Eyes of Dominance

I am met with the sound of cascading water from the shower as I walk in the door of our apartment after a long Friday at work. Setting my keys and wallet down on the side table next to the door, I absentmindedly walk towards the bedroom, striping my work clothes off on the way to the door. I pass the bathroom on the way, hearing the muted hum of her voice as she sings a favored song to herself, no doubt dancing under the stream of hot water.

 I smile to myself, pushing into the bedroom almost completely disrobed. A part of me desires to join her under the water and have her immediately, a great stress reliever from a tiring day. But I have to stifle such an urge, as my princess is still being punished from her repeated infractions, culminating a few days prior. Despite multiple punishments this month, she has been completely unable to watch her mouth, even after multiple warnings. Every order is met with an argument or with lackluster compliance. Naturally, she's endured quite a few punishments over it. It seems she's testing me, pushing against her boundaries constantly to see if they're enforced. To that end, I haven't given her any slack, meeting her disobedience with swift reprimands. However, three days ago, she pushed a little too hard, starting an argument out at dinner that continued until she was brought home to be dealt with. After quite a severe paddling, I implemented a week of orgasm denial as punishment for the mounting repeated offenses. She was none too pleased about this, and pleaded with me until I threatened to extend the duration a week.

However, the punishment seems to be working, as aside from some grumbling and mopey behavior, her demeanor has largely improved. I'm glad, but a part of me is still wary and prepared for any slip ups. As I slide on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I glance around the room. As I had hoped, she cleaned up quite well. Dropping my work clothes into the hamper, I start my way back towards the kitchen to start dinner. But a familiar box out of place catches my attention out the corner of my eye. 

A brown, inconspicuous box peeks out from under the bed. What's more, the lid is slightly ajar. This wouldn't normally be an issue, except that the box in question is a special one; it's the one that contains her wand vibrator. The one that I specifically keep on the top shelf of the closet, out of her reach. The one she is specifically forbidden from touching without permission, especially when on restriction from orgasm. 

I feel the blood pound in my ears as my temper flares, eyes transfixed on the innocuous container as if willing it to explain itself. Then, leaving the room, I walk over to the bathroom door, and knock purposefully. 

"Princess, come to the bedroom when you're done in there, we need to talk." I call from by side of the door.

A pause, before an inquisitive and slightly nervous response returns. "O-okay. Is everything alright?"

I chuckle to myself, before calling back. "We'll discuss it when you're out." And with that, I turn towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink before making my way back towards the bedroom where I sit on the bed and wait patiently for her arrival.

Not ten minutes later, she enters with hesitation, hair still damp from the water, towel wrapped around her body loosely. She's adorable; her eyes meeting mine with trepidation as she shifts on her feet. Adorable, but a brat well deserving of punishment, I remind myself. I give her a slight smile.

"Hey. You did a good job in here today." I gesture towards the largely clean state of the room. She smiles, still nervous about my demeanor and words a few minutes prior. 

"Thanks..." Her voice trails off, eyes scanning the room. Her eyes widen as her gaze falls under the corner of the bed, where the box lays just behind my right foot.

"Ah!" I suddenly exclaim, as if something just came to my attention. Reaching down, I grab the slightly opened box, placing it on the bed. I then look towards her, slight confusion in my expression. "I found this, under the bed. I thought that was weird, given that it was up in the closet this morning, and given that you're expressly forbidden from touching or opening it, especially considering that you are still under restriction. Mind explaining how that happened?" I smile sweetly.

A look of panic, before she stammers out an excuse "I-I  was cleaning, and it fell off the shelf."

"Hmm." I hum, before standing up, grabbing the box and taking it with me to the closet, before placing it snugly upon its shelf. It fits easily, with a inch of excess shelf to spare. "Not sure how it fell; it fits quite easily up here." As if to illustrate my point, I knock my hand against the shelf. Then I turn towards the hanging clothes. "Doesn't look you did any work in here either. Looks the same as it did this morning. Plus, if it truly fell, why didn't you text me. You know you're forbidden from touching it. And if it did indeed fall, why is it under the bed with the lid open. Mind telling me what actually happened?"

Her face flames red as a hint of embarrassment and anger flushes to the surface. I return to the bed, box in tow. As she begins to defend herself, I quickly interject. "Careful with your words, princess. I do not take kindly to being lied to, and you're on thin ice as it is. Perhaps I should extend your denial to the end of the month..."

