Eyes of Dominance

One of my longer and more personally cathartic stories.

I feel a bubble of anticipation as I see the car pull up across the street from my home, and an adorable blonde haired girl steps out the driver side door. Her bright blue eyes look over to my home, and with a small smile she crosses the road as I move towards the door to greet her.

Ashley and I have a long history; we had an intense friendship followed by a short romantic fling when we first met in our college years, but drama and circumstance quickly pushed us apart. When we resolved our issues a few months later, it was as close friends, though my feelings towards her never abated. We've since known each other for the last seven years, and though our bond is normally close, it has unfortunately become increasingly rare for me to see her. Our relationship tends to go through peaks and valleys; we have had multiple periods of seeing each other every week for a few months, only for things to suddenly cool down and contact to be lost for months and on a few occasions years.

Over the past few years, in particular, our meetups and conversations have been particularly rare. It's been a few months since I've seen Ashley, though that is not for lack of my trying. Though I've tried to contact her multiple times in the past few months, most of my messages and texts have gone ignored, and I would be lying if I didn't admit to being angry at the lack of response. 

This is unfortunately not an isolated issue with Ashley, as in recent years it is more common for me to not get a response than it is for me to hear back from her. I used to begrudgingly accept it as a side effect of adult life, but more and more I find myself angered at the perceived lack of respect shown to me. Though I have no expectation of being the center of her life, the complete lack of a response, even in the negative, to my invitations or attempts to reconnect has been something I've started to resent. 

This is further complicated by the last conversation we had a few months ago. When we first met, neither of us were aware of the other's kinks or desires. While my status as a dominant came out soon after in the following years, my strong suspicions that she was indeed also into D/s where only truly confirmed during our last meeting, where she informed me that she was a submissive leaning switch. Though my feelings toward her have always been strong, and I always believed she was into the lifestyle, the explicit confirmation of it has only strengthened the way I feel, and made my irritation at the current state of our friendship all the worse. 

A message from Ashley late last night finally broke the long silence, and in the space of a few short messages, plans were made to meet at my house this afternoon. Though I'm quite happy to hear from her again, and even more happy to see her, I find myself unable to shake the annoyance I hold over the state of things these past couple months, and so as I open the door and greet her with a smile of my own, I can't help but feel my eyes narrow slightly as she steps through the threshold and into the living room.

We're sitting on the couch talking about how our lives have been since last we met. It's been about twenty minutes since she's arrived, and although the conversation is much like it always is, I can't help but notice a slight nervous tension in the room. I'm not quite sure if it is just my imagination, but it almost feels like she has picked up on my conflicted internal feelings and is expecting some sort of confrontation. There's a slight, natural pause in the conversation, and we wordlessly exchange glances. We both reach down and take sips from out water bottles. I decide to address the issue directly, but she beats me to it.

"Okay, what is it?" She questions with a hint of exasperation.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I don't know; you seem like...... weirdly tense, and you keep looking at me funny." She explains, a half smile barely disguising her inquisitive expression.

I return her smile. "Is that so? Well, I guess I'm just happy to see you. I honestly wasn't expecting to hear back from you for a few months at least, given all the messages I sent you without a response." 

She fidgets slightly. "Yeah, sorry about that. Life got busy." She answers dismissively, then frowns at my slight chuckle. "What?"

I rub my chin while looking at her thoughtfully. "You know, I always kind of begrudgingly accepted that answer in the past, but lately it feels less and less like a valid response. It's not like it takes that much effort to send a response, even if it's to say you're busy."

She leans back in her seat, frown still on her face. "I mean, that's just the way it's always been with us. I thought you didn't take it personally."

I lean forward and fold my hands. "Well honestly, Ashley; how could I not at this point. We've known each other for seven years now. I would think someone that I've been friends with for that long would at least try to show me a little more respect, rather than ignoring me until it's convenient for them."

"I mean, I have other obligations, relationships, and friendships." She remarks rather testily. "I can't just respond to every little thing, especially when I'm busy. That's just how our friendship has been. We usually only see each other a couple times every few months..."

