Eyes of Dominance

As Kelly stood staring at the off white colored walls with her nose firmly planted in the corner of the kitchen, she began to contemplate exactly what her pride was worth. She could hear the soft clinking of plates in the sink, and knew that her unfair punishment was not far off. Not that it was unfair in truth, she knew, but rather that the preceding circumstances warranted some level of leniency. Leniency that she might get, if she earnestly apologized, which stung her aforementioned pride due to the circumstances leading up to her impending punishment. Maybe she did owe Tom an apology, but admitting that would be admitting that she deserved what was coming, and she didn't know if she could do that.

The trouble started at work. Kelly had a successful career in an important administrative role within her company, a role she was proud to fill. However, it was often a stressful position, and today was a particularly hard day, capped off in a tense meeting with higher ups that did not go as hoped. She had hoped that she could quickly retreat home and decompress, but a bad traffic accident on her route home nearly doubled her commute, and she pulled up to their home after dark, tired and agitated.

When she walked through the door, Tom was there to greet her, and as always listened to her unload the troubles of her day. Tom was her longtime boyfriend, and he was very supportive of her, something she was eternally grateful for. He was her rock in turbulent waters, her emotional anchor in tough times. And when he needed to be, which was often, her disciplinarian. Despite viewing herself as a serious career woman, Kelly was prone to bouts of immaturity and self centered behavior, behavior that Tom would correct when it became problematic. They had settled on this dynamic early in their relationship, and for the past five years it had worked for them. 

Talking through her emotions with him should have made her feel better as it normally did, but today Kelly found herself getting more and more irritated as she recounted the details of her terrible day. Pent up annoyance that she pushed down during work began to bubble up to the surface with each frustrated anecdote, and she found herself getting mad about the day all over again. Her simmering anger continued to build and build, and despite herself she could feel she was looking for something, or someone, to focus her frustration on.

They were sitting in the kitchen as Tom prepared dinner and Kelly continued to languish about her terrible bosses, when he asked her to take care of her overdue chores before dinner was finished. The dishwasher needed to be emptied, she had clothes from earlier in the week still in the drier waiting to be folded and put away, and her side of the bedroom was a mess and needed to be tidied up. Kelly was stuck silent by the statement, her venting briefly forgotten. This was quite a normal request from him; they both took care of separate house responsibilities, and all of the above were hers, but Kelly didn’t want to do anything tonight but eat dinner and curl up on the couch with a show to relax. After the day she had, the last thing she should have to do is chores. Surely he agreed...

She tried to persuade Tom to let her have the night off, but he flatly refused, rightfully reminding her that she put off the chores yesterday after work too, and that’s why they were building up. Feeling even more irritated, she then asked if they could at least be finished after dinner, but he said that she wouldn’t want to do them any more after eating either. He must’ve sensed further argument, because before she could push her case further, he gave her “The Look,” signaling the end of the matter, and went back to cooking.

Having no other option, Kelly begrudgingly complied, but the resentment boiling up in her gut now had a fresh target. She stomped over to the drier and grabbed an armful of clothes, then briskly walked back to their room and hastily stuffed clothes haphazardly into her dresser without care. She then shoved all the clutter around her side of the bed and dresser into the closet, making sure to make as much noise as possible as if to voice her displeasure. Finally, she returned to the kitchen where Tom was still cooking and quickly began to unload the dishwasher, intentionally putting cutlery and dishes where they didn't belong, humming passive aggressively to herself all the while. 

Finished, she slumped down at the kitchen table and waited for dinner to be done. Tom was surely aware of her malicious compliance, but he said nothing of it, and soon he was finished cooking. The day thoroughly ruined in Kelly's eyes, she grabbed a plate, intent on finishing as quickly as possible and sulking off to bed to scroll through her phone for the rest of the night. But despite her desire for moody silence, Tom began to attempt conversation with her, either oblivious to or not indulging in her attitude. Kelly mostly sat in awkward silence, giving him curt responses in the hope that he would take the hint and leave her alone. Still, Tom continued his to talk as if nothing was wrong, and Kelly could feel the swelling balloon of anger within her start to strain under the pressure. The tension finally burst when Tom mentioned a conversation during his day at work, and she couldn't contain herself anymore.