"NO." She sputters out, anger and attitude rising above to the surface. Her eyes meet mine, indignation winning out. "It's already bullshit that I'm being punished in the first place. It's excessive!" She raises her voice.

"It's excessive precisely because of shit like this, princess." I respond coolly. "Your attitude is running rampant these past few weeks. Drastic behavior begets drastic punishment." 

"It's fucking unfair, is what it is!" she yells back, temper flaring back. "I didn't do anything wrong then, and I didn't do anything wrong now! You're just being an asshole for no reason."

"Watch yourself." I warn. "Didn't do anything wrong..... Is that so? Mind explaining this then?" I remove the lid of the box and brandish the wand in hand.

Her face flushes, embarrassment filling her features again. "I already told you." 

"Really..." I trail off, stroking my chin as if to consider the situation. "So the box jumped off the shelf, landed on the floor, unwrapped the cord, and instead of texting me or calling me, you opened it and put it under the bed instead...." I raise my eyebrow at her.

Her face flames, clearly caught out. "Okay! But I didn't do anything with it! I didn't break the rule" She pleads unconvincingly.

I chuckle, tapping my foot as I meet her gaze evenly.

"But you did touch it, after being told explicitly not to. And that's not doing anything wrong?"

Aggravated, she stomps her foot hard, anger flaring to the surface. "So what if I touched it? Your rules are so unfair sometimes!"

"Unfair? It's unfair to make sure you keep your hands off your vibrator, when you are specifically on restriction?"

She looks at me dejectedly. "Its your stupid fucking restriction that's unfair. I've already learned my lesson; you're just being an ass about it!"

"I just warned you about your attitude..." I stand up, making my way over to the nightstand, grabbing my hairbrush before sitting calmly back on the edge of the bed.

She groans, stomping her foot in anger. "This is fucking ridiculous!"

"That's enough." I command. I then look her evenly in the face. "You need to learn to watch your mouth. You are allowed to disagree with me, but you will not be disrespectful of me as you have been. We'll deal with the vibrator in due time, but right now you need to be reminded of how to be respectful."

"I'm not being disrespectful! You're just being a dick!"

"Enough. Come here right now." I pat my right leg and look at her expectantly.

She groans in anger, before throwing her towel to the floor in anger and stomping towards me. 

I hold my hand up, stopping her advance. "What do you think you're doing?" I raise my voice. I point towards the towel and drop my voice. "This is exactly why you are being punished. Pick that up and put that away. When you get back, that attitude better be in check or this will be far worse."

With a huff of frustration and resignation, she turns back to pick up the damp towel and return it to the bedroom. When she returns, she immediately makes her way to me. "Let's just get this fucking over with." 

I reach up, grasping her upper arm and pulling her across my lap. "You just haven't seen to have learned yet." I reach forward, pinning her right hand to the small of her back, and raise my right knee, elevating her bottom above her head. Now restrained and in position for punishment, I look down towards the back of her head.

"You need to learn to watch your mouth. I don't mind a little playfulness but you have been seriously out of control recently. I don't know if you're just pushing the boundaries, or if we need to implement heavier rules to keep you in line, but I am not opposed to doing this every single day if I have to."

I tap the hairbrush to her bottom for emphasis. A shiver runs down her spine, perhaps expecting the punishment to start, but I'm not quite done. "Before we begin, please enlighten me; what makes you think you can talk to me like that?"

She shifts in place, before looking up at me. "Look, I'm fucking sorry, okay? I just think this is bullshit. I didn't do anything with it. Even if I did, I don't see how any of this is fair..."

I rub my hand on the small of her back, before responding. "Regardless of how 'fair' it is, you think its okay to take this attitude with me, for any reason?"

A pause. "This isn't necessary." She whines, kicking her legs slightly.

"So it's unnecessary for me to punish you for deliberately cursing at me and disrespecting me after being warned repeatedly? "

The following response is meeker. "I said I'm sorry...."

I pat her butt with the flat of the hairbrush. "I'm inclined to believe you. However, your behavior suggests otherwise, and can't be ignored. You have to learn to behave yourself, even if you don't agree with my decisions. Letting your temper get to your head and cursing at me is not helping anyone, and it's progressively landed you in more hot water than if you were to voice your grievances respectfully. I mean it when I said I'll enforce the rules, every day if I have to. I have no qualms about handling an unruly brat." 

