Eyes of Dominance

Second half of Part 2. First half is here.

The rest of the afternoon crept on at a snail’s pace. Lindsey had confined herself to her bedroom, and from the sound of things so did Christian. A palpable stillness fell over the apartment, broken only when the pizza Christian had ordered arrived at 7. 

Of course, she had done everything in her power to distract herself from the decision looming over her. But no matter what activity she tried to busy herself with, the choice remained ever present in the back of her mind. The thin wall separating their two rooms left her feeling as though Christian was silently judging every shift or step she made, even if such a thought was ridiculous. 

Eventually though, it became clear that she was running out of time. She had taken as long as possible to delay making serious considerations towards her decision, but with dinner finished and the hours continuing to crawl towards midnight, she had no real choice but to figure things out now.

Not that she hadn’t spent the preceding hours indulging in self pity and indignation. After all, Christian’s proposal was absurd. There was no way a reasonable person would accept such a thing… right?

Getting spanked seriously at her age was a ridiculous notion. Last night was an aberration. Her drunken goading and attitude had earned her a stern reprimand. Her buried curiosity had inadvertently bubbled to the surface and was finally sated. But she didn’t need that to become a regular occurrence. Imagine if her friends found out; she’d never be able to live it down.

She could, of course, simply behave herself if she wanted to avoid punishment. There would be no reason for a spanking if she honored the agreement properly. But instinctively Lindsey knew that was wishful thinking. Nobody could go that long without missteps somewhere, least of all her. And if that was the case, how long could she realistically go before doing something that made Christian lose faith in her? Was ‘her way’ even a viable choice?

She started to anxiously pace the room. Financially, she could manage on her own for a while. She was already the primary income in their apartment; Christian’s contributions simply made things much easier. It would be difficult, but she would survive in the event that he was serious about leaving in the long term. Which made this purely an emotional decision.

Stopping, she fought the urge to slap herself. What did it say about her that her foremost thoughts were about logistics, and not the crux of the situation, the behavior that led to all of this? Was she really so afraid of having any level of accountability that she was willing to risk losing a dear friend?

Sure, the circumstances were bizarre from an outside perspective. The ultimatum would seem preposterous to most. But if she hadn’t been so relentless in her teasing and goading, the chain of events leading to spanking being considered as a viable solution wouldn’t have occurred. She had practically invited it; this was the consequence of that. And while her trip over his knee was painful and humiliating, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing to ever happen to her. It certainly beat the explosive fights of her past, or the silent treatment she was currently getting from Mark. She briefly ignored the fluttering sensation in her chest and the pooling heat with her that suggested a competing motivation.

Lindsey thought back over the more turbulent and chaotic parts of her adult life. How much less stressful the worst of it may have been if she had someone holding her accountable and tempering her worst impulses. While she had grown a lot over the years, she still had a ways to go as evidenced by the situation with Christian. Sure, she had never done anything extremely horrible to him. But it was a death by a thousand cuts. 

She felt weighed down with guilt. Wasn’t she considering breaking up with Mark for similar treatment that she showed toward Christian? They weren’t dating, but the underlying principles still applied. The fact that she was even in the position to lose a dear friend over her laziness and attitude towards him shook her. Why was any of this even a question then?

Of course, she knew why. It was time to stop ignoring the trembling heat gnawing away within her all day. The fact of the matter was that she kind of wanted this. And that scared her.

She had scarcely stopped thinking about the spanking since waking up this morning. It was natural to ruminate on it. It was even natural to admit that the scenario was somewhat hot in hindsight. What was worrying was just how much it had effected her. She was secretly excited by the prospect of going back over his lap. She had not anticipated the experience being so intimate. The vulnerability, the surrender of agency, the catharsis… it had been less than a full day, and already she felt a subtle craving for it. Last night was a taste of something new, and she couldn’t help but want another sampling.

But if she could barely admit that to herself, how was she supposed to do it in front of Christian? So she deliberated and continued to stall. While she grew more and more sure of what she had to do, the anxiety of actually doing it rose in equal measure. Finally, with less than a half hour left until midnight, she crept out of her room and quietly tiptoed towards his bedroom door. She stood in front of the entryway for a few moments gathering her courage, then lightly rapped on the wood.

