I woke up extra early wrapped in Eric’s arms in the middle of his bed. He had me held tight like I was precious and I felt precious. My conscience had been weighing on me. He kissed me and called me a good girl and said he was glad I could control myself. I didn’t know what to do. 

“Eric,” I whispered. I’d somehow been turned in the night so my face was against his front. He moved against me and I knew he was at least half awake. 

“Go back to sleep, pet,” he demanded in a half asleep voice. 

I don’t know what had come over me or why I was looking toward Eric as some sort of moral guidepost but I was and I felt like I had to confess. I’d never been this way before but he had wormed his way into my mind. 

“I need to tell you something,” I found myself whispering. 

Eric moved his hand down my back until he had a handful of my ass and gave it a squeeze. 

“What?” 

“I came yesterday… when you thought I didn’t.” Fear and relief came through me all at once. It was an odd sensation. 

“You what?” 

“I…” I choked out. I was completely awake at this point. “I came… as you were fucking my face.” 

Eric groaned and rolled us so he was on top of me and I was underneath. He dropped his weight against me and I could feel his cock pressing just above my pussy. 

“I know you did,” he said. “I wanted to see if you would fess up to it.”

My eyes bugged out of my head as I stared up at him. He still had a half asleep expression written over his face. 

“Are you going to punish me?” 

“I have to, don't I? You came without permission, you didn’t confess straight away, you need to learn,” he told me. 

I just nodded. This feeling settled through my whole body that I couldn’t quite place. It was like my nerve endings were alive and I felt heavy and light all at once. 

“Go make me a coffee then bring it back here and kneel on the ground while I figure out what to do with you,” Eric told me. 

I bit my lip. “Yes Sir.” 

*** 

Ten minutes later I was naked kneeling on Eric’s floor next to his bed while he sat there sipping on the coffee. He was not a morning person and I was going to get it. My pussy was dripping as the anticipation took over me. What was Eric going to do? 

Finally he set the cup down on his night stand and flipped his legs over the side of the bed to look down at me. I felt so small. Everything had changed since that day he spanked me. Then, I felt contrite, bad, like I won’t do it again. Now, I felt owned, obligated to him, submissive. 

It wasn’t a feeling I had felt for a long time and now that I thought about it maybe ever. 

“What do you have to say about yourself?” He raised an eyebrow at me. 

I cast my eyes down. “I’m sorry for not telling you I orgasmed, Sir.” 

“And?” 

“And what?” 

Eric frowned at me for a moment before chuckling. “You’re not sorry for coming when I expressly told you not to? In fact, that was your second infraction of the night.” 

I felt my face turning red hot. The orgasms were good if not better than normal because he specifically told me no. It was so strange too. I don’t know how long I sat there not giving Eric an answer as time escaped me but it must have been too long for him. Eric reached down and grabbed me around my sides, I helped him by pushing up and standing on shaky legs for less than a moment before he dragged me over his lap. 

“You’re not even sorry for coming,” he said, grabbing a wad of my hair. 

I moaned in reply as he pulled my head up. I was draped over his lap but because of the bed it was as if I was just lying flat down. His other hand came over my ass rubbing it in circles. It should have been soothing but I knew he was just hinting at what was to come. 

“I am sorry,” I finally managed. 

“You will be sorry after this,” Eric said before dropping my head. 

As my head fell against the mattress his big hand slapped against my ass. No warm up today. It stung, landing in the centre. I gripped the sheets in front of me trying not to kick and scream. Eric smacked my ass again, and again, he didn’t stop for even a second between hits. He just kept smacking me. He focused on one spot for three or so hits then moved on, but sometimes he didn’t even keep this pattern. My ass was soon on fire. As the first ten or so hits landed I was able to just stay calm and sit there but I soon lost all grip on my control. Eric moved down to the sensitive underside of my ass and tops of my thighs. I kicked my legs up and down crying out. 

“Eric,” I shrieked. 

“You shouldn’t have been bad,” he just replied. 

My pussy was soaking wet. That was humiliating. I should have hated every second of my punishments but instead I was betrayed. My body was showing Eric that I wanted this torture. 

“Please,” I cried. The pain was getting to me now. I couldn’t stop squirming, I reached back to stop him but Eric just pinned my wrists down in his one large hand. I kicked, hard, smacks still landed against my ass but a moment later he leaned back and then swung his legs over my own. 

“You will take your punishment,” he growled at me. Two more hard smacks landed against me. 

“But I’m so sorry,” I cried back. “Sir…” 

“That’s right, and you forgot to call me Sir before.”

That earned me three spanks in a row. 

I was on fire at this point. The pain was overtaking the pleasure. I regretted my decision to confess what I did. I should have just kept it to myself. Tears started rolling down my face. Eric spanked me again and again until I stopped fighting and went limp. 

“Is it over?” I asked, my voice thick as I was trying not to cry. 

“No, I clearly need to earn your respect,” he growled. 

“Sir, please, you have my respect. I respect you so much.” 

Eric’s laughter made butterflies erupt inside me even in the predicament I was in. I squirmed as he held me tighter against him. 

“I’m going to let you go and you’re going to march across the room to my dresser and pick up the paddle then you’re going to come back and ask for me to beat you with it,” he told me. His voice was silky smooth and completely in control. I knew he was turned on as well, I could feel his hard cock pressing up into me. We had slept naked together but he had since slipped on a pair of boxer briefs, much to my dismay. 

The idea of humiliating myself in such a way to ask for a beating was beyond me. I was blushing just thinking about it. 

“I need your verbal agreement,” he snapped me out of my reverie. 

“Yes Sir,” I finally said. 

