lightly spread your folds with my other hand. "You know where to put it" I state plainly, staring amused at your shock filled eyes. "You can't be serious..." 

"I am. Since your frustration and your impulsiveness is the reason you are being punished, it's only fitting that you practice your self control with the item you deemed appropriate to hurl at me. Unless you want me to give you a lesson with the cane.."

"NO! I'm sorry. I -" I interrupt you with a finger over your lips. "Then show me that you're sorry, and get to work." With a groan of embarrassment and trepidation, you slowly insert the handle into your pussy, moaning as it fills you. "Go ahead, start playing" I encourage you, and you start to masturbate with the brush. Whatever embarrassment you had to start with fades as you give in to the sensations, the week of denial heightening your desire. I sit behind your head, lightly tracing and plucking at your nipples. "My, you are a little wanton slut. Tell daddy how much of a slut you are right now." "I.... ugh...I'm a dirty slut daddy... fuck!" you moan carelessly. Your back starts to arch as the pleasure washes over you. I let you play for a few more seconds, then gently pull your hands away and retrieve the hairbrush from you, tossing it to the bed. I insert 2 fingers into you, curling them at your g-spot, garnering whimpers from your lungs, before taking them out and bringing them to your lips.

I slowly lick at the fluids on my fingers, before flipping you over to your hands and knees. I then push your chest down and pull your arms behind your back so that your ass is sticking straight up in the air, then I spread your legs as wide as they can go without you losing your balance. "You will stay like this for the next 30 minutes, so daddy can admire what's his, and you can think about tomorrow, and whether you want to jeopardize your freedom with silly actions in the future. Do you understand?"

You let out whines of frustration at being denied again, before grumbling out "Yes sir..." I pat your ass twice, briefly dipping my finger between your legs to tease your flesh, before leaving to get a drink, and prepare for tomorrow.

As the sun rises, it's rays shining through the window and onto the bed, I rise rubbing my eyes of sleep, gazing down at your sleeping form. I gently brush your hair from your eyes, before realization sets in, and a satisfied smirk traces my lips. It's Saturday, a full week since you lost orgasm privileges. Today's the first day off of your restriction, and I fully intend on making it a memorable one. As much as I want to wake you up and take you immediately, I decide against it. Despite the setbacks and punishments of the week, you've done amazingly well, and you deserve to sleep in. I go to shower, and mentally start planning the day. When I return, you are smiling sweetly at me from the bed, curled adorably in the blankets. I walk to your side of the bed and lean up against the wall, my eyes expressing my desire.

"Hey!" You sigh contently at me, the innocence of your face betrayed by the seductive glint in your eye. "Hey. Sleep well?" I respond back, just now realizing I'm only in a towel. You nod, then stretch yourself out, kicking the covers off of your body. I take this to be an invitation, but stand firm, determined not to make it that easy for you. "Good. Because you have a long, exciting day ahead." "Really now?" you ask playfully. "What could you possibly have planned on a Saturday?" I smile down at you, and rub my hand down your thigh, tracing your hip. You suppress a moan, and slide ever so slightly closer to me. "Someone must not remember what today is..." I deadpan. "Would you like me to remind you?"

You smirk up at me, and before I realize what you're doing, you yank on my towel, leaving me naked in front of you. I frown down at you. "That wasn't very nice, princess. Does someone need to learn a lesson?" You giggle and cover yourself in the blankets. "You can't! I'm protected under here!" I jump on the bed and start to laugh as you fruitlessly try to keep me away. I finally get under the covers and pin you to the bed, smiling triumphantly down at you. You narrow your eyes at me, your serious expression contrasted by the giggles you are trying to suppress. I then stick my hand down your pants, lightly running my fingers over you. "Now about that lesson" I smugly reply. You stick your tongue out at me playfully. "No idea what your talking about. I'm a very good girl that just learned a lesson of yours. I think it's time for a reward." "Is it now? Maybe you need a hard reminder before I grant you release" I tease back. You ponder that for a second, before shaking your head. "No, I'll just take that reward thank you very much."

I lean down and kiss you deeply. I remove my hands from your pants and pull them down completely. You moan and start to remove your top as I kiss my way down your stomach and to your legs. I gently trace your pussy with my tongue before working my fingers into you, feverishly stroking your aching flesh. Your whimper fills the room as you grind against me; the week of incessant teasing showing in full force. I grab your wrists in one hand, and continue playing with you, my tongue finding it's familiar place at your clit. Within minutes I have you writhing and begging me for more. "Can I cum, sir? Please?" you gasp through your moans of ecstasy. I look up into your eyes, and smirk, before slowly withdrawing myself from you. 

The look of pure disbelief in your eyes is staggering. "NO! You... you said today..." you groan in pure frustration at me. I look down on you almost apologetically. "I said you would be allowed to cum today. I never said when that would be." Frustrated, you kick at me. "You asshole! I fucking hate you!" I chuckle to myself, and go to kiss you, but you turn your head to the side dodging my lips. "This isn't fair, I did my time! You're such an ass!" I grasp your cheeks in my hand, cutting off any further response. "Listen Lil, I know it's frustrating, and I will let those comments slide, but don't forget your place. We have all day to play, and I don't want to let that opportunity go to waste. Do you understand?" I release your face, and wait for a response. "I still hate you" is your immediate reply. I smile at you, and flip you over to your stomach, landing a few light smacks to your bottom. "Don't push your luck girl. C'mon, lets go get breakfast." Reluctantly, and with the most exaggerated, disappointed sigh possible, you stand and follow me out.