In her own self defense, she didn’t mean for her words to come out so venomous. She only wanted to tell him that she didn’t have it in her to talk right now, and that she would appreciate a bit of space for the rest of the night. What had actually come out of her mouth was far different; a near minute long tirade about how much more stressful and important her job was than his, bitter accusations about how unfair he was being trying to 'intentionally' anger her by forcing her to do chores after work, comparing him to her overbearing 'fuckhead' bosses, and how if it was all the same to him, she would rather eat in peace and go to bed without anyone else ruining her night further.

She wasn't aware of when her tirade stopped, nor did she really register all of what she had actually said, but she instinctively knew that she was in trouble. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and now that the outburst was over the familiar tinge of regret started building within her. Tom quietly sat across from her, his expression neutral. A tense silence fell over the kitchen. Part of Kelly felt the urge to explain herself, but another part of her was itching for a fight, and the creeping feelings of guilt hadn’t yet fully washed away the anger in her chest. Tom looked down at his plate for a moment, as if considering something. Finally, he broke the silence. 

“When you’re finished eating, I want you to put your plate in the sink” he said softly, “Then you are to take off your pants and underwear and put your nose in that corner.” He nodded to the empty space behind her.

Kelly felt her face flush with embarrassment and frustration. His response angered her. It wasn’t because of the outcome; she expected consequences were coming. It was ironically the lack of anger in his voice that made her mad. There was disappointment in his tone, sure, but he spoke as if this outcome was a forgone conclusion. As if he knew she would act out childishly. Did he think so little of her that he assumed she would lash out at some point? The self righteous part of her wanted him to be fuming, to argue back at her, anything to justify her outburst in some way. But he just sat there eating the rest of his pasta, acting as if he didn’t just sentence her to a punishment.

She felt the urge to argue, either to rile him up, or perhaps get him to see things from her perspective, but Kelly knew from experience that trying to debate herself out of discipline was foolhardy. However, unable to not be petty about it, she pushed her half eaten dinner plate into the center of the table and stormed off to the corner, trailing her leggings and panties behind her as she yanked them down and kicked them across the kitchen floor.

She stood silently in the corner, feeling guiltily smug about her little display of defiance, and waited for a reaction. At first she thought he was going to ignore her, but about a minute later she heard him speak.

“Sweetheart, I know you've had a rough day, but the way you're acting is uncalled for” he noted, his voice annoyingly even. “I was prepared to give you a little leeway, given the circumstances, but if you’re going to continue to act like this, then maybe I shouldn’t.” 

A small pause. “Whether or not I get a sincere apology from you will dictate that." And that was apparently that, she soon heard him return to his dinner as if nothing happened.

There she stood, stewing in her indignation and frustration all while she listened to Tom finish his dinner slowly, paying her no mind. Whether he was taking his time on purpose or not, Kelly could not say, but time seemed to stretch on with only her thoughts and the gentle clink of silverware to distract her. As the minutes rolled by, she tried to assess just how much trouble she was exactly in.

This is ridiculous! I have ONE moment of weakness, and he decides I need to be punished. Today, of all days. Does he even care what I've dealt with today? What am I even in trouble for? Disrespect; I guess, though that seems a little unfair. Sure, I'm pretty sure I cursed at him, which I'm not supposed to do, but surely he understands that I'm upset.... I really should've picked up my plate and not kicked my clothes across the floor, but if he's gonna be unreasonable, why can't I? She thought to herself.

She considered his last statement. An apology. If she was being truthful, she knew that she should probably come up with one. Even if for no other reason than to save her backside some pain. But she cringed inwardly at the thought. Apologizing meant that she would be admitting, on some level, that she had been in the wrong, that she deserved discipline. And that was a humiliating thought. Not that she thought that she was completely in the right, but surely he understood that she was reacting out of stress. Why was he punishing her then, instead of comforting her? Didn't she deserve some sympathy?

She heard him rinse off a pair of plates in the sink, then leave the room. The complete silence and solitude left her on edge, knowing that it wouldn't be long now. She couldn't help but fidget a bit, her nerves getting the better of her. It just wasn't fair......

