His discipline (#NSFW, 18+, spanking fiction)

Sunlight poured into the bedroom through the partly open blinds, bathing her skin in golden beams.  She knelt at his bedside, waiting as patiently as she could…but she ached to feel his hands on her as she kneeled.  Head bowed and thighs parted as he had taught her, she waited, anticipation dancing over her bare skin.

“Come here, little one,” at last, his low, deep voice, calling to her.

She crawled closer and placed her cheek into his waiting palm, eyes closing as she savored the moment.  He cupped her face in his strong hand, watching his submissive girl sinking slowly into subspace. 

“You are mine,” he told her, not for the first time, his finger lightly grazing her lips.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Suck,” he commanded.

Obediently and without hesitation, she took his finger into her mouth, her eyes fixed on his.  She slowly moved up and down, her warm mouth an invitation for other things to come, as she worshipped his finger. 

He smiled, withdrawing his finger, lightly tapping her lips.

“Good girl.”

He sat up in the bed, swinging his legs over the side.  His arms and chest were bare, and she shivered with anticipation.  Lightly gripping the back of her neck, he drew her between his legs.  Through his pajama bottoms, the swelling of his cock was obvious.  He noted how her eyes filled with lust.

But he had other plans first.

“Please go to the kitchen and get the wooden spoon.”

Butterflies filled her tummy.  She knew which wooden spoon he meant.  As she stood, he squeezed her bottom and gave her a loving, reassuring glance.  Her heart swelled with happiness.

But as she made her way to the kitchen, she imagined that hard wooden spoon, and she grew nervous about what was to come.

There were wooden spoons and then there was this particular wooden spoon.  She’d been in the grocery store one afternoon and suddenly come upon it, hanging so innocently from the rack.  Picking it up, testing its weight, she’d grown wet, right there in the store…imagining it in his strong hand.  Blushing, she’d paid for the item, certain the grocer knew this spoon would not be used for cooking.

Now she had the spoon in her hand.  It was so heavy.  Damn her impulse buying. 

Returning, she handed him the spoon hesitantly.  She stood before him, fully nude, her arms crossed behind her back, waiting for instruction.  He could smell her arousal.

He took his time as she stood before him. He was in no rush.  He ran his finger over the head of the spoon and tested the weight in his hand.  Just a light thwack on his own palm produced quite the sting.

Finally, setting the wooden spoon down on the bed beside him, he reached for her, taking her little hands in his.

“I adore you, honey.  You are a good, obedient girl…most of the time,” he said this last part with a smile upon his face.  “You please me enormously with the gift of your submission.  You are such a special girl, little one.”

His beautiful words washed over her.

“And sometimes, like yesterday, you misbehave,” he let these words sit with her for a moment.

Swallowing hard, she looked at the floor.

“And when you misbehave, my girl, you know that I will be firm with you.  You will be loved but you will also be disciplined.”

She knew this to be true.  He was very strict with her, but she always felt loved and safe with him.

“You and I are not a vanilla couple, sweetheart.  We fit together in a certain way.  Yesterday, you chose to break one of your safety rules and you used your cellphone while driving.  You know that I worry about you enormously when you are on the road.  You are essential and I need for you to be safe,” he told her, tipping her chin toward him, and looking deeply into her eyes.

The tears were already falling.  She hated to cause him this kind of worry.  His lecture washed over her, her heart full of remorse.

“But there is a way to set this right, little one, and that involves you going over my knee.  There are consequences for your actions, my dear girl, and I don’t want a repeat of this misbehavior.”

She nodded through her tears, and he smiled at her.  Taking her arm, he guided her over his knee, noting that she did not resist him in any way.  She had given herself over to his discipline.

He gave her a good bottom warming with his hand first, with slow and steady spanks.  He alternated cheeks and paid the tops of her thighs attention, as well.  As he increased the intensity of her spanking, she began to cry audibly and kick her legs a bit.  He was ready to take her discipline to the next level.

He picked up the wooden spoon and she cried out over her shoulder, “please, I’ll be good, I promise!”

He rubbed her bare back a little, shushing her and calming her down. 

“You earned this spanking, little one.  Next time you think about picking up your phone in the car, I hope you remember this.”

And with that, he began to paddle her bottom with the wooden spoon. 

Her cries became louder and her little legs kicked faster.  As the intensity of the burn in her bottom grew, she reached back with her hand, unable to stop herself from trying to block the spoon.

But she would not control the length of this spanking.  He took her safety very seriously and she would endure all the discipline he felt she deserved.  He took her hand and held her easily in place over his knee with one hand and spanked her soundly with the other.

In that moment, her world was reduced to the painful experience of her spanking.  He had set her backside on fire and the sting was unbearable.  The salt of her tears on her lips, her long hair became matted and stuck to her face as she cried.  She was a mess.  She could hear his voice, feel his hand gripping hers, but nothing registered except the pain.

Satisfied she had learned her lesson, he set the spoon down.  He rubbed her burning bottom as she continued to cry.  Soon, he lifted her into his lap, and held her that way, her well punished rear resting on his leg.  He soothed her, holding her tightly, whispering words of comfort into her ear.  He reminded her of why she had been disciplined and of how much she meant to him.

“You are special, important, and loved, little one.”

Through her tears, she smiled.  This was the mantra that he had given her long ago.

When she was calm, he lifted her off his lap, and indicated she was to kneel before him.  She obediently kneeled between his legs, and he could see the reflection of her burning bottom in the closet mirror.  His cock stirred in his pants. 

“You know that I love to bring you pleasure, my sweet girl, but today will not be one of those days.”

He knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was soaking wet with arousal.  As she kicked her legs during her spanking, he had seen the smear of her juices upon her thighs. He watched for any hint of resistance in her but there was none.

“Today, it will please me to use your mouth at my own discretion, honey,” he told her, stroking her face. “I want you to form a little “o” with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

She obeyed him, her cheeks still wet with tears, her eyes full of submission. 

He let her stay like that a moment, taking in the beauty of what lie before him.  She was HIS submissive girl and they shared a connection like no other. 

And he was thirsty for her, greedy to feel that little mouth wrapped around him.  He freed himself from his pajama bottoms and guided her mouth to his waiting cock.  He controlled the rhythm with his hand loosely fisted in her hair, not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her who was in charge.  As if there were any doubt.

After, he put her in the corner, letting her reflect on her discipline and the nature of their connection.  His taste in her mouth, her bottom stinging from the spanking he’d given her, her body in an extreme state of arousal…she knew she was right where she belonged.

I truly hope you enjoyed this blend of reality and fiction, my kinky friends!

XOXO,

nora