Several hours later, I stand in the living room waiting for you to get dressed. Since breakfast, I've had you bent over the table, splayed out on the couch, and on every piece of furniture possible. Always playing and teasing, without allowing you the release you crave. We've incorporated most of our toys throughout the day; from the vibrator, to handcuffs, even using some of the lighter paddles, each bringing their own unique sensations and torture. Over the course of the day, I have been called every curse and name under the sun, almost always after denying yet another orgasm. Finally you emerge from the bedroom, your eyes a mix of hatred and desire that makes me almost end your torture here and now. But I steel myself, and remember to stick to the plan. I take you in for a minute, and gesture to the door. "We're going out." You look exasperated, "Yes, I got that when you denied me for like the seventh fucking time and told me to get dressed. But where?" "Watch your attitude, brat. I don't want to have to tan your hide before we leave." You roll your eyes at me, then adopt a tone of sarcastic innocence. "Oh daddy, where are you taking me tonight?" I raise my eyebrow in amusement, before answering. "We're grabbing something to eat, and then we're going to the movies" I explain. "I told you last week we would go see your movie when we had the chance, and it felt fitting to go tonight." I expect some smartass remark, but instead your eyes light up and you run to embrace me in a tight hug. I hold you close for a what feels like forever but in reality is only a dozen seconds, before I whisper in your ear. "Now go to the car, unless you want another round of edging." You pull back from the hug to roll your eyes again, then quickly run out the door, afraid I might just do it.

We stumble through the front door, locked in each other's embrace as I strip you down. The movie went extremely well, though I just couldn't resist teasing you through your panties during the previews, your quiet whimpers and gasps chiseling at my own self control. The movie itself went without distraction or interruption. However, the drive home didn't go so smoothly, with you sticking your hand down my pants during the drive, working me up despite my explicit orders to wait. Now I'm at the end of my self control, damn near ripping your clothes off while you do the same to me. In a moment we are naked and I'm kissing, biting, and fondling every inch of flesh I can touch. I bend you over the couch, my erection pressing lightly against your thigh. 

"That wasn't very nice back there in the car." I growl at you, before smacking your ass harshly. "Oww! Not nice? It's what you've done to me all day!" you shoot back. Another smack. "That's because I'm in charge here princess. Head down, ass up. I want you ready for me when I get back" I command. You obey, instinctively picking up that its time. I go to the toy box in our room and grab the flogger. I come back to you moaning in pleasure, rubbing your fingers through your folds. I bring the flogger down harshly on your ass, before lightly smacking your back a half dozen times. I repeat this cycle for a few minutes; the back strokes creating the perfect anticipation for the painful strike to your bottom. I listen to your moans and whimpers, and when I think you can take it no more I bring it down twice on you butt in quick succession, before gently rubbing my dick against you, stroking your pussy with the head. "Beg for it, princess!" I harshly command. "Please, daddy! I've waited all week!" you almost sob out. "Are you going to be a good girl from now on? Am I going to have to do this again?" I ask, inserting myself just barely before pulling back. "Yes, never again! I'll be a good girl.... Please!" you beg. "I doubt that" I tease, but my self control finally snaps, and roughly I push into you.

The gasp you make is music to my ears, as I begin to fuck you, alternating between slow, gentle pumps and harsh, punishing thrusts. All the sexual energy I built up during the week spills over into every movement. I take your wrists in my hands as I angle my thrusts to the deepest part of you. My eyes take in every little detail; the curve of your back as you thrust back into me, the steady shivers running though your shoulders as you exhale, the straining muscles in your legs as they start to give out. Your orgasm is near, and I hear the trepidation in your voice as you begin to ask the magic question. "Please..... fuck.... please can I?" you plead with me. For a brief second I consider denying you, but my own desire wins out. "Yes. You've earned it." I gasp out, feeling you immediately start to shudder under me. I pick up my pace, trying to bring you as much pleasure as possible, as your orgasmic moans fill the home, and you finally fall limp under me.

I gently pick you up, and carry you to the bedroom, quickly laying you on your back at the edge of the mattress. "I'm not done with you yet babygirl." I lean down to kiss you as I enter you again, wrapping your legs around my waist. As I pull my lips away from yours, my hand wraps gently around your throat as my other pulls your wrists above your head. I take you like this for several minutes, before we both reach our limit; you screaming out for the second time, then me gasping as I climax. As we lay next to each other spent of all energy, I gently cuddle you to my chest.

"You did well this week Lil. I'm proud of you." You look up at me, an adorable smile plastered across your worn out features. "Maybe I should deny you more often." Immediately your smile turns to one of panic. "No, no, no, no, no. I think I'm done with that if you don't mind." I laugh at your response, laying my head back against the bed, holding you closer. "Yeah" I respond finally, "hopefully you behave yourself, because I missed fucking like that." You smirk at me mischievously."Behave myself? When have I ever been bad enough to warrant that? I'm your perfect angel!" You push me down as I begin to sit up. "Nope! Lets not talk about it! I'm perfect and you know it. Just accept it!" You peck me on the cheek, and lay your head down, pretending to sleep, before actually succumbing to it. I lay in bed stroking your hair, thinking back over the previous week of ups and downs, setbacks and triumphs, before falling to the temptation of rest myself.