Eyes of Dominance

“Amber, stop moping. What’s else do we have on the list?” Chris said with a frown, as Amber silently kicked her shoe against the display in the retail store they were currently in.

“Sweetheart, I'm speaking to you” he added in a joking tone, when no response was forthcoming.

“Cereal….” She yawned drearily, not bothering to look at the small list in the left pocket of her yoga pants.

“Well don’t sound too enthusiastic now” Chris dryly joked, before pushing the cart down the aisle past a large group of customers. Neither of them particularly liked to shop on the weekends, especially around so many people, but an otherwise busy week forced their hand. 

“You act like I even want to be here…” she whined petulantly, the accusation clear in her tone.

“You think I would let you stay home after this morning?” Chris replied dryly, and Amber bristled. “It was either come with me, or get locked in the belt. Which do you prefer again?”

Amber had earned herself three weeks of orgasm denial following a huge temper tantrum thrown earlier in the month. While a submissive girl, Amber was used to getting what she wanted, and even though being told no filled her with contentment, it also frequently bruises her ego, something she does not take well, and frequently led to punishment.

The day had been started with bed with Chris teasing Amber’s pussy with his fingers, enjoying her mewling at the sensations. Amber always complained at the daily edging that occurred whenever she was suffering through denial punishment, but Chris reasoned that it wouldn’t be a sufficient punishment if she weren’t regularly reminded of her predicament. Amber would outwardly protest, but secretly she enjoyed having her pleasure being out of her hands, for another to decide.

That did not mean that she was immune to frustration, far from it, and she had begged and pleaded with him to give her a reprieve just this once, a request that was denied just like her orgasm. What’s more, he had the audacity to use her mouth for his own release right after. Though her pleasure was under restriction, Chris wasn’t going to let his own needs go unsatisfied. The fact that he was free to use her as he pleased, while she was only allowed to drip down her thighs unsatisfied, thoroughly wounded her pride, and being a brat at heart, she could not simply let it go. 

And so the seeds of today’s conflict were planted. Amber had been engaging in a silent temper tantrum all morning, being quiet, moody, and making snide comments whenever able. This trip to the store had not changed matters, and she had taken to silent acts of resistance; wandering off when Chris wasn’t looking, ignoring his requests and questions, and doing her best to look as pitiable as possible.

“I’m expecting an answer” Chris said more forcefully, and Amber rolled her eyes in annoyance.

It did not take long to consider. After a particular incident early on in their relationship, Amber was not trusted to be without supervision during denial punishment. Because of this, she was made to wear a chastity belt for the duration of her sentence. She did not always have to keep it on; she was allowed to go to work without it, as well as when Chris was around to watch her, but any time spent at home alone or out by herself necessitated it’s use. Needless to say, Amber hated being made to wear it, as it was both uncomfortable and humiliating. 

“Being here, I guess….” she mumbled, all too aware of the circling customers around them, followed by a defensive “What?” when Chris turned around to give her a pointed glance.

Reaching the cereal aisle, Chris dropped two boxes of Cheerios into their half filled cart before turning back towards her. “That handles groceries. What else is left?”

“Y'know, If you can’t even remember what we need, why am I the one carrying the list?” she groaned in exasperation.

“Because we’re here together, and I’m not gonna let you sulk while I do all the work just because you didn’t get off.” He said, a bit too loudly for her liking. Thankfully, no one else was in the aisle.

“I’m not sulking” she whined unconvincingly, “I just don’t see the point of following you around reading off things like you’re illiterate.”

“Well then, perhaps you can help out by grabbing some stuff yourself” he countered. “And watch your tone. What are the next two items on the list?”

Rolling her eyes, Amber acquiesced and drew the paper from her pocket. “Paper towels and dish soap.”

“Good, they’re pretty close together” he smiled. “You can help by getting the dish soap, I’ll grab the towels.”

Amber glared at him in a silent struggle, before she wordlessly turned and started walking.

