Eyes of Dominance

Dawn knew she was in for it tonight. She had tried many things to quell her rising nerves, but the pit in her stomach grew as she waited on the text from her partner, the one that would signal the start of her punishment. She had known for nearly a week that she would be disciplined tonight, and though the session hung over her like a specter all week, she could push it to the back of her mind as a problem for future her. However, now that it was here, she instead desperately wished that it had been taken care of earlier, the impending hour of her punishment magnified by her mind building it up over the past few days.

Dawn and Arthur were in a long distance relationship, separated by a few states. While in person visits occurred, things for both of them were busy during the holiday season, and so indiscretions that might warrant a weekend disciplinary visit were off the table for the time being. Not that Dawn was a stranger to having to administer her own discipline; neither her or Arthur could travel every time she broke the rules, and she had become aquatinted with self spanking as a form of punishment in the few months they’ve known each other.

Dawn had earned this spanking, this much she couldn’t deny. She had gotten overwhelmed with her job and family obligations, and had slacked off hard on her assigned chores and rules. Her bedroom cleaning had become half assed, her apartment not much better, she was consistently behind on her edging tasks during the week, and had even a few times used less than respectful language towards her partner. Arthur was an understanding man, and gave her slight leeway, but he was also resolute, and when it became apparent that it was not a one off situation, he sentenced her to a punishment spanking.

Dawn couldn’t argue against his reasoning, but a week of late hours at work, family visitation, and her roommate’s presence prevented her from administering the spanking earlier. So she had to wait for the weekend, when her roommate was absent and she was free from any other obligations. At her dominant’s next text, she would be required to start her punishment under his strict direction and indirect supervision.

She was guiltily grateful that he was visiting family this weekend; once when she was particularly naughty and an in person visit was impossible she was instructed through a spanking via video call, and the memory still haunted her today. She was relieved that tonight she would at least have some privacy in her punishment, though she knew by the end of the night she would be thoroughly embarrassed all the same.

She sat down in a huff on her fluffy blanket, careful not to disturb the arrangement on the bed. Her pillows were stacked in the center of the bed, to their right was her collection of toys and implements, on hand for if and when they were needed. Her collection was smaller than Arthur’s to be sure, but at his encouragement, she had been adding to it over the last few months. A paddle, two hairbrushes, a few rulers, a wooden spoon, a flogger, and a thick belt were set aside for spanking her bottom, while a few different sized butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators, two dildos, a bottle of lube, and handful of clothespins were set aside for more sexualized punishment. She rarely needed more than a few items from the collection, but it was a rule that they all had to be laid out before a spanking anyway, for both easy access and to plant the seeds of dread in her imagination.

She sighed and wrapped her arms around her bare chest, anxiously awaiting Arthur’s message. She was always stripped nude for her punishments, and had already mostly done so, but was not allowed to remove her panties until Arthur told her to do so. He always lowered her panties for a spanking, whether in person or otherwise. It was part of the ritual and surrender of agency, and though it wasn’t as embarrassing as having him do it, it was still humbling to not have permission to bare herself before he willed it. 

She groaned to herself as she felt the cotton between her legs growing more moist at her errant thoughts. She had given her right to orgasm over to him early on in their relationship, and it had been quite a while since her last release. She both cursed and loved how easily she became excited nowadays. 

Maybe, she thought, if I’m good for my punishment, I’ll be allowed to cum….

She knew it was a long shot, considering that this was a disciplinary spanking, not for fun as it often was, but in her addled state of arousal, she could only hope.

Finally, sounding much louder in her mind than it actually was, her phone buzzed and Dawn felt the bundle of nerves in her belly leap into her chest. She quickly opened the message sent from her partner.

Arthur: I’m ready to begin. I trust that you’ve got everything set up already, young lady?

Dawn felt her face flush. She hated being called that, it never failed to make her feel naughty and chastised. Not wanting to keep him waiting, she quickly typed out a reply. 

Dawn: Yes sir.

Arthur: Good. You’re in for a long and hard spanking tonight. Remind me why that is again, Dawn?

She felt her blush deepen. Arthur liked to make her a part of her own discipline. As he put it, it helped reinforce the fact that this wasn't just happening to her, she was the active cause of what was going to occur.

Dawn: Because I wasn’t keeping up with my chores because of work. 

Arthur: Are we still blaming work? Work may have been stressful and overwhelming, but it didn’t make you break the rules, did it? Nor did it force you to be short with me all month.