A few minutes passed, and his footsteps started back down the hall towards the kitchen. She heard the sound of a chair being slid across the floor into the middle of the kitchen, and a weight settle into it. She waited with bated breath as the room felt heavy with anticipation. She fought to keep from squirming while she waited for his voice. It did not take long.

"Kelly, turn around and face me" Tom said in a calm voice.

She steeled her nerves and turned. As expected, he was sitting in the chair, in the most open section of the kitchen. She glanced around and felt her heart sink when she noticed the small paddle set on the table, just within his arms reach. Her leggings and panties were still crumpled up on the floor nearby, and she cursed herself in her head.

He stared at her for a long while, and Kelly wasn’t sure what was going through his head. His expression was as calm as ever, but he seemed to be in deep thought. The prolonged eye contact felt more exposing than the fact that she was naked from the waist down. Finally he broke the silence.

“Sweetheart, do you have something you want to say to me?” he questioned, and Kelly froze up again. In her self pitying, she didn’t actually come up with anything to say to him. She could just say sorry, but she still couldn’t admit culpability that easily.

She rubbed her foot against the wood covered floor, her hands clasped in front of her for modesty. He was apparently being very patient, and said nothing, leaving her to awkwardly fidget in silence. Eventually the tension was too much, and Kelly spoke.

“I…. don’t know what to tell you…” she sighed dramatically, feeling her cheeks turn red. “Like, I probably shouldn’t have said that like… that. I 'm not exactly sure what came over me. But you knew that I had a really rough day and—“

She found herself interrupted as Tom breathed deeply and stood up, closing the distance between them and gently grasping her upper arm.

“Okay” he said plainly, and started to pull her with him towards the chair.

“O-okay?” she stuttered over her forgotten words, only putting up minimal resistance as she was led to the center of the room. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if you aren’t ready to own up to it yet, then there’s no point in any form of discussion” he answered, tugging her with him as he sat down, causing her to stumble forward across his lap.

Kelly gritted her teeth in frustration and groaned, but no sooner did she find herself settled over his knee did the the crack of his palm reach her ears, the sharp sting on her rear end following instantly.

She fluttered her legs uselessly as the spanking began. She hated being spanked for punishment. Not only did it hurt, there was also a strong humbling element to it. She was a career woman, an adult in her early thirties. She shouldn’t have to suffer through the indignity of a spanking, it was humiliating. And yet, nothing else turned her on more. What’s worse, it was very effective. No other punishment grounded her mind and set her straight more than a thoroughly smacked ass.

Still, she wasn’t about to give in so easily to it tonight. While a small part of her acknowledged she messed up, a larger part still thought that it was unfair to be treated in such a way given the circumstances. He was her boyfriend; shouldn’t he have mercy on her on such a shitty day? Shouldn’t she get some leeway, regardless of an apology? She shouldn’t have to say sorry when she was the one wronged in the first place.

While her mind warred with itself, the spanking continued. Tom was methodical in his technique, smacking each cheek twice in quick succession before alternating to the opposite. Very quickly the heat started to rise from her bottom, and she was squirming under the persistent sting he was building on her cheeks. Despite how often she got them, Kelly always underestimated how much pain he could cause with just a hand spanking. 

Eventually the sting started to be too much, and Kelly whined desperately while trying to writhe out of the way. She felt Tom’s hand tighten around her waist before continuing to spank.

“You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart” he said while snapping his hand down across her sit spots. “Not at least until you own up to your actions."

"What did I even do?" Kelly hissed between smacks. "I shouldn't have yelled at you, fine. But I deserve a bit of sympathy, not this!"

"Is that so?" Tom asked, continuing to spank her at a hard, even pace. "Do you think that I haven't been giving you extra slack tonight? I really should have spanked you earlier for giving me an attitude about your chores and intentionally half assing them in front of me, but I didn't. With your little outburst and temper tantrum, I should also be grounding you, but I haven't yet decided to do so. Would you rather I did?"

Kelly groaned, kicking her legs in embarrassment at the thought of being grounded. "Why can't you just leave me alone tonight?" she whined. "I've had a bad fucking day!"