"Yeah, I get that; much as I wish that wasn't the case." I respond, my tone a little sharper than I expected, my frustrations rising to the surface. "But that doesn't really excuse you straight up not answering my texts until it's convenient for you. It's not like I constantly badger you, either. I have never intentionally ignored your messages, and have always tried to make time for you when asked. I'm not asking you to drop everything whenever I text you, but I'd have hoped you would respect me enough to at least give me a response."

She gives me an affronted look, before looking down at her hands resting on her knees. "Fine, I'm sorry. I didn't think it was that big a deal."

If this were one of our past interactions, I probably would have let the issue drop right there. I would have taken her at her word, had a nice conversation for the rest of the evening, and then in all likelihood not hear back from her again for a couple months.

But lately I've found myself thinking back to the last time we met. During our last conversation about our kinks and desires, I recall her telling me then that she felt that she needed to be held accountable, to have boundaries and not get away with everything. Perhaps it is the greater understanding of our dynamic, or maybe my fear of letting things slip back into the way they always are, but I find myself determined not to let this slide unanswered. 

"Ashley, you've apologized for similar situations in the past. This has been happening for years now. If we are going to be friends, then I need you to understand that I deserve a little more respect than I've been given by you in the past. That means no more of these little games."

Ashley looks up at me, both angry and a little flustered at being scolded.

"I just said I'm sorry! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to acknowledge that things are going to be different from now on. I want you to understand I am not someone to be toyed with at your leisure."

"You keep saying that like I owe you something. In case you don't recall, I have other friends. I've been in relationships. Given our history, I doubt they'd be happy with our friendship."

"So it's okay for you to treat me like shit just because of a relationship?" My voice raises slightly. "How is that reasonable? Regardless of who you're with, or what circumstances our lives are in, the way you've treated me the past few years isn't fair or respectful in the slightest. I truly think you know that too."

Ashley looks at me for a few moments, before her eyes return to the floor. "Fine. I already said I was sorry."

I take a breath, then bring my voice back to an even tone. "Maybe. Unfortunately I've heard that before. If I had my way this issue would have been dealt with properly quite some time ago. Perhaps now is as good as ever."

Ashley looks back up at me, a questioning expression on her face and a daring look in her eyes. "Oh, and just how should it be 'dealt with?'"

I meet her gaze with steely intent and amusement. "Oh, you know me well enough to know how I think this matter should be resolved."

"Humor me."

"Very well. I think you should be bent over my knee and spanked for how you've acted towards me the past few years."

The tension in the room reaches a peak. We both hold each others stare for a brief few moments unflinching, before she abruptly smiles.

"You're funny." She chuckles incredulously, and with a hint of nervousness.

I give her a small smile, not breaking eye contact. "I wasn't aware that I was making a joke."

"That's even funnier..." her nervous laughter dies down, and she looks down towards her phone on the table.

"You don't believe you've earned it?" I question.

"I don't see how I have." She says, taking a moment before her eyes meet mine in a challenge.

"So if you were trying to get in contact with me, for several months, and I didn't make any effort to respond to you, and only answered you occasionally out of the blue when it suited me, you wouldn't feel like I'm disrespecting you?"

She doesn't answer for a few moments, instead looking straight ahead as if to ignore the question. She finally answers. 

"And what makes you think I would let you do that?" she asks, finally looking back towards me.

"Because I think you know you deserve it. You told me last time we spoke that you wanted to be held accountable for your actions. That clearly isn't happening for you currently, by your own admission. Given our history as well as the fact that I'm both a dominant and the affronted party, it makes sense that I should be the one to administer the discipline."

She looks away again, and a nervous tension fills the room. 

"You're funny." She repeats to herself finally.

"Am I really?" I question. "You clearly are considering it. If you weren't, you'd have likely already told me to fuck off. If my hunch is correct, then I believe you already know that this has been a long time coming, and I think that as much as you're trying to hide it, you want me to hold you accountable for this."

I pause for a moment, giving her the opportunity to comment. When she doesn't, I continue. "I will not force your hand; you are free to say no if you want, and if you do we won't discuss it again. But if I'm correct, then I want you to stand up and follow me upstairs to the bedroom, where we can deal with this properly. Make your choice."