Dawn: I know. But it’s just been so much with the holidays, and I get agitated in stressful times. 

Arthur: I’m aware. But if your tasks are too much to handle, then you can talk to me and we can figure out a way to relax them if necessary. But you didn’t do that, did you?

His response was sympathetic, but resolute. She knew whining wouldn't get her out of this, and so she decided to show contrition.

Dawn: No sir.

Arthur: Nor is stress a valid reason to be disrespectful or short with me under any circumstances, is it?

Dawn: No sir.

Arthur: I tried to give you some leeway, but that didn’t seem to work. So what has to happen now? What do naughty girls who can’t follow the rules get?

She felt her breath hitch. This was always the most embarrassing part of the lecture. It always made her belly flip with dread and arousal.

Dawn: They get spanked, sir.

Arthur: That’s right, they get a spanking on their bare bottom. And who’s going to administer this punishment?

She was aware of the hitch in her breath at the question, and was grateful he wasn't there to see it.

Dawn: I am, sir.

Arthur: Also correct. Were I there, I would give you quite the butt blistering myself. But I’m not, so you’re going to do your best to emulate that.

Dawn: Yes sir.

A few moments passed, and another text arrived.

Arthur: Then I think it’s about time for those panties to come down. Have you been making a mess in them already?

Her face blanched, and she quickly found herself denying the accusation.

Dawn: Noooooooo

To the contrary, she was very turned on, and the crotch of her panties were quite slick where she had been unconsciously rubbing. But admitting that to him was far too embarrassing, even if they both knew it was true.

Arthur: Really? We both know lying is a punishable offense. Maybe I should have you take a picture of your panties so I can see for myself.

She considered his threat, but found herself growing cheeky anyway.

Dawn: Okay, define mess...

She smirked to herself, but the second she saw that he was typing a reply, she relented.

Dawn: Jk jk jk! I’m sorry! Yes sir, I’m very wet right now.

Arthur: That's what I thought. I’ll overlook your antics…… for now. But it’s time to get serious. 

Dawn sighed in relief. She knew that this was a punishment, and she shouldn't be getting smart with him right before a spanking. But part of her liked to push at the boundaries just a little bit, even if she got stung every once and a while.

Arthur: I think we've waited long enough. Pull your panties down, and bend over the pillows.

The moment of truth had arrived. Dawn closed her eyes, then slid her thumbs into the waistband of her undergarments and gently pulled them to the ground, feeling the air kiss her soon to be punished cheeks. She stepped out of them and hesitated for a few moments before restacking the three pillows at the edge of the bed, and cautiously bent over. 

While it wasn’t the same as being over his knee, Dawn gulped as her bottom was pushed up high, perfectly raised for what was coming. She stretched her arms behind her, making sure she had easy access to her backside, then grabbed her phone and typed out a message.

Dawn: I’m ready, sir.

Arthur: Good. I want you to take me a good before picture to compare your ass to at the end.

She groaned, knowing it was coming but hoping that they could just start. She opened her camera app, then awkwardly held the phone behind her. She tapped at the screen a few times, then checked her photos. She thumbed through the pictures, before choosing the most centered one. She blushed again as the thought crossed her mind that bent over with her butt pushed up like this, the picture she took must in part resemble how she might normally look across his lap to him. She sent the picture and awaited his reply.

Arthur: Good. Cute as always, but when we’re done the shade will be quite different.

Another message arrived soon after.

Arthur: You know the drill. I want you to ask for it.

Dawn buried her face in the comforter. She absolutely hated having to ask for discipline, which is precisely why he did it. She was usually spared the indignity in person, but she was not so lucky when it was self administered. She reluctantly typed the message, knowing that a certain level of specificity was required.

Dawn: Will you please give me a spanking on my bare bottom?

Arthur: Yes, Dawn; I will. Start with 20 spanks to each cheek, alternating cheeks. Make them hard.

Dawn grimaced, and reached back with her right hand. She rubbed her right cheek for a few seconds, almost as if to apologize for what was coming, and then snapped her hand down. A loud pop filled the room, and fresh embarrassment bubbled up as she began her spanking. 

