Asserting his control #NSFW, 18+

He watched her from across the room.  His paper was open, shielding most of his body, but over the rim he could see her scurrying about the room.  Her shoulders were tight with anxiety, her brow furrowed, her mouth making this adorable, overly concerned look.  She wasn’t aware that he was watching her, but he was like a lion, just waiting to pounce.

Her family was coming by tomorrow and this always put her on edge.  He had no doubt that some of his “special attention” would sort her out.  But he would lie in wait and see if she gave him a reason first.

That reason came just a few minutes later.  She was hurrying too much, and she knocked a vase off the table while dusting.  Even though the vase didn’t break, water and flowers flew everywhere.  His girl let out a series of swear words which was very unlike her.

“Sweetheart, let me help you,” he said calmly, setting his newspaper aside.  But as he came to her aid, she stamped her foot in frustration.

“I’ve got it!” she cried out in anger, turning her back to him.  “Just go back to reading your paper.”

She kneeled down, blotting the water with the towel she’d been cleaning with.

He stood above her, arms crossed, watching her.  Her face grew warm as she realized how she had spoken to him.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, refusing to look up at him.

He continued to stare at her expectantly, waiting for her to look up.

When she finally did, he told her to stand.

“Look, just let me finish this, okay?” she whined.  “I have things to do…”

He cut her off midsentence by reaching down, taking a hold of her arm gently, and encouraging her to a standing position.  When she continued to argue her case, he simply held his finger to her lips, effectively shushing her.  When she was quiet, he took his finger away from her lips and gripped her chin lightly instead, forcing her gaze to his.

“I know you are having a hard day, sweetheart,” he said to her, calmly.  “But you seem to have forgotten that you do not speak to me in that tone.”

“Sir, I’m sorry….” she began.

“Quiet,” he said, firmly.  It amused him how she was now addressing him as “Sir”.  Seems someone had suddenly remembered her place. 

“As you seem to have forgotten our roles here,” he reiterated, “I think a little reminder is due.  Don’t you agree, sweetie?”

She knew how she was expected to answer.  If she continued to argue or plead leniency, he would only continue to talk this out with her until she was in agreement.  And, no doubt her discipline would last longer.

Lowering her gaze, she nodded her consent.

“Let me hear you, young lady,” he said, with the kind of confidence a man who is used to being obeyed has.

“Yes, Sir.  I need a reminder,” she said, softly.  All thoughts of getting the house ready for tomorrow began to leave her mind as she fell into the natural rhythm between them. 

“Good girl,” he said.

With that, he led her to the couch where he sat down on the arm.  In a flash, he turned her over one knee and began to firmly spank her bottom through her dress.  This had her kicking and crying out in no time.

After about a minute of this treatment, he stood her up. 

“Take off your dress,” he ordered.

“Oh, Sir…please…” but the look in his eyes stopped her from finishing the question.

He stared at her; one eyebrow raised until she obeyed his command.  She slipped her dress over her head, now standing before him in only her bra and panties.  He looked her up and down, then took her by the arm and put her back over his knee.  He slipped his fingers into her panties and lowered them to the backs of her thighs.  He then undid the clasp to her bra, and she was bent at such an angle, the garment quickly fell to the floor.  Satisfied, her resumed her chastisement. 

Her bottom cheeks bloomed in color under his attentions.  She cried as she hung over his knee, her bottom high, bare, and fully available to him.  He had no pattern, and the spanks were coming hard and fast.  Tears began to stream down her face both from the shame of her misbehavior and from the pain of her spanking.

He continued to spank her bottom.  She needed to cry a bucket full of tears tonight and he would see to it that she did.  While he had been irritated that she had spoken to him in such a tone, he would have spanked her at some point tonight anyways.  She needed this spanking.  She needed to let go of her stress and needless worry and instead, submit herself to him.

Bent at such a dramatic angle over his knee, her face was low, and her bottom propped up over his knee.  While he doubted she was thinking of it at the moment, her lady parts were fully on display to him.  He grew hard watching her squirm over his knee, her cheeks wobbling with the impact of his hand spanking her soundly. 

When she was sobbing, and he was satisfied that she had been thoroughly chastised by his hand, he helped her up off his knee.  He took her into his strong arms, whispering words of comfort into her ear.  He stroked her hair and her back, and allowed one hand to go even lower, cupping her warm bottom.  She melted into his embrace.  There was no resistance, no worry, no anger…he had spanked her into submission…exactly the place they both wanted her to be. 

Scooping her up in his arms he carried her to their bedroom, dropping her panties to the floor.  When he set her on her feet by the bed, he calmly told her to lay down on her tummy and she immediately obeyed.  While he had other plans that his cock yearned to tend to, he knew he needed to finish her discipline first. 

He took the paddle from the drawer and stood next to where she had laid down on the bed.

“Arch your back,” he told her.

She obeyed and her bottom was presented properly.

He held the paddle firmly against her already warm backside.

“Who is in charge here, young lady?”

“You are, Sir,” she answered immediately.

“Good girl,” he said, bringing down paddle sharply on her bare bottom.

“Owwww,” she cried out, holding her position.

“And is it okay for you to speak to me in that tone when you are stressed out?” he asked, again, holding the paddle firmly to her bottom, waiting for her answer.

“No, Sir,” she answered obediently, knowing that even if she answered correctly, the paddle would still continue to fall until he was satisfied.