A few moments of anxiety passed before the door creaked open. Christian stood in the frame with a slightly surprised expression, clad in only a dark tank top and boxers. 

Lindsey raised an eyebrow at his somewhat disheveled appearance. “Getting ready for bed?” she questioned.

He looked down at his attire. “Not exactly, but dressed for it, yes. Wasn’t sure whether to expect you or not, so I got comfortable.”

She gave him another look over. “I see… about that; can we talk?”

He gave her a small nod and stepped inside, allowing her entry. She stepped into the brightly lit room. Christian always had way too many lights on for her tastes; she wondered how he got any sleep at all. But his room otherwise held a comfortable feeling despite its mostly utilitarian décor. Lacking anywhere else to sit, Lindsey quickly crossed the room and jumped onto the head of his bed next to his laptop. The mischievous side of her couldn’t help but make a show of peering over the screen. 

“What are we watching tonight?” she asked with a smirk. “Anything more interesting than last time?” 

Christian strode over and closed the device shut with a definitive click.

“Regretfully, not tonight. But let’s not risk it” he replied, a hint of embarrassment peaking past his self deprecating smile. He sat down at the foot of the bed. 

Lindsey felt herself relax a bit. Christian had kept her at arms length emotionally since the confrontation, and she feared that barrier may remain a fixture of their relationship permanently. But that small familiar interaction gave her hope that they could get back to a healthier place once again.

Still, that didn’t make what she was here to do any easier. Her teasing was just a stalling tactic to gain some semblance of control over the situation she found herself in. Yet she was here to surrender that very thing.

She chuckled nervously to fill the deepening silence. 

“So I’ve thought a lot about your… proposal. And let me be clear; I’m still ninety percent sure this is just an elaborate excuse to get me back over your lap. This whole thing seems a bit overblown, if you ask me… but that’s besides the point.”

She took a deep breath and looked away from him. 

“It’s also true that it’s been a long time since I’ve been held accountable in any real way. I admit that it’s caused me to be a bit careless in my actions towards others. Maybe I do need to shape up a bit, and though I think I’m capable of doing it on my own, an extra ‘incentive’ couldn’t hurt… well in this case… you get the idea.”

She sighed and kicked her heel against the bed frame.

“What I’m trying to say is that, all things considered, it’s not the absolute worst solution to the problem at hand.”

Lindsey peeked from the corner of her eye to see if there was any reaction, but Christian had veiled his expression well. 

“If you are agreeing to this” he started, “then I want you to know the significance of what that means. This isn’t going to be something you can just pay lip service to. There will be consequences for not upholding your end of the arrangement.”

She glanced over towards him. “It’s not exactly like I want it, but it’s not worth jeopardizing our relationship for. I can disagree with your methods, but I can’t really argue against your reasoning. If you think something needs to change, then I’m game. I want to do better, truly. Whatever you think will help me get there, I agree to.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asked. There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that she had not heard before. It was as if the cat was asking the mouse if it really wanted to jump willingly into its claws. Why did that make her feel so…

“That’s quite the commitment, more than I anticipated from you” he continued. “I just want to know that you’re aware of that.”

“You know me better than most, and I trust you, even if you are a perv. If this is how we make things right for you, then I agree” she answered, feeling the nerves start to bubble in her chest again.

Christian was quiet for a few moments while he considered her answer. 

“Then there’s only one thing left for us to do” he finally spoke. 

Lindsey groaned. She had been pointedly ignoring what came next, for fear of losing her nerve. But there was no more stalling to be done. 

That certainly didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.

“Do we really have to, though?” she whined. “I’m still sore from last night…”

“Evidently not enough to dissuade your attitude” he replied. “And that’s something we need to correct.”

“Isn’t it enough if I apologize?” she tried again. “I hadn’t agreed to anything earlier.”

“If an apology was enough, we wouldn’t be here” he said. “And while you hadn’t agreed to the terms, you had just been punished for that kind of behavior last night. The lesson clearly didn’t stick.”

There it was again, that immediate shift in tone and demeanor. What was it about the prospect of having her over his knee that made Christian transform so swiftly? Why had she never seen it before all of this? Why was it such a turn on?

Lindsey squirmed on the bed, unable to meet his eye. A tense silence filled the small space between them. 