"It's partly because you think having a 'bad fucking day' justifies you acting however you wish that we are doing this right now" he replied. "I unfortunately had a feeling this would be necessary tonight. When you can admit how you were acting was wrong, then we can start discussing sympathy. Until then, you’ve got a lesson to learn."

Kelly gritted her teeth and pushed her clenched right fist into her forehead, anything to take the focus off of the blazing flame dancing across her ass, but to no avail. Her hips started to move on their own, trying to move her bottom out of the line of fire, but Tom simply pressed his elbow down against her back while holding tight to her waist and continued to smack away at her rapidly reddening rear. Being held in place, unable to prevent her punishment in any way, Kelly started to weigh her options more seriously.

She considered apologizing again, but doing so would be admitting that she actually deserved what was currently happening to her, and Kelly's pride still prevented her from doing so. She would essentially be confirming that despite being a grown woman, she still needed to be bent over and punished like a naughty girl, and the punishment had not yet humbled her to that degree. 

Yes, she had broken the rules, acted like an asshole, yelled at her partner. She even could intellectually admit that this was a fitting punishment for her offenses. And yet, she wasn't yet emotionally ready to truly acknowledge being deserving of punishment. She still felt on some level that this was unfair to her, and so she bit down on her inner cheek and tried to quiet the gasps and groans of pain slipping more frequently from her lips.

Suddenly, the spanking stopped. Tom's hand started to rub her butt slowly, a welcome change of pace. As his hand dipped down the top of her thighs and massaged at her sit spots, it dawned on Kelly just how wet she was getting. With her bottom raised up over his knee and her legs parted, she was certain he would have noticed by now, and that only made her wetter. Trying to ignore the lust running through her, she dropped her head down and tried to enjoy the break as long as she could.

It was short lived; Tom slapped her ass lightly and told her to stand. Kelly obliged, feeling self conscious as she pushed herself up and off his lap, not making eye contact with him as he stood up as well and led her to the kitchen sink. Kelly's heart dropped when she saw the fresh box of bar soap on the counter nearby, and tried to plant her feet, but Tom's grip on her upper arm was firm and she reluctantly shuffled over to his side. 

"C'mon babe, that's not necessary..." Kelly tried to bargain, but Tom shook his head as he removed the bar of soap from the package and started to lather it under the water with his hands.

"Is it not? Did you decide that you have something to say to me?" he questioned, his eyes meeting hers with cool regard. "Because otherwise, we have to deal with your language at dinner, and this is a fitting punishment."

Kelly stomped her foot and looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. She still couldn't bring herself to do it. "I just think this is a little bit excessive..." she found herself saying instead. "Yeah, I'm a bit of an ass today, but this seems a little disproportional, doesn't it?"

Tom gave her a disapproving look that cut deeper than she expected. “Alright, have it your way…” he stated simply, then raised the sudsy soap up to her lips. “Open your mouth.”

Kelly squirmed in place and let her eyes wander to the ceiling, not wanting to look at the instrument of discipline in front of her face. She heard Tom sigh, and felt his other hand snake into her hair, holding her head gently, but firmly forward. 

“I have all night sweetheart” he chided, pushing the bar closer against her mouth. Kelly whined again, but slowly opened her lips, grimacing as the soap was pushed quickly into her mouth and across her tongue.

“Wider” he commanded, and Kelly reluctantly obliged, allowing him to work the bar deeper and start to scrub against her tongue. An acrid, slimy film quickly filled her mouth, and Kelly nearly gagged, but Tom had a firm grip on her head, and she had no choice but to squirm and groan as he diligently rubbed the bar across every inch of her oral cavity.

Every second felt like an eternity in a sudsy hell. There was no escape from the gross, bitter taste coating her entire mouth. She felt her nose starting to run, and the excess soap started to dribble down her chin and into the sink, occasionally dripping down onto her neck and shirt. She knew she must look like quite the mess, a thought that embarrassed her even further. 

She had no idea how long it had been, but her torment must’ve finally satiated Tom, because he finally released her hair, removed the bar from her mouth, and allowed her to rinse. She wasted no time spitting and sputtering as much of the accursed soap from her mouth as she could, sticking her head under the faucet to get as much cleansing water onto her tongue as she could. Tom stood by her side watching her until she had hacked the rest of the suds up. He looked like he was expecting her to say something, but Kelly purposefully ignored him, trying to get her mouth as soap free as possible. The taste was no longer overpowering, but an annoying aftertaste still assailed her. 

