Disclaimer: all characters and persons in this story are over the age of 18 and consenting

“Right now, little girl” he said, Dom voice in full effect.

I realized I had not moved from the corner. Had not even turned around. Trying to delay the inevitable I suppose.

That voice though, full of command, with the power to bring me to my knees, had me halfway to him before I knew it.

Slowing my steps never amused him, so with a deep breath I made myself close the distance.

“That’s my good girl” he said softly. And even though I knew what was coming, my toes curled in pleasure, little praise slut that I am.

“Why are we here, babygirl?”

I don’t know why he always asked. We both clearly knew that I had broken rules, misbehaved, and that the result was a red ass. Yet I indulged him because I wasn’t ready to start adding to my tally.

“I embarassed you at the restaurant and ruined our anniversary dinner” I whispered, barely audible in my shame.

“Not exactly, sweetheart. We are here because you didn’t channel all your negative emotions correctly. Instead of coming for me for help, you let them bubble over and lashed out at me. I’m not embarassed by your actions, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. What I am is disappointed that you didn’t feel like you could come to me before you got to the point of disrespect”.

When he put it that way, I felt even shittier. The tears had began falling as I realized just how lucky I was to have a man who cared about me this much.

Without another word he pulled my panties down to my knees and pulled me over his lap. There was no warm up. His hard hand felt like a paddle as he brought it down again and again.

I tried to stay still, to take my punishment like a good girl, but when he reached the tops of my thighs I couldn’t keep my toes on the ground. I started kicking and squirming.

“Stay. Still.” He commanded in between two extra sharp swats to my sit spots.

“Owwwie, Daddddyy!!! Please I’m sorrrry” I cried. The fire building into an inferno I was sure would leave me without skin.

He disregarded my pleas, and instead trapped my legs inbetween his. I felt him lean forward and then…

SWAT. SWAT. SWAT. SWAT. SWAT. SWAT.

“OWWWW” I let out one long cry. The bastard had brought out the bathbrush. Surely I hadn’t been naughty enough to deserve this.

He increased the tempo, my feet being utterly useless now- I made the error of reaching back to protect my burning bottom.

“No more daddy please I’m sorry” I gasped inbetween sobs.

He just pinned my hand to the small of my back and continued on as if I had never interrupted.

I could no longer form coherent words. I don’t know if he spanked me for another minute or another hour. All I knew was pain and regret and shame. I lay limp over his lap, the fight in me now gone.

I didn’t know how long it had been but when I came aware, I was staring down at the bathbrush on the carpet and he was no longer whacking away, instead rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“Shhhh it’s okay little one. It’s all over now. You did so good, taking your punishment like a brave girl. It’s over now”.

I continued to cry softly as he sat me on his lap and held me close, still rubbing my back.

“Thank-you daddy” I whispered into his chest.

“Always, baby. Always”.