If I didn’t agree I don’t know what the alternative would have been. But if I doubled down on disrespecting him I don’t know if my ass would have lived to tell the tale. 

Eric let go of me and I slipped from his grip. I walked up to his dresser at a snail's pace as I rubbed my bruised ass. I finally came to the dresser and found where he had laid out the toys he bought me, well, us. They would be used on me but I had no doubt he would be the one enjoying them much more. I grabbed the slut paddle. I wonder why he got me that one. I wasn’t all that promiscuous, sure I had boyfriends, but out of the two of us Eric was the real slut. I huffed to myself as I wrapped my hand around it before bringing it back to Eric. 

“You know, I don’t think the paddle is very accurate,” I said. 

Eric popped one brow up at me. I stood between his spread legs holding it out to him. 

“Why’s that?” he chuckled. 

“I’m not a slut Eric and I’m not sure if I appreciate the insinuation that I am.” 

Eric’s howling laughter filled the room. He looked up at me with a wide smile and wrapped his arms around me, dragging me to him by my sore ass. I hissed in pain but he didn’t flinch at it. 

“You’re not a slut, you’re my slut. Mine,” he corrected. 

A smile crept its way onto my face. I understood what he meant then. 

“Oh I…” 

Eric grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down onto the bed so I was face down but my legs were dangling off the side. 

“Now, what do you have to say?” he asked, switching back to his serious punishment tone. 

I couldn’t help the smile that was still playing at my lips. My pussy was tingling with anticipation. All I wanted him to do was sink into me. “Please beat me, Sir,” I said, trying to behave. 

“You really need a beating don’t you,” he mused, grabbing the paddle from beside me. 

I didn’t have a chance to reply before he cracked it against my ass. I cried out. 

The paddle was a different sensation. It was wide and flat. It thudded and stung all at once. It landed across a whole strip of my ass every single time. 

“You’re going to have trouble sitting, huh baby?” Eric teased me. He smacked the back of my thighs and tears pricked my eyes. I buried my head into the mattress. He hit me over and over again, unrelenting. 

“Don’t we need to start getting ready for work soon,” I cried out to Eric. At this point I was desperate to get him to stop. 

“We have twenty more minutes,” he said. 

That was plenty of time. 

“I’m sorry Sir,” I said. 

Eric smacked me. I apologised again, he smacked me again, and this continued. I lost track of time as the punishment made me drop deeper and deeper into submission. Then all of a sudden it stopped. 

“Is it over, Sir?” I gulped. 

Eric grabbed me by the hips and dragged me across the bed until I was completely on it. He pulled me up and then his cock sunk into me stretching out my wanton little pussy. 

“This is still part of your punishment,” he told me as he slammed into me again. 

I groaned. The pain and pleasure was melding together and turning into one. I let my eyes roll back into my head as I arched my back further and gripped onto the sheets in front of me. Eric’s hands dug into my sensitive ass as he held me up to fuck me. I didn’t understand completely how this was part of the punishment but with the way he was fucking me it was punishing. I was so wet and ready for him though. Pleasure was building up inside me without warning. If I came again without his permission I would be done for. I did my best to quell my pleasure but Eric just felt too good inside me. 

“You better not come,” he finally said, still fucking me with everything he had. 

“I’m trying, Sir,” I cried back. 

He continued on his tirade as I focused on not orgasming. I squeezed my eyes shut but the pressure was becoming too much. Just as I thought I was going to come I heard Eric groan. His cock became harder as he stilled deep inside me for a moment. The distraction was enough to save me from coming. I fell flat down into the mattress. Eric laid over top of me his cock still buried deep inside me. He grabbed my hair, pulling me so I was facing sideways then kissed my jaw and cheek up to my lips. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to call in sick. I didn’t want to go in at all. 

“Sir,” I whimpered. 

“You didn’t come?” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement. 

“No, I almost did but I didn’t,” I replied. “Are you going to keep punishing me?” 

Eric chuckled before grinding against me. 

“No, I think you learned your lesson. Now, you can sit unfinished for the rest of the day, and think about my cum dripping out of you,” he said. 

I groaned. I had nothing left inside me to say. Eric rolled us over so he was holding me against him while I just let my brain reform after being turned to mush. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt his cum start dripping down onto my thighs.“I think I have to call in sick,” I finally said. 

Eric chuckled. “No, you’ll go to work and sit your hot bruised ass in that chair. Then you’ll come home and we can get some takeout and I’ll give you a reward for behaving yourself,” he told me. 

“But what if I call in sick?” I asked. 

“You can do that but you have to cook dinner and I’ll have to think about that reward.” I whined, squirming against him. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate. What if someone figures out there is something wrong with me.” 

Eric pulled me tighter up against him and kissed the back of my neck. All I could do was melt back into him. 

“You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” His voice was like butter. I was struggling to not just comply with everything he was saying to me.

“I do…” I sighed. 

He manoeuvred his hand over my body then between my legs so he was playing with my clit. 

“If you do, you’ll go to work. I can’t have you calling in sick every time we play in the morning,” he said. 

“But if you just don’t punish me in the mornings then I won’t have to call in sick,” I countered. 

“Vanessa,” he said in a warning tone. 

“Yes?”

“Go take a shower and get ready for work.”

“Yes Sir,” I sighed. 

“See, wasn’t that so easy.”

I grumbled as I rolled out of his grip. A sharp smack landed on my ass and I spun around. 

“Hey,” I shrieked. 

“Attitude,” he yelled back. 

I gave Eric a little glare and he started getting up. My eyes widened and I ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I turned the hot water on and slipped into the shower and it was still so early in the day but I wondered what my reward would be.