Following behind her, Chris silently debated with himself. On one hand, he found her petulance quite adorable, and he didn't want to be too overbearing as he had sympathy for her plight. On the other hand, he didn’t want this attitude to escalate into further disrespect, a very real possibility in his experience. He understood her frustrations were valid, but that did not warrant it being taken out on him, when it was her actions that led here. He decided to ease up just a bit, but keep an eye on her behavior.

He was right to worry.

As she moved towards the home chemical section, annoyed further by all the passing people, pent up frustration of her situation and embarrassment at being rebuked quickly broiled into resentment. She knew she was being punished, but the daily edges did not seem fair to her this far into her punishment, and she further debased herself into begging for release, only to be denied. She should be allowed to wallow in her self pity alone, at home, rather than be marched around the store like a naughty girl. The fact that she had the option to stay home was never considered, as spending any more time in the chastity belt than was strictly required was unthinkable.

He thinks I’m being difficult? Oh no, I’ll show him being difficult… she resolved, a mischievous smirk growing on her lips. She knew she was already on thin ice, but her wounded pride demanded action. Besides, Chris was not one to make a scene in public; all she wanted to do was mess with him a bit, make her point, and back off if he started to get too annoyed with her. The music playing loud over the speaker through the store, an empowerment anthem by a prominent pop star, only served to emblazon her resolve.

Reaching the aisle, she plucked a bottle of dish soap from the top shelf, then patiently waited for Chris to return with the paper towel rolls. As he approached, she casually tossed the bottle into the cart, looking as disinterested as she could muster. 

Chris showed no reaction, only looking expectantly at her. “Alright, next I believe was-"

“Lightbulbs, remember?” she said in her flattest voice. “The one in the laundry room is out.”

“Yeah, I remember, but that’s all the way across the store” he answered.

“Well, it’s the next item on the list, soooooo……” she deadpanned.

Holding her gaze for a moment, Chris sighed and started pushing towards the lightbulbs. Amber followed behind him, waiting until they were roughly halfway there, before stopping and putting her hand on the cart.

“Wait, I just realized I grabbed the wrong soap! Do you mind waiting for me; I want to get a better one.”

Chris hesitated, put off by her sudden care, but seeing nothing wrong with the request, answered “Sure.”

“Thanks” she said, giving him her first smile of the day, before retrieving the bottle and walking back the way they came. 

Chris stood next to the cart, in the middle of the clothing section, patiently waiting while browsing his phone. One minute turned to two, and two bled into five, before Chris got suspicious. He turned the cart and started back towards chemical, keeping his eyes open for Amber.

He found her four aisles over from the dish soaps, at the car air freshener display.

“Oh, there you are!” She looked up, trying to look surprised. “Sorry; I found the right bottle, but I saw these and realized my car could use one. Which do you think smells better; cool breeze or fresh linen?”

Chris eyes narrowed at her, but her only response was to shrug and dramatically gesture as if she was waiting.

“Cool breeze.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking fresh linen too” she decided, throwing the small package into the cart.

Chris gave her an exasperated look, but nodded and began crossing the store to the lightbulbs again. 

Yet again, halfway there, Amber turned and stopped the cart with her hand. 

“Actually, aren’t these the paper towels that don’t rip well? I’ll grab us better ones” She reached into the cart to grab the packaging.

“Those are the ones we normally get” Chris arched his brow. “Are we now critiquing my brand choices?”

“I’m just trying to y’know, contribute. Remember?” Amber shrugged again, as if it were obvious.

“Hmm” Chris hummed, unconvinced. “Well, you can get a new one if you’d like. Preferably quickly. Meet me over by the lightbulbs when you’re done.” 

Chris left and made his way to the home section, finding the replacement bulbs quickly.. However, it became evident that Amber was not going to be as efficient, as the minutes crawled by without sign of her. 

He debated going to retrieve her again, but as her actions had nearly doubled the time he expected to be here, he reasoned it would be faster to finish what shopping he could himself.