When she was finally done with the sink, Tom sighed again and grabbed her arm, leading her back to the chair. Kelly put up no struggle as he led her back over his lap, momentarily content that her mouth soaping was over. But that relief was dashed when Tom reach over to the table, and she felt the wood of the paddle touch her still stinging cheeks. It was about the size of a hairbrush, but square, and much thicker. It was amongst her least favorite implements to be spanked by, and her butt involuntarily clenched at its presence. Not knowing what else to do, she whined pleadingly again and drummed her feet against the floor. 

“This isn’t fair…” she whined into the floor, trying to sound as vulnerable as possible.

She felt Tom lean his arms against the small of her back. “Can you tell me exactly what part of this isn’t fair?” he calmly asked.

Kelly laid there silent for a moment, trying to find something else to say beyond what she had already argued. It must’ve been evident to Tom that no meaningful response was coming. He adjusted Kelly over his lap, placing her over his left knee and hanging his right leg over the back of her thighs, holding them down.

“Give me your right hand” he ordered, and Kelly groaned. Still, she knew better than to argue with him, and slowly offered her right wrist, which was quickly pinned to her back. Then, a loud crack filled the room. A deep, thudding pain exploded across Kelly’s ass. She barely had time to gasp before the second swat fell across her other cheek, and the spanking had resumed. 

Legs trapped under his leg and with her arm pinned behind her back, Kelly had nowhere to go, and the paddle found its mark again and again across her ass. Very quickly her composure started to deteriorate, and she couldn’t keep herself from yelping and crying out.

Tom was silent while disciplining her. He didn’t need any words to make his point with the paddle. Less than two minutes into the renewed punishment, Kelly felt the her eyes begin to burn as the first tears started to well up under the paddling. Desperate to save herself the indignity of crying out, she tried to bargain again.

“Okay okay okay!” she pleaded, her voice shakier than she hoped. Tom mercifully stopped and leaned back in the chair, still holding her in place.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he prodded, his voice expectant. 

Kelly paused, fighting the small, selfish part of her that still thought that this wasn’t fair. 

“Okay…. I’m sorry” she said in an exasperated tone, her pride wounded only slightly less than her bottom.

Tom sat there quietly, and Kelly waited expectantly for him to let her up. She didn’t expect what happened instead.

“Okay” he replied, and brought the paddle down again on her blistered bottom.

Kelly gasped audibly in pain and shock, before crying out over the sound of her paddling.

“Okay?!? I said I’m sorry! Stop it! Isn’t that what you wanted?” she yelled, getting distressed at the blinding pain on her rear.

“No, I said I wanted a sincere apology” he corrected. “And that was in no way sincere; you just want out of the punishment.”

“What more do you want from me?” she shouted. “I said I’m sorry; what else can I do?”

Tom paused the punishment for a brief moment. “Kelly, do you even understand why you’re still being punished?” he questioned.

Kelly took deep breaths, trying to fight off the tears on the verge of spilling out. “Because I was rude, didn’t do my chores right on purpose, and yelled at you.”

“That’s certainly part of it, but not the reason we’re still doing this” he explained. “I meant what I said earlier. Even after blowing off your chores, giving me an attitude, going off on a temper tantrum, and kicking your pants across the floor, I was prepared to cut you some slack. You still would have been punished, but it would have been a quick attitude adjustment with my hand, had you shown any sign of contrition at all.”

“But you are so lost in your self pity that you can’t even bring yourself to acknowledge that you unfairly took your anger out on me, despite me doing nothing to you except ask that you follow the rules you agreed to. You couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend to be sorry until I started blistering your ass with the paddle. So if you really aren’t sorry, that’s fine. I’ve decided that I'm not going to punish you any more or less than you deserve for how you’ve acted tonight. But don't pretend that you don't know that you've earned this."

