Eyes of Dominance

“Okay, see you guys later!” I call over my shoulder as we walk through the parking lot of the theater. As we turn a corner towards my car, out of view of the others, I grab your upper arm and smack your ass hard three times, causing you to jump. 

“I can’t believe you acted so terribly tonight. You are getting it bad once we get home” I promise, dragging towards the car, landing more swats on your bottom as we get closer. “Oww, I didn’t do anything, STOP it, that hurts, someone will hear or see!” you frantically plead.

“Did nothing wrong? That’s a good one” I reply, buckling you in your seat then walking around the drivers side. I pull out of the parking space and start our ten minute journey home, contemplating your actions. 

It started simply enough; we were to go out to the movies with some friends. You wanted to see something in particular, but the group had another movie in mind. It has been a terrible week for you, and despite my assurances that we would see it another time, your attitude kicked in high gear. It started with the concession stand, not answering my questions to what you wanted out of spite. Then the foot tapping started during the previews, constant and deliberately antagonizing. After I asked you to stop, you started whining about every possible thing; the seat was too hard, the drink I got you wasn’t what you wanted, the popcorn was too buttery. Then someone asked you if everything was okay, and you gave them a biting response in kind, completely shattering the jovial mood. You simmered down after I threatened quietly to take you out the car to tan your hide, but the sour look on your face never abated, and after the movie instead of saying goodbye to our friends you merely turned your back and walked off.

We pull up to the driveway, and you immediately try to storm inside, but you don’t get far before I grab a hold of you. “Oh no you don’t” I chide, firmly guiding you inside and to your punishment room. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, anything at all?”

You shoot me a look of pure spite. “What do you want me to say? You’re going to punish me regardless, even if I did nothing wrong.” I sigh, trying to ward off my annoyance. “I’m going to punish you because you were completely out of line back there. I’m asking you because I want to know why.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong, and I have every right to be angry. I’ve worked hard all week, and was really looking forward to seeing what my movie! It’s not fair that I wait all this time for today, and don’t even get what I want; instead I had to watch that piece of shit!”

“Careful. I told you that we would go later, either tomorrow or sometime this week. That doesn’t excuse your attempts to undermine me, or your rudeness towards your friends.”

“Yeah, later. Until something comes up. We had tonight, and look how that went.” I start to reply, but you cut me off. “Whatever, I’m done talking; are we done here?” you snap. “Just beat my ass and be done with it. It’s bullshit and you know it.”

“All in good time. You need some time to cool off.” I point to your corner, causing you to narrow your eyes. “Stay there until I’m ready to deal with you.” You stomp your way over to the corner, and I leave to go cool off and use the restroom. As I’m washing my hands, I hear footsteps in the kitchen. Instantly wary, I run towards the kitchen, thinking someone may have broken in, or you need me.

Instead, I almost run into you in the hallway. As I take you in, my look of shock transforms into one of anger. You are holding a glass of water, looking up expectantly at me.

“Princess. What. Are. You. Doing?” I sputter out. 

“I was thirsty. You went to the bathroom, so I got a drink” you reply in a testing tone.

“Did I say you could leave the corner?” No response. “Did I?” Silence.

It takes a good deal of focus to speak evenly. “You are not to leave the corner for any reason. If you need something to drink, then you could have called me, and I would have provided you one.”

You shrug your shoulders, and instantly I turn you around and march you back to the corner. I strip you down, folding your clothes and placing them on the table, taking the phone out of your pocket and placing it on top. I then land a hard spank to your bare ass.

“Do not come back out. At all. You earned double the time.” With that, I walk out to the living room to cool off and gather myself. As soon as I’m through the door, your voice calls out. “Daddy? I’m thirsty” you deliver as mockingly sweet as possible.

I come back in to your oh so innocent smile. I hand you the glass of water, and wait patiently as you drink it as absolutely slowly as possible. “Thank you daddy” you smirk at me, defiance in your eyes. I glare at you until your gaze drops. I turn to leave.

As I reach the door, I hear your voice again. “Daaaddy! I need to use the bathroom!” I turn around, fire in my eyes, back to the same sweet smile. “All that water must’ve went right through me” you mock explain. I narrow my eyes, and drop my voice dangerously low. “You will not make a game of this. Nose in the corner, NOW.” You drop your false sweetness and glare back at me, before returning your nose to the corner.

I sit down on the couch, trying to resist the urge to paddle your ass immediately. I open a book to disrupt my thoughts and dissuade my anger. Twenty minutes pass or so, and I walk by to check on you. What I see sets me off immediately, and breaks my resolve.

You are still in the corner, but you have something in your hand. I walk quickly over to you, startling you; I guess you didn’t hear me coming. I grab at your hand, forcing it up. In it lies your phone, staring back at me. I look over at you, you look anywhere but at me.

Without a word I twist and throw you face down on the bed. I go to our room and grab the paddle. When I return your sitting up, looking contrite. But as soon as your eyes take in the paddle, you instantly start begging. “Please! I’m sorry! I’ll go back in the corner, twice as long!” I throw you back down over the bed, too livid to your pleas to register. With as much force as I can bear without risk of injury, I bring the paddle down hard on your ass, the sound echoing off the walls, followed by your cries. You frantically reach back, but I take the time to tie back your hands, well out of range to protect yourself. I then step back and start driving home my message.

“You!” CRACK “Are unbelievable!” CRACK “I do not!” CRACK “know what has!” CRACK “gotten into you tonight!” CRACK

You cries and screams reverberate throughout our home, but to your credit you stay in position. I spank you until my arm becomes numb from the impacts, and with a grunt I toss it to the floor, pulling you up to your feet and forcing you to look at me. Through the tears your pupil meet mine.

“If you EVER do that again, I will continue until the paddle breaks. Do you understand me?” I ask sharply, forcing you to stare into my eyes. You nod. “I expect an answer” I demand.

“Yes sir. I’m so sorry sir!” you sob out, finding it hard to catch your breath.

“Don’t think you are done” I warn. “You will never, EVER, undermine my authority like that again. When I give you an order, I expect it to be followed. Always.”

“Yes sir” You sob back.

“Are you ever allowed on your phone during a punishment?” I bark.

“No sir.”

“Is there literally any reason you were on it instead of accepting your punishment? Any at all. I want an answer.” I add, as you try to look away.

You stutter over yourself for a few seconds, before saying “No sir, I was bored. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head at you. “You will be bored.” I turn you towards your cage. “I thought I could trust you to behave yourself in punishment. I was wrong. Get in the cage; I want you to think about your actions. After that you’ll be done.” With a nod and a sniffle, you crawl in and lie down as best as you can. I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I then go out to the living room, set the timer on my phone to 1 hour, and try to collect myself. 

The alarm sounds, startling me out of my reverie. I go to the room, and open the door. You’ve stopped crying, and when you look up at me it’s a look of remorse. I open your cage, pulling you out and silently leading you to the shower. I turn the water to room temperature, and begin to wash your form.

“I am very disappointed at the way you acted tonight” I start. “I understand your disappointment, your frustrations, but there is no need to take it out on others. And you will never, ever disobey or disrespect me in punishment again. Do you understand?”

You nod, the water pouring through your hair, massaging your scalp as I wash your back.

“Then there is one more thing. You have lost orgasm privileges for the next 7 days. I want you to think about tonight every time we fuck this week. Do you understand?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” I hug you tight, letting the water envelop us both, holding you until the water starts to run cold. After drying off, I lead you to bed. “You can write in your journal tomorrow, princess” I tell you. With a nod, you lay your head down on my chest, falling asleep quickly as I absentmindedly play with your hair, drifting off soon after.