The first few swats, despite her best efforts, were quite tepid. Dawn always had a problem starting off as hard as she should, but she knew from experience that her bottom would be stinging by the end of the night. Alternating between cheeks was far slower than doing the same side consecutively, and Arthur was well aware of that as he told her after her last self spanking. It allowed her to get into the proper mindset for what was to come, he said, and made her concentrate on the quality of each spank more. While the majority of the smackss given during a self spanking would end up consecutively on the same cheek, she was always started off alternating.

After about a minute and a half, Dawn finished up the circuit and messaged him. She was required to send a text after every cycle or task, to update him on what was happening and how effective each portion of the discipline was.

Dawn: It stings a bit, sir. But I’m more embarrassed than anything.

Arthur: That’s fine. A fair bit of embarrassment will do you good, and the pain will follow shortly. 50 spanks each cheek, consecutively, and try to finish each side in under 2 minutes.

She groaned, his message confirming it would be long night. She raised her right hand, and brought it down hard and fast on her right cheek. The heat built up far faster when she didn’t have to alternate hands, and Dawn found herself biting her lip as she counted down the swats in her head. She concentrated the slaps on the center of her cheek; while Arthur would mix between the same spot and spreading them around, it was more difficult for her to reach everywhere he could, and so focused on igniting a fire in the most easily assessable spot.

Her right side was finished with a few hard smacks, and she imagined her butt cheek wore a cute pink blush. She shifted and began spanking her left cheek, cognizant of the time he directed, picking up the pace.

With both sides done, she resisted the urge to rub and sent her message.

Dawn: It’s starting to hurt more, sir. My right cheek more than my left, since I can hit it harder.

Arthur: That’s alright; we’ll even them out later. 

A slight pause, and a second message.

Arthur: Had you not been acting up, we could have been doing this for fun. I might have even let you touch that denied pussy for a while; maybe even let you come with one of your vibrators. However, this is how things ended up.

Dawn: I’m sorry sir. I’ll do better, I promise.

Arthur: We’ll see about that. Another 50 spanks, consecutive. No time limit, but keep them snappy.

Dawn bit down on the blanket, partially in frustration, partially to muffle her grunts as she started to unload on her ass again. This would be the meat of her punishment; a long cycle of self spanking, followed by a comment or two, into the same cycle, until her cheeks were sufficiently reddened or her armed tired out, and a new position or implement was chosen. 

Despite her efforts, a long hiss escaped her lips as her right cheek was starting to really sting under her ministrations, and she had to dig down into her reserves of obedience to finish out the last 10 spanks with the same intensity as she started. She switched sides, and despite having less strength in her left arm, that side of her ass was starting to smart all the same.

All one hundred spanks complete, she checked in.

Dawn: It’s really starting to sting, but my arm is getting tired. I don’t know if I can do another cycle with the same intensity.

She stretched her arm out in front of her and focused on her breathing as she watched him type a reply. 

Arthur: You have exactly two minutes to relax your arms, then I want 50 more consecutive spanks, each cheek. We’ll switch it up after that.

Dawn: Yes sir.

While he was technically granting her a reprieve, she didn’t feel all that thankful. More rest meant a more effective spanking, and as he said there was more to come afterwards. Still, she reminded herself that she earned this and wanted to be held accountable, so she relaxed into the bed and caught her breath.

Her rest time quickly flew by, and she was back to spanking herself again. Her brief break had allowed the stinging of her backside to subside a bit, and so it was an uncomfortable shock to her system to have the embers reignited. While she refrained from crying out, she gritted her teeth hard against the blanket as she continued to punish herself.

While a normal spanking was humbling in that she had little agency after being bent over the knee, and was at the mercy of her spanker, it also allowed her to surrender herself to the punishment as it happened to her. It was out of her hands, so to speak. But during a self spanking, she was an active participant in her discipline the whole time. She was the one carrying out her own punishment, she was the reason this was happening, and that was frustrating and humiliating in its own way.

Finally the cycle was complete, and she collapsed forward, her arms, palms, and ass all sore. She took a moment to collect herself, then texted Arthur.

Dawn: I’m done, sir.

Arthur: Good. How are you feeling? 

Dawn: My ass hurts.

Arthur: I’m not surprised. 

Dawn: My arm also needs a break, that took a lot out of me. 

Arthur: I’m sure. Show me your work.

She groaned and raised her hips, and as before held the phone up behind her backside. When she flipped through the taken pictures, she was surprised that she wasn’t as red back there as she felt, but the skin was still rosy and looked hot to the touch. Most of the coloration was smack dab in the center of each cheek, and a good deal of her butt was unblemished, creating an interesting contrast.