There was a questioning silence, as if Tom left her a moment for rebuttal, but Kelly remained silent. Because his chastisement gave clear words to the buried guilt in her chest. The selfish part of her wanted to argue against him, but the truth was that he was right. Kelly had tried so hard to bury that truth under her feelings of unfair treatment, both at work and home, but she wasn’t over her boyfriend’s knee because of anything he did. Regardless of how she felt about it, she was the one who got herself in this position, and she couldn’t outwardly admit it because that would leave no doubt that she was a naughty brat who deserved to be spanked for her behavior, no matter what she went through.

She was almost grateful when the punishment began again, the pain distracting her from her building shame. She quickly felt the tears she had been holding back slide down her cheeks, and small sobs escaped her lips as Tom gave her slow but purposeful swats. Still locked in place, her butt was going nowhere as the paddle fell again and again for over a full minute. By the time he was done, she was a tearful, well chastised girl.

Tom had stopped spanking her, for the moment, but had not let her up yet.

“Now sweetheart, we have addressed your tantrum and your language. Now we have to matter of your phoned in chores to deal with. Go wait in the corner for a moment, and then we’ll finish this up.”

Kelly felt her heart drop at the knowledge that this wasn’t over, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything to him in her current state. Her legs wobbly, he helped her to her feet and marched her back into that accursed corner. She felt embarrassed of the tear streaks on her cheeks, as if it were physical evidence of her broken dignity, but Tom paid it no mind and positioned her against the wall before walking over to the fridge.

Kelly felt herself briefly slipping back into self pity as she stood facing the wall, trying to access the damage in her mind. Her butt deeply throbbed with pain, and she was fairly certain she’d have marks for at least a few days. But she quickly pushed the thoughts of her poor bottom aside, and focused on formulating a proper apology for Tom. She knew it was far too late to save her butt at this point, but she had finally conceded to herself that doing so was more important than holding on to her frustration and pride.

Behind her, she heard Tom open a drawer in the fridge and soon start cutting at something on the counter. It sounded like he was peeling the skin of a plant of some sort, or perhaps carving into a spice, which didn’t really make sense to her, as dinner was already finished and forgotten. The sounds continued for a few minutes, and mystery of what was happening behind briefly distracted her from the smoldering butt and planned apology.

She was so lost in her curiosity that when she heard him finish up and start walking towards her again, it barely registered that her bottom was in danger again. That fear very quickly returned when his hands pulled her back a few feet from the corner, and bent her over ninety degrees at the waist. Then all thought evaporated when she felt his hands roughly pull her cheeks apart, and a wet finger pushed firmly into her anus.

Her reaction was as embarrassing to her as it was predictable; she couldn’t hold in the loud moan of pleasure that echoed through the room. Kelly loved when Tom was rough with her, and despite being punishment, her spanking had her practically dripping between her legs. Tom’s finger continued to probe her ass, pushing deeper and deeper, all the while she desperately tried to contain her moaning and mewling. All thoughts of the punishment faded from her mind as she pushed back against his hand in pleasure.

Just as quickly as it entered her, his finger withdrew, and in its place Kelly felt something else; cold, wet, and weirdly textured, push against her hole. Without fanfare Tom firmly pushed the object into her, and it was only as it started to slide in that Kelly realized what it was.

“No! Tom, please, take it out!” she pleaded unsuccessfully, held in place at the waist as Tom pushed the peeled ginger root fully into her ass, the gnarled head sticking out from between her cheeks. Kelly cursed herself for not seeing this coming; Tom had just gone grocery shopping a few days before, and he had threatened to fig her quite a few times in the past few months. She had only been figged twice before in their relationship, but those two times made enough of an impression for her to straighten up her behavior whenever it was threatened.

Though it felt cool now, Kelly knew that soon her asshole would soon be assailed by a terrible burning sensation. However, she soon had more immediate concerns, because a familiar pain exploded across her butt again, and Tom began to spank her anew with the paddle. It took less than three smacks for Kelly to break. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out hysterically, bursting into fresh tears and twisting violently at the waist to avoid the dreaded paddle. But although she was technically on her feet, Tom had the advantage of leverage, and she couldn’t wriggle out from under his arm as he brought the paddle down twice more.