With another sigh, he left the aisle and picked up some of the remaining items that were nearby, keeping an eye out for his partner. Yet when he circled back to the rendezvous point, Amber was yet again nowhere to be seen. Thoroughly vexed at this point, Chris called her phone. The phone seemed to ring on and on, and as he started to suspect he was being ignored, she picked up.

“Hello?” She answered, feinted concern in her voice.

“Those must be some extra heavy paper towels” he deadpanned. “I’ve been waiting for nearly 15 minutes.”

“Sorry, I had to use the bathroom. I’m heading towards you now.”

“Hmm. I’ll see you soon.” His low, flat tone sent shivers down Amber’s spine as she left her hiding spot near the restrooms and meandered her way across the store, taking the longest possible path to his location.

She rationally knew that she was taking things further than intended, but all the pent up emotion from the past few weeks was bubbling to the surface, and she couldn’t help it. She wanted him to feel as frustrated as she had been since her denial started; to understand being teased and played with. She knew that it was wrong, and that she was headed for a punishment very quickly, but the petty part of her won out over the analytical. 

She finally saw him standing at the end of the aisle, and though his expression gave little away, she could tell he was not happy with her. The look made her feel slightly guilty, but not enough to overcome her childish satisfaction, and the curious pit of excitement in her belly.

“I see you still have the same paper towels” he noted, glancing down to the package in her hands.

“Yeah, they actually didn’t have one that was really better, so I thought I’d hang on to it; since you chose it yourself and all” she yawned dismissively.

Chris clearly wasn’t pleased, but he swallowed his annoyance and said “Well, while you were on your adventure, I picked up most of what I remembered. Let me see the list so I can double check that we have everything and finally get out of here.”

Feeling anticipation in her gut, Amber made a show of reaching into her pocket, then swiveling around and looking confused.

“Oh, I don't have it on me...." she said, sound none too surprised. "I must’ve left it in the bathroom while I was there. Here, take this,” she passed him the pack of towels, “and I’ll go get it.”

Their eyes locked for a tense moment, and then suddenly Chris smiled.

“No, don’t worry about it” he responded, and Amber was instantly put on guard. He turned the cart and started pushing, nodding as another couple let them by. “I’ll figure it out, and I just remembered something we needed to pick up.”

Without speaking further, and the air of annoyance gone, he pushed the cart towards hair care. Amber floated behind him, curious and a little anxious at his sudden change in demeanor.

They pushed through the throngs of people until they arrived at cosmetics, and though Amber thought that perhaps he meant to buy conditioner, she was puzzled when he instead patiently waited for a few women to pass before entering hair accessories. Her curiosity became nerves when he walked over to the hanging hairbrushes, and the pit in her stomach grew further.

Chris said nothing, merely admiring the selection, before he pulled a thick wooden one off the hook. Nervousness compelled Amber to finally speak.

“Another hairbrush? I though you liked the one you have…” she blushed at her memories of said hairbrush across her backside.

“Oh, I do” he smiled, not looking at her. He smacked the flat back of the brush against his palm, causing Amber to jump, before frowning and pulling down another. “But I don’t always have it with me; it’d be good to have a spare for when I need one, like today.”

“My guy, your hair looks just fine” Amber joked. Her brat senses detected warning in his words. She looked around; there was no one else in the aisle, but she could here other customers elsewhere in the nearby aisles.

“Oh, it’s not for me” he corrected, smacking his hand again with the flat of the brush, and Amber jumped again.

“Oh?” Amber hoped that she sounded more casual than she did.

“Yeah” Chris confirmed. “After we’re done in here, I plan on having a long conversation with you in the packing lot, and unfortunately my hairbrush is at home.”

Amber froze up, Chris finally looked over to her, and for a moment they just stared at each other.

“But why though?” Amber dropped pretenses of ignorance, her voice shaky and petulant.

“Watch your tone” he smiled, looking down the aisle at passing shoppers. “Neither of us want to cause a scene, and know that if you do so with the intention of embarrassing me, things will be far, far worse for you. It’s not worth it…” he added, after she shot him a look of indignation.