SMACK.  The paddle sounded like a firecracker, exploding against her bottom.

She cried out again.

“Are you going to continue to speak to me so disrespectfully this evening, young lady?” he asked her, paddle pressed firmly into her skin.

“No, Sir! I promise I won’t!” she cried, howling in pain as the paddle seared her bottom again.

“I am really glad to hear that sweetheart,” he said, bringing the paddle down again.  And again.  And again.  From that point on, he let the paddle do the talking.   And her bottom took the brunt of that conversation as the hard wood of the paddle continued to sear her soft, feminine bottom.  Imparting a lesson upon her, a lesson in respect and submission.

She cried as he paddled her, pressing her face into the covers. 

It was soon over and he set the paddle on the nightstand.  Now, he would teach her another kind of lesson in submission.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, young lady,” he commanded, unzipping his pants.

She obeyed him, tears running down her cheeks.

He stroked his cock, watching her as she held herself open.  He could see that even though her spanking was painful that it had excited her.  Her juices had spread to her thighs.  And he could see that tight little bud just waiting for his attentions.

“You know that when you misbehave that it is my job to remind you that you submit to me,” he said, climbing up onto the bed behind her.

“Yes, Sir,” she cried. “I’m sorry, Sir… I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are baby,” he said gently, dipping his cock into her juices.

Her breathing was heavy but instead of sounding like a well-spanked little girl, she was beginning to sound like a woman in heat…exactly how he wanted her.

He entered her cunny slowly and she arched back against him.  He rewarded her with a sharp slap to her bottom.

“Hold still young lady and keep those cheeks spread,” he ordered.  He began transferring some of her wetness to her naughty hole and when he felt suitably lubed up he began to press his cock against the tight little bud of her anus.

“Oh, Sir!” she cried out, keeping her cheeks spread wide for him.

He continued to press his cock against the tight little bud until at last, her bottom yielded and his cock slipped in.  She cried out in both pleasure and distress, but he knew her body well.  He made very small movements as she grew more comfortable with the pressure.

“Relax for me, sweetie,“ he told her.  “You may let go of your bottom now but cross your arms behind your back, please.”

She obeyed him, and he gripped her wrists, beginning to slightly increase his tempo.





Soon, he heard the pitch in her voice change as the pleasure washed over her. There was no longer any pain, so he began to move a bit deeper, a bit faster.  His balls slapped against her warm bottom, his cock nestled deeply between her cheeks.  Her moans spurned him on and soon he was fucking her hard, both of them lost in the pleasure.  With a final thrust, he came deep inside her bottom, filling her.

He collapsed on top of her, holding her to him.  As they spooned, his cock still inside her bottom, he whispered in her ear, “you are a good girl, sweetheart.”

She smiled and wiggled against him, hoping for her own orgasm.  He chuckled, knowing what she was up to, and he let his fingers stray to between her legs, teasing her wet, hard little nub. 

As she moaned and pushed back against him, he slapped the back of her thigh, eliciting a shriek. 

“Grab the plug from the nightstand, sweetie,” he told her.  Her eyes went wide but she obeyed immediately.  She reached over to the drawer and handed the stainless-steel plug to him.

He gently pulled himself out of her bottom but quickly slid the plug in its place, sealing his seed inside her bottom.  He grinned as he could see his initials, which were inscribed on the back of the plug, winking out at him from between her bottom cheeks.  He rolled her over onto her back and kissed her soundly.

“Who is in control, sweetheart?” he asked, stroking her cheek.

“You are, Sir,” she answered, her voice and heart soft for him.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, kissing her into oblivion.


I hope you enjoyed reading this, my kinky friends!  I will assure you that I greatly enjoyed writing it for you 😊

XOXO,

nora   

          

29 thoughts on “Asserting his control #NSFW, 18+

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  1. OMGOODNESS Nora. This is Deliciously, salaciously, and wonderfully naughty. I had to stop midway through reading it to test out of the new vibrators I just bought. It got really hot and heavy for this naughty girl. This is one of the best stories you’ve written. 10/10 keep it up girl!

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  2. Una historia deliciosamente perversa.
    Con un ritmo y una cadencia que han subido mi líbido por conpleto.
    Mi mas sincera enhorabuena.
    Muy bien escrito.

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    1. So, my translator says that you said, “A deliciously wicked story. With a rhythm and cadence that raised my libido. My sincere congratulations. Very well written.” I will attempt to write back in your language, my friend… Gracias mi nuevo amigo. ¡Me alegra que hayas disfrutado de mi historia traviesa!

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  3. It was a devastating mistake to read this when my own Sir is not in town, but I will live through it haha! It is remarkable to me how well you write from the dominant perspective as a whole-hearted submissive, but this story is by far the best you’ve written! The care the Dominant has for his little girl is beautiful and I agree with everyone about the word “salacious” coming to mind. The perfect mix of sweet and sultry! I may come back to this one 😉

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    1. BLUSHING. Thank you for the beautiful compliment, Claire! I have noticed that I greatly enjoy writing from the perspective of the Dominant. Sometimes in my stories, I switch back and forth, but in this one I solely wrote from the perspective of her Sir. Well, I do hope that your Sir takes care of you when he gets back 😉

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      1. Ooh, if I may ask, why do you think you enjoy writing from the Dominant perspective? Haha S came back yesterday and gave this little girl a very sound spanking, which was just what I needed 😊

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