Tom only gave her ten swats in total, but Kelly was now crying as if he had never stopped. She felt his arm around her waist loosen and pull her into a hug, and she fell into him sobbing. All thoughts of pride or dignity finally left her as she allowed herself to shed all her anger, frustration, and guilt into the front of his shirt, clinging to him as she cried it all away.

Tom held on to her tight until she was able to get herself somewhat under control. Taking a deep breath, she started mumbling an apology.

“I’m sorry I acted like a brat and took my frustration out on you” she sniffled. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say sorry earlier. It just didn’t feel fair that I had to do all those chores after such a bad day at work, and I was too embarrassed to admit that I had earned a spanking for the way I acted...."

Tom lifted her chin and smiled at her warmly. “It’s alright sweetheart. I understand why you were upset, but I hope you understand why I had to punish you even if you had a rough day. You are still responsible for the way you act."

Kelly nodded her agreement, then laid her head against his shoulder, though she couldn't help but shift ever so slightly in his arms. Though she was quite comfortable in their embrace, she was becoming more and more aware of the burning sensation slowly building inside her asshole. The ginger root was beginning to take effect in earnest, and would soon be torturously hot between her cheeks. She looked back at Tom with a slight grimace, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.

“Babe, if my punishment is over, then can I please take out the fig. It’s really starting to burn….” she pleaded in her cutesiest voice.

Tom arched an eyebrow. “I never said your punishment was over” he gently corrected, “and I think some time with the ginger in your rear will do you some good.”

She pouted at him, but he brushed it away with "The Look," and Kelly knew her fate was sealed. He released her from his arms, but put his hands on her shoulders and stared into her eyes.

“Fifteen minutes in the corner, and no squirming” he ordered, his voice gentle but firm. “After that, I want you to fix the mess you made of your chores, and only after you’re done will I take the fig out.”

Kelly sighed in defeat. “Yes sir” she mumbled, and with his light prodding turned back around and pushed her nose against the wall. She heard him settle back into his chair at the table, and she knew that he was watching her for any movement. Which would be difficult to avoid, with the ginger really starting to burn.

She suppressed a groan and pushed her forehead against the wall, trying not to focus on the itchy fire filling her asshole. The heat continued to build with no end in sight, and with her hands on her head standing straight in the corner, she had no way to alleviate the burning. She shifted on her feet ever so slightly, hoping it would give some relief, but Tom's voice spoke up behind her, chiding her.

“Sweetheart, I know it burns, but if I see you move one more time, I’ll be forced to double your corner time and replace that fig with a fresh one. Do you understand?”

Kelly sighed her displeasure impotently, but stood up straight again. “Yes sir” she muttered into the wall.

The minutes crept by, and Kelly whined, groaned, and bit down on her tongue trying to fight through the pain. She felt her willpower slowly coming undone by the relentless stinging heat, but just as she felt herself starting to falter and begin to squirm in place again, Tom called her out of the corner. 

Kelly quickly spun around, hopping up and down in a desperate attempt to assuage the discomfort in her rear. She saw a small, slightly sadistic smirk creep across Tom’s face, and was instantly reminded of how wet she was.

"The faster you redo your chores, the faster I'll take it out" he said with an inch of amusement. "Though I expect them to be done right this time, unless you want another spanking."

Kelly's felt her face flush red. She gave a small, embarrassed nod, then quickly turned away and speed walked out of the kitchen down the hall to the bedroom. She groaned as she opened her dresser and saw the massive pile of clothes that she haphazardly dumped there. Taking as much of them as she could into her arms she dumped them back on the bed and began to fold them properly.

Her butt was sore and burning both inside and out, but Kelly felt a surprising amount of contentment as she folded. She inwardly bemoaned the fact that had she done things right the first time, she would be relaxing in bed like she had planned coming home. Maybe Tom would have joined her and they would be doing a very different kind of relaxing, she thought. Then again, as her hand dipped down to her still wet pussy, maybe that wasn't entirely off the table. Perhaps he'll allow her to make up for her behavior in a far more physical way, she smiled to herself.

One thing was sure to her; though she had fought him every step of the way tonight, she was grateful that Tom had taken her in hand the way he did. He loved her even at her worst, and never hesitated to show it, even if it meant dealing with her attitude from time to time. Still, she was happy he did it, even if it did occasionally cost her pride.