The first smack wrings out as I sharply bring the brush down on her right cheek. She yelps and kicks out, not expecting the blow so suddenly. The second falls not a second later, equally as harsh. As she jumps again and groans at the start of her punishment, I shift her back into place and secure her firmly across my knee. Sufficiently restrained, I hold nothing back, releasing a flurry of spanks that reverberate through the bedroom. 

Her left hand flies back to cover her bottom, wedging itself between my waist as she reaches back. "Okay, okay, I get it. Please no more." 

"Move your hand back in front of you, and keep it there. If I have to hold that one too, this will get far worse for you." A sudden smack to her upper right thigh, just below her sit spot. She cries out, before withdrawing her hand with a frustrated groan.

"Good girl. Don't let it happen again." With that, I strike again, this time on her left sit spot, eliciting her leg to kick out in pain.

I soon fall into a rhythm, alternating cheeks with only a half second of delay between spanks. Her attempts at stoically taking her punishment begin do melt away, as small cries, moans, and hisses of pain begin to meet the rhythmic cracks of the hairbrush.

I begin to switch up the pattern, striking the same place 2-4 times before moving on to a new spot. The change of tempo elicits new pleas.

"Oww, please Daddy! I said I'm sorry!" she whines while attempting to wriggle free.

"I believe you." I agree, keeping tempo as I speak. "But this is to make sure you remember how sorry you are, so that next time you might think twice about catching an attitude with me." 

Five severe spanks of increased intensity fall on her right splotched cheek, followed by the same on her left. I readjust her across me again, before tilting her forward. "These should help you remember."

I begin bringing the brush down with full force on her sit spots, sacrificing speed and rhythm for power as I bring the message home. A new series of howls and cries escape her lips as the tears begin to flow.

I keep the punishing blows up for two minutes, before the pain overwhelms her senses and her left hand flies back to protect her swollen bottom.

I pause, letting the hairbrush fall to the floor as she catches her breath. I slowly trace my fingers over her bare back as she regains her composure. I glance down to the splotched red cheeks over my lap and rub my palm over the flesh, feeling the heat emitting from the punished skin. Content with my work, I then reach down between her legs, grinning when I feel the familiar slickness of her pussy.  Despite the intensity of her punishment, or perhaps because of it, she's completely drenched. As is to illustrate that point, her breathe hitches as my fingers trace across her entrance. A low moan escapes her throat as my thumb traces up towards her clit.

With a slight smile, I lift her up, pushing her to the bed beside me. Her expression is torn between arousal and pain as her bottom meets the mattress.  I reach over, grabbing the vibrator from its place on the bed, acutely aware of the quizzical look my princess is giving me. I plug the device into the wall, then turn towards her, gently pushing her back, prying her legs apart in the process. I turn the vibrator on, and slowly lower it to her pussy, just ghosting against the skin ever so slightly. She tries to hide her moan as she attempts to pull away from me, but I pull her back, straddling her left leg while pinning her right with my hand.

I smile down at her. "Still going with 'I didn't do anything' excuse?" She half glares at me as the wand starts to have the desired effect, flaring the tension left in the wake of the spanking. "I..... didn't......" she trails off as I bring the wand up towards her clit, pressing down slightly.

"It's okay; it doesn't matter at this point. But you've got to remember, an instrument of pleasure can be just as punishing as the meanest hairbrush." With that, I press the wand down directly on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasps and immediately tries to squirm away from the intense sensation, but fails to do so being held in place.

I smile at her reaction, before slowing pulling away, tracing her entrance lightly with the vibrating head. 

"Keep your legs spread for me. You don't want to go back over my knee, do you?" I remove my hand from her right leg. 

She glares at me, before moaning again as the wand is again pressed firmly against her clit. I bring my free hand up and begin to trace around her left nipple with my thumb, gently cupping her breast.

She looks up at me, torn between pleasure and confusion. "What... are you doing? I thought-"

"I'm just giving you what you need" I interject. "Since normal denial is 'so unfair,' we'll just have to amend that, don't you think?"

I trace my hand up towards her throat, gently applying pressure as I continue the cycle of light and heavy stimulation.  The combined effort seems to be having the intended effect, as soon her face is flushed with arousal and her hips are gently grinding against the wand. She's getting close, I note to myself, shifting my position slightly so I can ghost a kiss over her chest, before gently taking her right nipple in my teeth. I'm rewarded with a loud groan of pleasure tearing through the air.