Christian looked over at the bedside clock on the end table next to her. “Take your time if you need to, but you have about seventeen minutes to make the request. Otherwise, the whole agreement is void.”

Lindsey flung her arms down against the bed in petulance. “Fine! Just give me a second…”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. There was no going back after this. She looked at her own reflection mirrored in the TV across from her.

“I’m sorry for having an attitude towards you earlier today. I need to do better. Will you please… p-punish me?”

Silence followed, leaving Lindsey to stew in her humiliation for a few moments.

“Good” he said, “but I want you to look at me, and say the word this time. The one you’ve been avoiding.”

Her stomach churned; how had he reversed things between them so easily? Wasn’t he supposed to be the shy, reserved type, and her the ‘take no shit’ direct one? Still, there was no point drawing it out. Better to rip the bandaid off.

She reluctantly turned to face him.

“Will you please spank me?”

A ghost of a satisfied smirk played across his face, before business took over. 

“I will. Stand up and come around to my right side.”

She slid off the bed onto her feet and slowly circled around him. She stopped near his right thigh, truly internalizing for the first time that she was about to get another spanking, for the second night in a row, no less. Then his hands were at her sides, tugging her loose sweatpants to the floor. It dawned on her that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a decision made for her comfort coming back to bite her. The fact that they would’ve been coming down too was no great comfort as she felt her only layer of modesty fall to her feet. 

“Bend over my knee.”

The words jolted through her; this was really happening again. She leaned forward and tipped over his leg, her weight settling on his lap. She felt his hand grip tight to her waist, and she hardly had time to truly feel the embarrassment of her situation before his hand cracked down hard across her sore bottom.

A flurry of swats started the punishment with gusto, and Lindsey had to fight to not immediately regret her decision. Her ass was still tender from last night, and though the soreness has lessened throughout the day, it was immediately brought back with vengeance within the first opening salvo of spanks. In her thoughts and considerations about last night, she had neglected to remember just how much a spanking hurt. His hand felt like a branding iron, and he had hardly started. 

Her sweatpants were quickly kicked across the room as her legs bucked with the pain. His bed was a higher seat than the kitchen chair, and she felt as if she was dangling over his lap, much more vulnerable than the previous night. She could scarcely imagine how ridiculous she looked, a grown woman hanging over her roommate’s knee getting a spanking like a naughty girl. But even her embarrassment was quickly being stripped from her as his hand found purchase across her throbbing rear again and again with no pause, and pain filled every inch of her mind. 

Suddenly he started to speak, the words giving her something to focus on other than the sting. 

“Now Lindsey, I’m hoping that this punishment will prove to be more effective then last night’s. Because if you don’t get this attitude problem in check, you can expect a similar outcome every single night until I see improvement. Do you understand?”

“Ow… alright!” she whined. Did he really have to lecture her as well? Wasn’t this humiliating enough already?

“That is not how you will address me during a punishment” he chided. “From now on, when I ask you a question, it will be ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir.’ If you can’t show me respect on your own, then we’ll have to drill it into you. Let’s try again; do you understand?”

“Ah, oww, okay!” she managed between gasps of pain. “Yes…”

Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her stubborn nature rebelled against giving in to his demands so easily, even though she had agreed to these terms. But she wasn’t exactly in a great position to protest, a fact Christian surely knew. 

“That’s okay, I have all night” she heard him say over the sound of the spanking. “You’re only making things worse for yourself; the sooner you recognize that, the easier things will be for you.”

Lindsey tried to come up with a retort, but his hand shifted down to slapping her upper thighs, and a new wave of agony washed over her.

“Fuck! Alright… yes sir!” she spat, fluttering her legs in an effort to throw the fire from her flesh. She hardly wanted to think about what she was flashing to Christian in the process. 

“Good” he said. “Your attitude and tendency to say whatever you want without fear of consequence is the first thing on the agenda. From now on, if I catch even a whiff of disrespect or attitude towards me in any way that not clearly a joke, you will be getting a swift spanking and mouth soaping for your troubles. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir…” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“Next is your chores” he continued. “Since I have been picking up the slack for you for the past six months, it’s only fair that you start doing more than your fair share. We are going to accordingly reallocate the weekly tasks between us, and for the time being there will be regular inspections of the common pain points. The laundry and dishes will be done regularly and not sit around waiting to be done for days anymore, and you will make sure both the living room and your bedroom stay mostly clean of clutter. Failure to do so will result in what?”