Ashley shifts in her seat on the couch uncomfortably, staring down and considering her options. I sit patiently with my hands linked and wait for her reply. After a few, tense moments she makes up her mind, and with a nervous laugh she stands and turns towards me, not quite meeting my eye.

"Fine, lets get this over with."

I pause for just a moment, letting her words linger and sink in. Then I stand and crook my finger. "Very well. Come with me."

The walk up the stairs is filled with gravitas and anticipation. As we reach the landing and I open the door to the bedroom, I gently take Ashley by the upper arm and lead her inside. 

She watches me as I close the door behind us, her expression a mixture of defiance, anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of suppressed arousal. I stand beside her for a moment, collecting my thoughts, before pointing back towards the corner nearest to the door.

"Ash, I want you to drop your pants and put your nose in that corner while I grab a few things."

It's a simple command, but with those few words, the reality of what is about to occur rapidly sets in, and Ashley looks at me suddenly very nervous. 

"Look, I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Can't you just let this go with a warning, then do this if it happens again?"

I shake my head, looking down at her resolutely. "It has happened too many times to overlook, young lady. You know what you just agreed to, now do as I say before I decide to add extra."

She pouts at the threat, then with a sigh starts to unbuckle her jeans. "And why do these have to come down?" she whines. "Bet you just want to stare at my ass. Asshole."

My resulting smirk is both playful and dangerous. "Partially. But I want you to take some time to think about what got you into this position while I prepare. Also, you just earned extra for that insult." 

She rolls her eyes, then kicks off her jeans and goes to stand in the corner. Normally, I appreciate our back and forth banter; however at the moment I feel it's important to establish my authority clearly for the coming events. I take a quick moment to watch her as she settles in, then make my way to the closet to gather the things I might potentially need. I grab three items; my wooden hairbrush, a pair of handcuffs, and the large wood paddle out from the drawer I keep my implements in. If all goes to plan, I only intend on using my hairbrush, but the other two items are for any undue resistance. Besides that, it allows me to draw out the anticipation and let Ashley contemplate the events that got us here.

I turn back to glance at her and immediately see the naughty girl shifting slightly from foot to foot in the corner.

"Stand still, Ashley. You just earned extra corner time." With an annoyed groan, she stomps a foot and straightens her stance. I sit on the edge of the bed placing my items behind me, then turn to study her for a couple of minutes. I take note of her cute panties that ride up and show just enough to be tempting, and I briefly contemplate if she anticipated this series of events herself. Eventually, after fifteen minutes, I call to her.

"Ashley, come stand in front of me." I command, stepping into my role with the utmost seriousness.

Suddenly looking much more the part of a naughty, well chastised girl, Ashley turns and shuffles her way over towards me, seemingly trying to draw out the process as much as possible, and glancing nervously at the items on the bed behind me. When she comes just within arm's reach, she stops.

I look up at her, and begin to lecture. "Ashley, regardless of what state either of our lives are in, or who we may be with, one thing I will always expect is respect. I may have not been clear enough about it in the past, but I am rectifying that now. Regardless of how busy your life is, or what circumstances surround our relationship, you will show me the basic amount of decency I deserve. You will not ignore my texts; regardless of whether or not you are available or busy, you will at least let me know one way or another. I have and would never done that to you, and after tonight I'm hoping you can say the same."

"I also want us to stop this trend of going months without seeing one another. I don't expect us to be attached at the hip any time soon, but I would like you to make a little bit of effort to see me once in a while. If we are going to be friends, I would like to at the very least not have to wait nearly a year in between meet ups."

I arch my eyebrow. "Do you understand?"

Ashley breaks eye contact and instead stares down at her feet, an indignant blush on her cheeks.

I wait a second, then seeing that a response isn't coming, state plainly "I expect an answer, young lady."

Ashley visibly bristles at being called young lady; whether from anger, embarrassment, or excitement I'm not quite sure.

"Okay, I get it..." She snaps, still not looking into my eyes.

I reach my hand out and lift her chin with my finger, meeting her gaze directly.

"That is not how you respond to me when you are being punished, Ash. I expect a proper, respectful answer. I don't want to add an additional punishment for this as well, but I will."