“As to why, that shouldn’t be much of a question, should it?” He shot her a pointed look, and she flushed a guilty red and looked down for a brief second.

“It’s not fair though!” she complained with a raised voice, drawing a curious glance as another couple passed by the aisle. “You’ve been on my case all day.”

“Because you’ve been a brat all day” he countered. 

She began a retort, but was cut off. “I’m not having this discussion in the middle of the store. You know you’ve earned it, and I’ve already made up my mind. Save it for the car.” 

Amber pouted and shot him a death glare, but he turned unfazed back towards the hairbrushes again.

“What you can do is turn around, march yourself back to the bathroom, and put in your ‘jewel’” he said euphemistically, and Amber’s face went pale. What he referred to was the large silicone plug in her purse, always with her for exactly this kind of occasion.

Her desperation was clear. “Oh come on, that’s-“

“I don’t want to hear it” Chris interrupted again “or do I need to buy myself a new belt too?” He pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and showed Amber the six minute timer counting down.

“If this hits zero and you’re not back, I’m adding two weeks to your punishment, minimum” he warned.

Amber heard two girls giggle from the next aisle over, and though it was unlikely that they heard what was said, she was mortified by the concept of someone overhearing her getting scolded. So she turned towards Chris, gave him the most defiant look she could muster, and started her journey to the restroom again.

Chris watched her walk away, appreciating the view of her rear end in yoga pants, as of now unblemished, and returned to picking out the proper hairbrush.

Amber walked hurriedly towards the restroom, her anger and wounded pride being supplanted by guilt and trepidation. The bathrooms were about a minute to walk to, which means she had about four minutes to insert the plug, without lube, in the stall. She prayed that no one would be in the restroom while she was there, and lucked out; a group of women exited past her at the door, leaving her briefly alone.

She quickly entered the stall, fumbling through the purse to the deceptive black velvet pouch within. If glanced at from the outside, it appeared like another makeup bag, but as she unzipped the top, the contents were revealed, and she removed the butt plug, the second largest they owned, placing the purse next to her. 

She glanced around; there was no way she was going to risk wetting it in the sink, so she pulled her yoga pants down, panties with them, and spit on the tip of the plug. Her phone was in the purse, but she didn’t need it to know time was not on her side, so with a grimace, she bent forward slightly and stuck her ass out, reaching back with her hand and felt the tip push against her most intimate orifice.

She groaned silently and began to push, twisting to work the sizable plug into her ass. She cursed to herself; the silicone was certainly more comfortable to wear for long stretches as opposed to the metal plugs she was often made to wear, but the material wasn’t as slick as metal when minimally lubricated, and getting it in her was uncomfortable and slow. She could almost feel the time slipping by, but while she felt herself stretching to accept the size of it, she could not get past the widest part of the body, and she began to worry.

Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she pushed again, just as she heard heels on the floor entering the restroom. The shock of not being alone anymore must have unconsciously forced her hand, and she gasped at the full body sensation as the width of the plug finally popped in, and neatly settled between her cheeks. She prayed that her reaction was silent. 

Pulling up her pants, she was dismayed to suddenly feel just how wet she had gotten in the past few minutes. The pit of excitement smoldering within her had ignited into a blaze with little effort, and she again cursed her daily edges for making her this sensitive. Hoping that the head of the plug wouldn’t show through her tight pants, she gathered her composure and exited the stall. 

Chris had selected a brush when she had returned, her flushed face and embarrassed glances telling him that the deed was done. He looked to make sure no one was nearby, then quickly grabbed her ass, satisfied to feel the head of the plug against his fingers.

Amber bit down on her lip to suppress a moan, and Chris gave her a knowing smirk.

“Thirty seconds to spare” he noted, pausing the counter on his phone, and then casually pushed the cart along back into the traffic of shoppers. 

“Can we please go now?” Amber questioned pleadingly, trying to walk normally with the object lodged inside her.

“Not yet” Chris answered, “we still need to get the last few things, and then we can leave.”