She sent the picture to him, and awaited his appraisal.

Arthur: Good work so far. We’ll need to spread the coverage out a bit more, but that’ll be with the hairbrush.

Dawn felt her heart sink, and she almost unconsciously started typing a plea.

Dawn: Please not the hairbrush sir. I understand I fucked up, and my arm is already exhausted. Isn’t there something else?

Arthur: There are indeed other options, but I have chosen this one, so that’s what it will be. Your arm is about to get a break, as you’re going to be putting in your punishment plug next.

She felt her ass involuntarily clench at those words. She had been training her ass for him for the last two months, and had become somewhat accustomed to being plugged. But still, her punishment plug was larger than the ones she was normally made to insert, and it was quite uncomfortable to put in, even with lube and a helping hand. 

Knowing that argument would likely lead to a worse punishment, she instead tried for leniency.

Dawn: I still have trouble with that one sir, and last time it took me quite a while to get it in without lube. Can I at least use a little bit?

Arthur: You may use your saliva, but no lube. It’s punishment for a reason, Dawn. As for time, I’ll give you a little extra; 10 minutes to insert it, but if I don’t have a picture of that plug in your ass by then, you’ll have a clothespin on your clit for the rest of your punishment. Do you understand?

She sighed in defeat, knowing it was a lost cause.

Dawn: Yes sir.

Arthur: Good. The timer starts now.

Dawn wasted no time. She quickly spit on the end of her right pointer and middle finger, and started to massage her anus. While it was tempting to try right away at inserting the large metal plug, she knew from experience that it was easier when she was relaxed. So with that in mind, she breathed a deep breath and tried to pretend that she was masturbating instead, trying to forget about the timer.

Unfortunately for her, the anal stimulation combined with the heat emanating from her ass was its own form of torture to her wet, denied pussy, and she found herself wantonly grinding herself against the bed. 

If I cum during a punishment, I won’t be able to sit for a week, and he might actually follow through with his threat to lock me in a chastity belt, she scolded herself. 

She gradually slowed her rolling hips, and feeling as relaxed as she was going to get, grabbed the dreaded plug next to her. She spit on the tip a few times, trying to make sure it was well coated. She risked a glance at the clock; just over four minutes had passed. Feeling a bit better about her time limit, she pushed the plug against her hole and began the process of gently pumping it into her.

She was grateful for her decision to warm up first, as she made significant progress quite quickly. However, like always, as she neared the thickest section of the plug, her body struggled to accept it. Furthermore, the feeling of being penetrated had begun to exacerbate her raging need for release, and her mind grew hazy with arousal. Knowing that she didn’t have time to play around, she clamped down as best she could on the ache within her and continued pushing firmly against the plug head.

Suddenly, like a lightning bolt through her body, the plug popped into place, and she bit down on the blanket in order to stifle her moan as the object anchored itself firmly within her. She was vaguely aware just how close to an orgasm she was, but knew that she wasn’t done yet. She got onto her knees on the bed next to the pillow, and gently spread one cheek with a hand while reaching back with the phone in the other. It was quite the explicit image, but the thought of what she was showing off was dulled by the endorphins running through her. She quickly sent the picture to Arthur, and winced as she walked across the room to grab a wet wipe.

This is gonna be a bitch to pull out, she thought to herself. The plug was large and uncomfortable between her cheeks, stretching her poor bottom hole, and her steps to the desk were uneven and stifled. She heard her phone vibrate as she wiped down her right hand, and waddled back to the bed.

Arthur: Good job, you did it faster than I thought. Excellent picture, though it’s not gonna make me take it easy on you.

Dawn: Yes sir.

Arthur: How does the plug feel?

She unconciously reached back towards it, nestled tightly inside her.

Dawn: It's big, sir. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s also turning me on. I got close to an orgasm putting it in.

She honestly reported her feelings, and with a bit of worry watched the text bubble pop up.

Arthur: We’ll I’m glad you told me that, but a naughty girl shouldn’t be getting turned on by her punishment. Are you going to be able to control yourself, or should we drive the message home with a pussy spanking?

Dawn: No sir! I only got a little close, I’ll be good for the the rest of it.

Arthur: Good to hear. I hope that was enough of a break for you, because you’ve got some quality time with the hairbrush ahead of you. 

She sent him a pouting face, hoping to garner some sympathy.