“Oww! A spanking, sir” she whined.

“That’s right. This might be a shock to your system, so for now we are going to implement a bed time to help with your routine. Eleven will be lights out on the weekdays, midnight on the weekends. This comes with a curfew that you will ask for permission to extend.”

Lindsey groaned and wiggled her hips, desperately trying to avoid the unending spanks. 

He hummed in contentment. “We are going to start off strong, and then gradually relax your restrictions over time as you prove you are serious about this. But if you fail to do so, just know that I can easily add more if need be. You agreed that whatever I deem necessary, we will do, and that can and will change with the circumstances as they develop. Understood?”

Lindsey grimaced. This was turning out to be far more of a commitment than she had originally thought, but it wasn’t like she had room to argue at the moment. Least of all with her bottom on fire.

“Yes… sir.”

Christian mercifully stopped the spanking for a brief moment. Lindsey hung over his lap, gulping down air in an attempt to catch her breath and regain composure. She felt pressure starting to build behind her eyes, and knew tears were not far away. More than anything, she wanted to avoid crying in front of him. She didn’t want him to think she could be be broken so easily.

His hand came to rest on her butt. Though the contact was uncomfortable at first, it only took a few moments for her to wish that he would start to rub and massage her tenderized behind. A flame within her pushed down in the heat of the spanking quickly made itself known as a familiar tingling radiated from between her legs. Before she could focus too heavily on it’s implication, Christian spoke again.

“I want you to reach down and hand me the item under the bed” he commanded.

Confused and without thinking much of it, Lindsey complied, her left hand swiping under the frame in blind searching. Her fingers touched something hard and flat, and gripping the mystery object she pulled it into view. 

Her heart dropped at the wooden paddle in her grasp, slightly larger than a hairbrush and half a centimeter thick. She knew exactly what it was for, and why she was asked to retrieve it.

“Please Christian, I get it… I’ll be good from now on” she pleaded. It was humiliating to beg for reprieve, but she knew that she was on the verge of tears, and surely the floodgates would open if this thing touched her ass.

“I hope so” he said. “That’s why I want you to get a taste of what that paddle feels like, so you know the consequences of acting like a naughty brat. Hand it to me.”

Lindsey felt the first sob leave her chest as she held the implement up with her right hand, feeling it being swiftly taken from her. She was truly at his mercy now, his transformation into her stern authority figure fully complete. The realization hit her almost as hard as the first swat of the paddle.

The loud crack of the wood against her flesh hid the sound of her surprised gasp as the smack literally took her breath away. But it could not suppress the yelps and sobs that followed as he started to spank anew. Lindsey cursed her foolishness and her horniness in equal measure as she felt the first tears slide down her cheek. What madness convinced her that she wanted this torture? How could she have forgotten this pain in less than a day? What had she signed herself up for?

Christian mercilessly swatted away at her rear end, seemingly unbothered by her emotional distress. Whether it was duty, sadism, or a confusing mixture of the two, he paid her no mind as he held her bucking body in place for the remainder of her well earned punishment. There was no way to avoid the smacks falling upon her ass, so she simply held tight to his leg as the searing heat washed away all coherent thought. 

Suddenly, the spanking ceased. The paddling hasn’t lasted longer than two minutes, but that was more than enough time for Lindsey. Her ass felt as if she had sat on hot coals for at least an hour, and the pain seemed to pulse and radiate through her entire body.

She felt Christian shift her weight on his lap, and felt herself being gently lifted to her feet. She steadied herself leaning against him she stood on wobbly legs. His hands held her at the waist, reminding her that she was still bottomless in his presence. She felt him staring at her, but was too embarrassed to return his gaze.

“I know that hurt, but now you know what to expect should you find yourself acting up from now on. Let’s try to prevent that from happening again any time soon, okay?”

She nodded, feeling very self conscious about where his hands were currently placed. He stood up, then surprised her by pulling her into a hug. 