Amber grumbled, but the plug was already starting to have its intended effect, and she silently followed behind with a dejected expression. 

Chris briefly considered taking a long time to finish up, just to drive the point home for Amber, but sympathy and his own desire to escape the red and white walls of the store won out, and they were through the checkout line and out the door within five minutes.

When they reached the car, Chris pointed to the backseat. “In. I’ll load the trunk, and then we’re going to deal with you.” With a pout and huff, she obeyed.

Packing the trunk of the red SUV went fairly quick, and after closing the door Chris rounded the left side, new hairbrush in hand, and sat down in the drivers seat. When Amber looked at him, he smiled and glanced around. “Not the best place to be parked for this kind of discussion” he nodded at the packed lot around them. 

“…… I just want to go home” she whined.

“And we will, once we’ve dealt with your attitude” he promised.

Sitting in the back seat, Amber felt much the role in the role of a naughty girl as he pull back out of the space and looked for a secluded spot in the far back of the lot, with no cars or people in the vicinity.

Before he got out, he plugged in the Bluetooth adapter for his phone, fiddled with the screen for a moment, then exited the drivers seat and opened the other passenger side door in the back next to Amber.

“Now then, let’s have that chat” he started, but his next words were cut off by Amber’s exasperated voice.

“Can we, like, please just get this over with? I really just want to go home?” she pleaded, still defiant in her contrition.

Chris eyed her for a brief moment, then nodded.

“Yeah, let’s get started then.”

A hand extended, and he pulled Amber over his lap, adjusting himself into the middle of the back seat. It wasn’t a comfortable fit, but he had more than enough room to administer a good spanking. His thumbs slid into the waistband of her pants and panties, and with a tug they were down around her knees. Amber instinctively raised up to cover herself, but an elbow against her back pinned her chest to the seat. Her right hand was pinned behind her back, and her left was slung under her head to cushion it from the seat.

Content with her position, Chris glanced around. They were far in the back of the parking lot, and he had a great view of the surrounding area, ensuring that they wouldn’t be seen. He wanted the punishment to feel public without risking an actual audience. Still, it was better to be safe, and with the press of a button on his phone, music started to play from the car speakers. Amber groaned on his lap; it was another pop empowerment anthem, working further to highlight her predicament.

Then his hand fell, and Amber bit down on her tongue as the spanking started. Even with the music, it was louder than she anticipated, and a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her. A minute went by as his hand peppered her bottom with hard and fast blows; Chris was clearly unhappy with her antics. He started to voice his displeasure with heavy handed swats to her sit spots.

"Now Amber, I'm sympathetic to your frustrations. I was even prepared to let some of this go as you needing to vent. But this is no one's fault but your own; if you learned to control your temper, you would have never been placed on orgasm restriction, and we wouldn't be having this discussion." He punctuated his words with a flurry of swats at the end of each statement.

"I didn't even do anything" she breathed into the seat cushion. "I was just messing around."

A hard slap against her thigh disagreed. "No, you were trying to get on my nerves under the excuse of 'messing around.' We should have been out of here in fifteen minutes, twenty minutes at the absolute most. We've now been at the store for close to double that, nearing an hour at this rate." He continued to spank, and Amber gritted her teeth as he focused on smacking the same cheek over and over. "If you wanted to go home so bad, then you would've been cooperative. Instead, you tried to make me as upset as you, all because you couldn't cum this morning. Tell me; what part of that sounds like someone learning their lesson?"

Amber made no effort to answer, and so Chris continued to rain down swats. In response, she buried her head down into the crook of her elbow and tried the zone out. But while the spanking was far from the most severe she'd experienced due to the cramped environment, the echo of the smacks bouncing throughout the car, the butt plug giggling between her cheeks, and the ever present possibility that someone could hear or see, however unlikely, kept her firmly rooted in the moment, and she squirmed as the heat began to build as her ass began to develop two large red splotches.

Three minutes passed under the sting of his hand, before he reached down and grabbed the hairbrush nestled between his back and the seat. He tapped the brush against the rapidly reddening skin, and looked around again. Reassured that no one was close by, he brought the wooden implement down, and a loud crack filled the car.