Her face flames again, but after a brief pause she responds.

"Yes, I do."

"Yes, sir." I correct. "You will give me the proper honorific when in this position."

She stares down at her feet again for a few moments, before relenting. "Yes, sir..."

"Good girl." I answer, noting how natural it feels to say to her. Then, with an air of authority, I lean forward and grasp the sides of her panties, pulling down gently. Immediately, Ashley starts to squirm and whine, grabbing the fabric to prevent its removal.

"Come on, do they really have to come down? They won't even block anything!"

"So I've noticed." I jest. "Now stop squirming and put your hands on your head; I've seen it all before, and there's no way you didn't think this wasn't going to be a bare bottom spanking."

Ashley groans, but obediently removes her hands and places them atop her head. With no more resistance, I gently pull her panties down to her feet, feeling my own arousal spring to life at the sight of the embarrassed, half naked girl in front of me.

With the removal of her panties, there is nothing left to do but to get down to business. I firmly grab her waist and move her to my right side.

"Okay, you know what to do. Bend over my knee."

With only a brief hesitation, she complies, gently leaning over and placing herself into position. I grab her waist with my left hand and help guide her forward until her bare bottom is centered across my lap. I then move my left elbow onto the small of her back, effectively pinning her torso in place. My right hand wanders across the pale skin of her ass, gently kneading and familiarizing myself with it. I take a few brief moments to enjoy myself, taking in the sight of the girl I've cared about for so many years right where I always wanted her. But I am well aware that I have a larger responsibility, and the moment is pushed aside as I raise my right hand and bring it down on the center of her right cheek.

The crack of flesh striking flesh echoes in the room, and either from the sound or the sudden sting, Ashley jumps slightly on my lap. I bring my hand down again, harder, on her left cheek, before starting the punishment in full.

I start to spank with a rhythm, landing roughly a spank per second, alternating cheeks. Ashley squirms slightly, but remains stoic and in place. For all intents and purposes, this is a warm up, but I take my time with this introductory portion of the spanking, getting a good feel for her reactions and sensitive spots. 

By no means am I taking it easy on her however, and the crisp spanks ring out as the second minute of her punishment starts. Ashley's ass has started to develop a nice pink blush, and her squirms are sometimes accompanied with a sharp breath or sigh. 

"You've needed this for quite a long time young lady, haven't you?" I ask as I pick up the intensity of the smacks, bringing my hand down sharply on her sit spots and upper thighs. A small groan tells me that my technique is effective, and I continue my ministrations.

Ashley strains on my lap for just a moment before falling still, the muscles in her legs tight. She stares down at the floor defiantly, determined to not let me win so easily.

"I asked you a question." I remind her, pausing to get a good wind up as I spank the same spot on her left thigh repeatedly, causing the spot to turn quite red quickly.

Ashley bites down on her lip, determined not to cry out, before grinding out an answer through gritted teeth. "Yes....Sir."

I tut as I bring my focus back up onto the center of each cheek, slightly increasing the speed of the slaps. "You are still willful even as you are being spanked over my knee like a naughty brat. It would be far easier for you to take your discipline like a contrite little girl, and stop fighting me." I stop the spanking for a moment to lean down and look at her face. "After all, you are in this position for a reason."

She doesn't respond, opting to stare down at the floor in silence. The quiet, however, is very quickly broken by the familiar sound of my hand cracking across her bottom again.

Three minutes have passed since the start of the spanking. I have since moved my attention to painting her ass a uniform shade of deep pink, touching up on each area as I go, punctuated with the occasional hard slap on her sit spots to keep her guessing. Ashley has still kept from crying out, but the fire slowly building across her bottom is starting to have the intended effect. Her movements have started to become more erratic, her cheeks clenching occasionally after a particularly harsh stroke, and her hands, balled into fists against the floor to start, are now starting to come back towards her waist, not yet interfering but coming close.

"Ashley, you better keep those hands in front of you if you don't want to earn extra." I warn, before continuing my work. The warning is apparently short lived, because a few short moments later, as I work on wrapping up the hand spanking, my fingers snap against a tender spot on her upper thigh and the first loud whine of pain slips through her teeth and her hand flies back to protect her sore bottom. 