Lindsey was not the kind of girl that liked overt displays of affection or comfort. But she could use some comfort right now, and so she gradually relaxed into his arms. The warmth of his body against hers reminded her that he was still her friend, and that he cared for her well being. Though Christian had proven himself more than capable of administering pain, he was still the soft hearted nerdy guy she had met all those years ago. She knew implicitly that she had been forgiven for her behavior.

The close physical contact was beginning to provoke another reaction in her body, and she shifted in his arms. Perhaps reading her movements as discomfort, he released her and took a step back.

“I think it’s time for you to get to bed” he said in a low, soft voice. “You can take tomorrow to recuperate, but starting Monday the rules we discussed will swing into full effect. But don’t worry about that right now; just try to get some rest.”

Lindsey nodded, turning around and quickly making her way to the door.  She was dimly aware that she had left her sweatpants in his room, likely kicked into a corner, but she had much more pressing concerns at the moment. 

She quickly stepped a few feet down the hall and slipped into her room. A quick peek in the full body mirror propped up in the corner showed a mess of red across the entirety of her backside. Light splotches of purple discoloration sat at the center of each cheek, likely to bruise within the coming days. But a more thorough examination would have to wait. Right now, she had a need, more desperate than she had ever felt in her life.

She turned her TV on and cranked the volume to an acceptable level, then laid back gingerly across the comforter. And began to play with herself.

A jolt of lightning pierced her body as her fingers quickly found her clit, almost blinding in its intensity as she started to rub. It felt as if every nerve in her body was connected to the small button of flesh located between her legs. Breathy moans started to slip from her lips as she lost herself in the sensations. The lingering heat of her spanking radiated throughout her lower half, and her legs started to squirm and kick against the blankets in an effort to escape the pleasure that was almost overwhelming.

She knew that she should feel some remorse for her behavior, trepidation for the arrangement to come, even self pity for the ordeal she just suffered. Perhaps she would, in time. But right now, the only thing she could feel was desire and a neediness beyond compare. She had never felt such an all encompassing need to be touched.

Her frantic, swimming thoughts were on Christian. Her roommate and long time friend certainly had his charms, and there was a slight lingering attraction to him even to this day. But she found this newly discovered side of him to be irresistible at the moment. His stern, scolding words as she laid helpless and vulnerable over his knee kept replaying in her mind as the heat between her legs built to a fever pitch. A guttural groan ripped free from her throat as crashing waves of ecstasy enveloped her. She bit down hard on the nearby pillow as her pussy pulsed with pleasure, sending ripples through her entire body.

As the roiling sensations of her body started to abate and her hazy, lust addled mind gained clarity, a bubble of embarrassment welled up within her chest. 

What is happening to me? Am I some kind of closet freak too?

The irony of teasing Christian for his ‘interests’ for a month, only to turn around and slink off to masturbate directly after her spanking, was not lost on her. She wasn’t sure what had came over her. Perhaps the stress and emotional cocktail of the last few nights had broiled over, and this was a temporary reaction to the confusing situation she found herself in. Or perhaps this was what she had unconsciously needed for years, and these feelings were a natural consequence of that fact.

She groaned and turned over in her bed as she picked through her confused thoughts. The punishment itself was humiliating and excruciating, and she certainly did not enjoy any part of it… in the moment. But now in the aftermath, the pulsating heat radiating from her ass was delectable, filling her with a deep sense of contentment. Every stray movement set off the pain again, acting as a deeply erotic reminder of what had just transpired. She had no current desire to repeat the experience, but she had also though the same thing this morning. Was she cursed now to crave her own torment?

She blushed deeply at the thought of facing Christian in the morning, especially after what she just did. Seeing him after last night was one thing; that spanking was a spur of the moment anomaly in their friendship, a drunken dare answered in kind. But tonight’s punishment was a choice, one they both made, and that would have ramifications going forward. 

Lindsey sighed deeply and hugged the nearby pillow to her chest. There was no point catastrophizing about it now. What’s done is done, for better or worse. Worrying or speculating on the days to come wouldn’t bring her any comfort tonight. So she closed her eyes and willed herself to drift to sleep, feeling the tendrils of exhaustion swiftly taking hold of her punished body. With so much unknowns ahead of her, Lindsey only knew one thing for certain; she would be sleeping on her stomach for the next few nights.