Amber hissed at the sting; while not as heavy or as wide as Chris' regular hairbrush, this new brush still packed a meaningful punch. What's more, the sound of the brush against her ass filled her with worry.

"Please Chris, someone might hear!" she whined, writhing weakly on his lap as he held her in place bringing the brush down rhythmically.

He paused his ministrations and laid the hairbrush on her lower back, taking the opportunity to gently rub her butt.

"Amber, I have a perfect view of the lot; no one is even within one hundred feet of us. You should have learned by now, sweetheart, that you will be disciplined whenever you act up. Whenever and wherever I need to do so. I'm not an exhibitionist, but I won't allow you to think you can give me an attitude just because we're out. Do you understand?"

She pouted and shook her back fiercely, trying to throw the hairbrush off her back and preferably under a seat, but Chris grabbed it before it slid too far off of her and immediately brought it down harshly five times across her right sit spot.

"Oww, yes! I'm sorry!" she finally whined through gritted teeth as the brush fell again across her left sit spot.

"I'm sorry for what? You're being punished; say it properly" he scolded, keeping the pace of five consecutive swats on each cheek before alternating.

"I'm sorry for giving you an attitude, sir" she said breathlessly, shifting her weight around in an ill fated attempt to dodge the brush's blows.

"Who's fault is it that you are on denial?" he questioned, continuing his efforts.

"Mine."

"It's not fair to take those frustrations out on me, is it?"

"No, sir" she conceded, drumming her foot against the inner car door.

"What happens when you act out in anger towards me?" he asked.

"I get a spanking."

"And does it matter where we are?" he pushed.

"No sir!” she whined, starting to lose composure under the hail of swats.

“That’s right. You seem to be getting the message. Let’s finish this up then.”

A furious crescendo of spanks filled the car, followed by two hard wallops, one on the center of each cheek, signaling the end of the spanking. It was not the longest spanking, lasting just over five minutes, nor was it the most severe; if she were to bruise, it would be slight enough to fade in a day or so with arnica cream. But psychologically, it seemed to have the intended effect. Chris turned the music back down, and a devilish curiosity crept into his mind as Amber laid silently across his knee.

A surprise groan filled the car as he unexpectedly ran his finger across Amber’s slit, quickly pushing inside her, and then retreating. He then grabbed the head of the plug and gently began to pump it, moving the toy back and forth inside her ass, careful to never pull it fully out.

“Look how worked up you are right now” he teased. “Naughty brat.”

Amber moaned in response, no longer able to care where she was. The combination of being vigorously spanked, the plug sodomizing her rhythmically, and the constant teasing and denial of her pussy, overwhelmed her senses, and she was quickly reaching the edge.

“Please sir…. can I please cum?” she begged, lost in the sensations.

“Nope; you’ve still got another ten days to go” Chris smiled. He stopped his ministrations, and Amber buried her head in embarrassment. 

“Y-yes sir” she answered meekly.

He pulled her yoga pants back over her butt, eliciting a hiss from the well punished girl. They both exited the car and reentered up front, Amber sitting gingerly on the seat, and began the drive home.

For five minutes, they were completely silent, both lost in thought. Finally, it was Amber that spoke.

"I'm sorry" she offered lamely, not knowing what else to say.

"I know" he replied. "And I know this month has been a lot for you."

He stopped at the light, and gave her a thoughtful look.

"I'll tell you what. If you can prove to me that you can accept your punishment without further complaint, I'll consider knocking a day or two off your sentence. But it's going to be hard; you are going to give me at least three more edges today, and it'll be the same tomorrow."

Amber sat quietly, considering his words. Embarrassed, she turned her face towards the window, and muttered her reply.

"Yes sir."

Amber would earn many a spanking in the days to come, and would be under denial punishment as often as not. But whenever they shopped, she was sure to be on her best behavior, the wooden hairbrush in her purse always serving as a reminder of the consequences otherwise.