Arthur: Don’t give me that. You know that you earned this. The rules are meant to help anchor you; they exist for a reason. They don’t just disappear when things get tough. And under no circumstances will you act towards me the way you did last week. Do you understand?

Dawn: Yes sir, I’m sorry.

Arthur: Good. I want you to grab the large wooden hairbrush, and get onto the bed. You can either bend over the pillows, or get on your hands and knees, whatever’s easier. But I want you give yourself 20 spanks with the hairbrush, alternating. They need to be hard; I need you to push yourself. The sooner I’m satisfied, the faster it’ll be done. I have no qualms about doing this for 5 to 6 cycles if you aren’t serious.

Dawn: Yes sir.

She reached a slightly anxious hand towards the hairbrush. It wasn’t as big or as heavy as Arthur’s, but she knew that it would pack a wallop, even in her hands. She kneeled next to the pillows, raised her bottom high in the air, and without giving herself time to back out, harshly brought the handle down. A satisfying crack reached her ears, followed by radiating pain across her right asscheek. Biting her lip and grunting, she did it again, harder this time, on her left side.

The hairbrush hurt way worse than her hand, and though the sting from her previous spanking had largely faded, it was quickly replaced with a deep, throbbing pain as the hairbrush worked its magic. She smacked herself again and again, fighting to give herself a real punishment. It was slow going, but she finished the cycle strong, even getting a few involuntary hisses and groans out of herself. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could reasonbly take, but that wasn't for her to decide.

With her first circuit done, she texted Arthur.

Dawn: It burns a lot, far more than my hand. 

Arthur: As I hoped. We are going to do 2 more cycles, 30 swats, consecutive, and then you are going to send me a photo. If I’m satisfied, we’ll work on finishing up. If not, you’ll have 2 more cycles after that, and we’ll continue until you look thoroughly punished. Understood?

Dawn: Yes sir.

She looked down at the hairbrush in her hand, and steeled herself. Her weakening drive was thoroughly reinvigorated; both by the prospect of the end in sight, and knowing that a longer punishment awaited if she faltered. She stretched her arms and begun anew.

The resolve she thought she gained quickly wavered as she approached the end of the first cycle. Her self control crumbling, she whined and started immediately on the second, knowing that she would not have the restraint to go through another two cycles, and she didn’t want to hazard a guess at what punishment she would earn for not completing a spanking.

The sound of wood on bare flesh echoed throughout the room, and Dawn was very grateful that her roommate was gone. The thought of her overhearing her self discipline made her tummy flip in a way she couldn’t quite tell was either humiliation or desire. The feeling was not helped by the punishment plug jostling inside of her ass as the force of the spanks made it jiggle within her. Once or twice she yelped and leapt upwards, the edge of the brush catching the base of her punishment plug and forcing it awkwardly into her. 

Towards the end, the sharp pain of the swats had dulled to an intense throb, and Dawn was sure that she would be feeling her punishment tomorrow. But she couldn’t stop until it was done, or she might chicken out of continuing, so the hairbrush fell again and again until the final smack was counted.

She was far from tears, but she was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. She held her bottom up high and took another photo, and was not surprised to see a very splotched ass on the screen. There was still plenty of unmarked flesh, but the center of each cheek was a deep red, and she could see slight marks where the rim of the brush landed off center. Hoping that it would be enough, she sent the picture to her partner.

She waited for half a minute, flopped face down onto the bed, exhaustion quickly setting in after the prolonged endeavor. Finally, his response arrived.

Arthur: Very good work. There’s some areas we’ll have to clean up, but you did a quite thorough job. I trust you are feeling it?

Dawn: Yes sir! That took a lot out of me. I think I’ll be feeling it tomorrow for sure.

Arthur: Well, before you get too tired, there's a couple spots you can touch up. I want you to go over towards your mirror, point your butt at it, and give yourself 5 hard swats anywhere that isn’t very red or stinging. Even out that blush, send me another picture, and then we’ll be done.

Dawn groaned, but she knew better than to argue. She stood up with great effort, and gingerly walked over to the standing mirror in the corner of her room. She turned around and stuck her ass out, admiring her work. She mused to herself that her butt looked cooked quite well done already, but being too close to the end to risk disobedience now, she started delivering the final spanks as best she could. She mainly focused on the awkward to hit places bending over, like her sit spots and the outer edge of her cheeks, and by the time she was done, most of her butt had a nice rosy complexion, despite some asymmetry.