"Okay, I get it!" She exclaims, her voice higher than normal and her breathing slightly ragged.

"Evidently you don't." I reply, and grab her wrist with my left hand and pin it to her lower back. "At least not enough to properly follow directions." I then start to spank the same tender spot over and over for the next fifteen seconds, drawing a satisfying series of grunts and gasps. 

I release her hand and reach behind me on the bed, grabbing one of my gathered implements. "You can either keep your hands in front of you like a good girl, or I will handcuff them out of the way, but if you reach back like that again, it won't go well for you. Do you understand?"

Ashley breathes hard for a few moments to catch her breath, before turning towards me, face slightly red from exertion. "What? Aren't we done? I think that was quite enough."

I chuckle to myself, before letting her see the hairbrush in my right hand. Immediately, she bucks on my lap, trying to stand but being held in place by my elbow against her back. "C'mon, Chris, I said I'm sorry. It won't happen again!"

"I'd like to believe you." I answer seriously, before tapping the implement lightly against her backside. "However, given our history I'd like to be one hundred percent sure that the message gets across this time. Now keep your hands out of the way and lean forward. The warm up is over."

Ashley groans again, and with a silent curse turns back towards the floor. I keep tapping the flat of the brush against her reddened skin for a few brief moments, heightening the anticipation. Then, the moment of silence is shattered by the loud crack of the implement.

I afford no warm up with the brush, starting out immediately with a fast and harsh pace. The effect is immediate; Ashley starts to whine and groan less than thirty seconds into the spanking. Her hands grasp my leg in an effort not to throw them behind her, and her legs are pumping, her bottom clenching in response to the onslaught. I take a brief moment to adjust her over my lap, so that her waist is at a ninety degree angle, before focusing my attention back onto her sit spots and thighs. 

The yelps and whimpers now follow every stroke as Ashley's bottom quickly turns a bright red. Two minutes have passed under the brush, and she can no longer take her punishment in defiance. Though she's bent forward at a sharp angle and held in place, Ashley's squirms have started to make me put a significant amount of effort into holding her in position. Her shirt has ridden up her chest to just under her breasts, revealing her lower back glistening with the sweat that also covers my skin. That is not all she is revealing, as her legs are now frantically kicking and splaying under the punishment, giving me a clear view of everything between her legs. While the sight is quite arousing, it also seems to confirm what I had suspected and anticipated.

Deciding that a bit of humiliation would heighten the effect of the punishment, and with my curiosity peaked, I give her five heavy swats to each cheek before placing the hairbrush down on her back. Then, with both hands I reach down and grab a hold of her inner thighs, pulling them apart. Ashley gasps at the exposure, and tries to pull her legs closed again.

"Oh, you can forget about modesty." I inform her. "You've already given me quite the show, and I want to confirm my suspicions." 

With an whine of embarrassment, but wary of earning the paddle still on the bed, she hangs her head and relaxes her legs. I lean down to inspect, and just as I suspected, her pussy is dripping wet, the surrounding skin flushed with arousal.

"Wow, you really are a naughty little brat." I chide, running the very tip of my finger lightly across her folds. A very loud moan of pleasure greets my ears.

"Getting off while getting a bare bottom punishment over my knee... You really do want this lifestyle as bad as you seem to." I ponder aloud to myself. "Perhaps I should up the intensity further, to make sure this isn't all just fun and games for you."

"No!" she yells, squeezing her legs together again. "I'm sorry... I've learned my lesson. Please, can we be done now?"

I seriously consider her words for a moment. Upon inspection, her bottom is a nice cherry red, and though she hides it well I see the moisture surrounding her eyes. Under normal circumstances, I might relent. However, I remind myself that the circumstances that have surrounded our relationship for years has to change for the better. She doesn't need much more, but I intend to make sure she remembers this day well.

"Just a little more, princess." I gently. "Bend back down and brace yourself. You've got one more minute to go, and then I want you back in that corner to think about what you just got. Things need to change between us. From now on, I'm going to be holding you accountable. Every other person in the world can go ahead and let you do whatever you want, but I will not. Do you understand?"