I pull back for a moment, keeping my hand on her neck but removing the vibrator from her pussy almost completely. Her eyes dart up towards mine, thrown off by the sudden removal of the wand.

"Well, I think that's enough for today." I state plainly, smiling at the look of desperation on her face.

"NO! Please.... I'm so close..." she begs, her hands reaching down towards the wand. I pull it farther back, just out of her reach.

"No can do." I hum, before meeting her gaze, a hint of sadistic delight shining through.

"The only way this thing is going back between your legs is if you admit to what you did today." 

Her face flushes again, as her pride and her desperation war in her eyes. "I-I told you I didn't...." she trails off.

I look down at her, thoroughly unconvinced. I sigh again, before turning the wand off. "Okay, suit yourself." I release her neck and begin to stand.

"NO!" she whines. It appears desperation wins out, as she breaks eye contact. "Okay! Okay! I used it, and I forgot to put it back because you were coming home soon and I still had to clean. I'm sorry!" Her eyes look back to mine, pleading with me.

"My, my, so the truth comes out after all. You naughty brat." I tut disapprovingly. I let my words linger in the air for just a moment. "Still, I appreciate the truth nonetheless...." With a slight smile, I turn the vibrator back on, and push her back roughly to the bed. Holding her in place, I press the wand down hard directly on her clit, giving her maximum stimulation.

"FUCK!" Her voice cries out, her body writhing under the intense sensation, but unable to free herself from my grip.

I slowly rock the head of the wand against her, keeping the pressure up as my hand returns to its place at her neck. 

I hold her firmly in place, watching her writhe and shudder with pleasure underneath me. She's so sexy like this, desperate, red bottomed, and close to orgasm. I clamp down on my own desire, determined to see this through until the end. It doesn't take long for her to start gasping and begging for release.

"Please..... daddy I'm close... can I?" She whines, lost completely in her pleasure.

"Not yet, princess, hold it for me." 

I smirk as I watch her slowly unwind in front of me, so dangerously close to the edge, trying so hard to follow instructions.

A long minute passes as she does everything in her power to hold it in. I take stock of the situation, quickly realizing that her orgasm is imminent regardless of her efforts to hold it.

"Ask me again, princess. Last opportunity."

With watering eyes, she looks up at me, all shame lost in her arousal.

"Pleeeease....."

I smile contently to myself, before lowering my head down next to hers.

Then I whisper in her ear.

"Sorry, but you are still on restriction. It'll have to wait."

And I remove the wand, turning it off and pulling it away.

"NOOOOoooo" she cries out with a look of pure loss and devastation. 

I sit back up. "You know the rules. Only good girls get orgasms. You are to wait until Tuesday." I turn towards the wand in my hand. "This will now be staying in my car for the duration. If I catch wind of you touching yourself again, I'm adding a week to your denial, and we'll do this every single day for the duration. Do you understand?"

She groans, angry at being denied, but afraid to push me further. She shoots me a dirty look before burying her face in the pillows and whining in frustration. 

I smirk at her antics, before sitting up and unplugging the device from the wall, and placing it into the box. I turn back towards the bed, lying down next to her. Gently rubbing her shoulders, I whisper sweetly. "I know it sucks, but punishment isn't supposed to be fun. On Tuesday, we'll-"

I'm interrupted as she quickly grabs the pillow under her and swings it at my head. I raise my hands in defense, but still catch a face full of feathers as the pillow smacks into me.

"I hate you so much right now!" she yells, expression somewhere between anger and smugness at her surprise blow. Now sitting up, she drops the pillow, folds her arms and gives me her best disappointed pout.

I smile, before wrapping my arms around her and tackling her back to the bed.

"No! Get off me! I hate you right now!" she complains, struggling against me.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Tell you what; you make it to Tuesday without incident, and I'll fuck you all day as a reward."

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, before huffing "Nope; still hate you forever."

I sigh, before standing up and stretching. "Okay, but you can hate me and also come watch some T.V and eat something."

She looks up at me for a moment, before sighing in agreement and standing. She shoots me her best dirty look before muttering "You better make something good." And with that she walks into the living room.

Her penchant for letting her mouth guide her into trouble never quite abated, but her behavior in the short term improved markedly. She made it through to Tuesday without incident, and was rewarded just as I promised. While it wasn't her last denial, it was the last time I found the wand out of place. While I would like to say she got better at following the rules, I think its more realistic to say she never forgot to cover her tracks again.