Claimed (#18+, NSFW)

“Straddle the ottoman.” 

His command was sharp, his voice dangerously low.

She obeyed immediately, face down, crimson bottom pointed toward the ceiling.

He stood over her, taking her in.  The spanking he’d applied to her bare bottom with the wooden spoon seemed to cure the attitude problem she’d been having.  She lay in position with her thighs spread, cheeks wet with tears, and her head down.

He took a few steps, placing himself in front of her, crossing his arms, watching.  He was a strict man and she belonged to him.  She could act out, defy him even, and he would continue to love and cherish her.  But she would also be disciplined and put back in her place. 

Her next move would determine her fate. 

He would direct her to look him in the eye while he spoke.  If he saw submission in her eyes, a softness there, he would take her to the bedroom and fuck her mercilessly until they both saw stars.  But if he saw any attitude there, any fight in her eyes at all… he would leave her face down while he stroked his hard cock, cumming all over her bottom, back, and hair, and then place her in the corner for thirty minutes to reflect on her submission to him.

“Look at me.”

He began to lecture her about her attitude, watching her face and her eyes closely.

He liked what he saw there… her big brown eyes trained on him, her facial features soft and accepting, listening intently as he spoke.  She was his submissive girl.  

And instead of placing her with her arms crossed behind her back, her cute little nose in the corner, and well-spanked bottom on display…he guided her back to his bedroom where pleasure awaited them…

Just a quick read to brighten your day!  This one is for you, Sir 🙂

XOXO,

nora