Ashley looks down at the carpet, her face hidden from my view. I almost think she won't respond, but then her words reach my ears. "Yes sir."

"Good girl." Deciding to finish this up, I pick up the hairbrush and quickly start to lay into her. The last minute of the spanking is harsh and unrelenting. I feel the muscles in my forearm flare as I repeatedly bring the implement down on her tender backside. Sweat starts to drip from my brow as Ashley bucks and writhes over my knee trying to escape the sting of the brush, and I spend almost as much energy holding her in place as I do bringing her punishment to an end. Ashley yelps and cries out all throughout the last sixty seconds; whatever defiant stoicism she had going into this is long abandoned. With only twenty seconds remaining, her body gives out and she simply lays across my lap, silently sobbing and accepting her punishment.

I draw the brush back, and with a sense of finality I give the last spank. I let the brush linger on her cheek for but a brief moment, before placing it on the bed behind me. I then gently run my right hand across her bottom, noting with satisfaction the heat that radiates off her reddened skin. I gently rub and caress her skin for a few minutes, letting her calm down from the intense discipline. When her breathing has roughly returned to normal, I lean back and place my hands at my sides.

"You did good, princess. Now I want you to put your nose back in that corner, and to think about what you just received and why. I will tell you when you can come out. Stand up."

Hesitantly, Ashley puts her hands on my thigh and stands on shaky legs. I instantly miss the warm feeling of her body across my lap, but I shove the thought down and watch as she shuffles to the corner and stands in position. I lean back on my elbows and breathe out, slowly coming down from the adrenaline of administering a spanking. I spend the minutes looking at Ashley, taking in her slowly normalized breaths and her mild discomfort in trying to stay still with a sore bottom. I spend a good portion of her corner time inspecting my work from afar, noting the hues of pink and red, and oval splotches from where a harsh stroke of the hairbrush fell.

I decide to call her out after twenty minutes in the corner. I gesture for her to come sit on the bed with me, and with only a little hesitation she complies. I take note of the faint tear streaks on her cheeks that she failed to wipe away, and smile sympathetically as she winces when the blankets touch her hot tender skin.

We sit together silently for almost a half an hour, her gently leaning into me, my arm eventually wrapped around her shoulder, lost in thought. Gradually, the tension is relieved; first as silly little jokes and comments, and then eventually light conversation. We sit and talk until nightfall, and I can't help but be reminded of the early years of our friendship where nights like this were far more commonplace. 

Unfortunately, our meeting slowly winds down to a close. I suppress a smirk of sadistic satisfaction as Ashley winces and struggles to put on her panties and jeans. We descend the stairs and make our way to the living room, and finally the door, where I gently take her by the arm and give her a serious look.

"Before you go home, Ash, I want you to know that I meant what I said. From now on, as long as this lasts between us, I am going to hold you accountable. I apologize for not doing so earlier, but tonight that changes. No more ignored messages, and I don't want to wait six months to see your face again. Understood?"

Ashley sighs and jokingly rolls her eyes. "Yes sir." 

I smile at her. "Good. I don't want to have to put you back over my knee for the same offense anytime soon."

"Oh, so you wouldn't mind putting me over your knee for another reason?" she half teases.

"Hey, you know me. I'm not going to pretend that I didn't enjoy it." I smile back. "You certainly did, all things considered."

Ashley punches my shoulder as an embarrassed blush comes across her face, then yelps when I plant a firm smack across the seat of her jeans.

"Jerk." She mutters rubbing her bottom, not bothering to hide the light smile on her face.

We say our goodbyes, and I watch the adorable blonde girl start the car and head back home. I close the door, before making my way to the shower, running the events of the afternoon through my mind. As I undress and make my way to the bathroom, I think about the promise I made to her. While I wish I would have followed through on it sooner, I feel content, as if a tension that had existed between us for quite some time has been lifted. 

A few days later, I pick up my phone and type out a quick message to Ashley. Nothing major, just a simple check in. As I send it, I think about the tension I normally feel sending her a text, wondering if I would hear back from her now or in a few months. However, a few minutes later my phone buzzes with a response, and without even needing to know the response, I smile.