She pointed the phone at the mirror and took what she hoped would be the final picture, and went back over to the bed, laying on her side so as not to disturb the plug in her bottom. His message came slightly after.

Arthur: Good girl. I’m glad you delivered your punishment so well. How are you feeling?

Dawn: Well, it hurts. Not nearly as bad as if you would have did it, but it as good as I can do. Definitely will hurt to sit tomorrow.

She waited a minute, then continued.

Dawn: The plug is quite uncomfortable as well. Can I please take it out now that I’m a good girl?

Arthur: No. You’re going to go to bed with it right where it is, and tomorrow you’re going to sit on your stool and write me a handwritten copy of your rules, and an explanation as why it’s important to follow each of them them. Then and only then can you take it out.

She signed dramatically at the declaration, and quickly sent him a string of pouting emojis.

Arthur: Don’t pout at me, young lady. Would you prefer to do it on the punishment stool instead?

Dawn’s face lit up with a heavy blush, and her stomach turned over. The Punishment Stool was just her ordinary stool, but with her largest dildo affixed to the seat. She would have to insert the tip into her anus, then slide all the way down until her ass touched the seat, until she was done whatever task she was asked. The threat of it was more than enough to have her backpedaling.

Dawn: No sir,  I’ll keep it in….

She pouted to herself and put her head down in defeat. The buzz in her hand a minute later brought her back to attention.

Arthur: Good girl. You really did well tonight; I’m proud of you. 

She smiled slightly at the praise, and sent him a blushing face and a thumbs up.

Arthur: Stellar camera work as well. Looking at these wonderful pictures has gotten me quite excited.

Dawn blushed again, and with a roll of her eyes, responded.

Dawn: I’m happy SOMEONE enjoyed themselves….

She punctuated her message with a crying emoji.

Arthur: Don’t give me that. You said yourself that you almost came during your punishment. Quite naughty; you’re not supposed to be enjoying your discipline. I however am quite allowed to enjoy your pain.

With the spanking behind her, and feeling a little bit bolder, she pressed her luck.

Dawn: In that case, am I allowed to see how excited you are?

A few minutes passed by, and she almost thought his silence was her answer, until the phone rumbled in her hand.

Arthur: Well since you asked so nicely…

A moment passed, and then she recieved a picture. True to his word, he was quite erect at the moment, his cock firmly gripped in his left hand while he laid back in bed, bare from the waist down. The sight of him, hard from her punishment, only added to her building arousal. Her hand had started to rub at her clit in slow, gentle circles, and she made a request.

Dawn: It’s a little embarrassing to admit, sir, but I’m still very wet after my punishment, and you said I was a good girl tonight. Am I allowed to edge?

Her breath quickened as she saw him type a reply.

Arthur: You may, but only for a little bit, and absolutely no cumming. You've still been a bad girl this month, and I want you nice and needy for me when I visit you next. I'm thinking maybe next weekend if things work out, but I'll let you know when it gets closer.

She didn't care that she wasn't allowed to cum; the only thing on her mind was soothing the ache between her legs.

Dawn: Yes sir.

Arthur: Unlike you, however, I am under no such restriction. I will be relieving myself, and then heading to sleep. I don't want you up all night either; you may play for a little bit, then it's bedtime. Understood?

Dawn: Yes sir. Goodnight!

Arthur: Goodnight, Dawn. Sleep well.

She put the phone down and turned slightly onto her stomach. Her ass still ached from the hairbrush, but it was a dulling slightly. Her fingers circling around her clit sped up their pace, but she knew better than to tip over the edge; even if he wouldn't know, she wanted to follow his command.

She bit her tongue and her other hand grasped the end of her plug, pulling and pushing it gently into her. She thought about his next visit, and whether she would end up in a similar position as she was now. The thought wasn't unappealing, but Dawn resolved to herself that should she find herself getting spanked by Arthur next weekend, it would be for pleasure, not punishment. With how uncomfortable tonight's session was, she didn't want to risk pushing him anymore and seeing what he'd do to her in person.

She played for a little while, until she didn't trust herself any further, and cleaned up the rest of her toys. Feeling extremely exhausted and spent, she fell to the bed and drew the fluffy blanket up around her shoulders. The plug in her bottom still ached, but she was too tired to care. As she drifted off to sleep, she found herself grateful Arthur was always there to hold her accountable, even when she had to deliver the message to herself.