out of state and my friends you will meet when we go to parties and functions,” he lied smoothly.
“I will? That sounds fantastic,” she sighed.
“There’s something I need to do to for a minute or two,” he remarked, kissing her forehead. “I want you to go into the bedroom off the kitchen and take a shower while I’m busy.”
“I can wait until-”
“Excuse me,” he interrupted, “are you questioning my directives already?”
“No, Sir. Sorry.”
“You certainly do need a firm hand and I shall spank you again when I return. I think you need to be sent home with a very hot bottom.” Abigail felt the familiar flush cross her face, and dropped her eyes. “You’ll learn, Abby, don’t fret. You’ve not had the kind of Dominant you need.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Standing up he reached for her hand, led her back into the kitchen and through to the small bedroom.
“When you’re finished, wait for me bent across the kitchen table with your skirt raised.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He watched her close the bathroom door, a knowing smirk crossing his face, and walked quickly to the garage, pulling the cover off his key making machine. Retrieving her keys from the passenger seat he quickly made copies, and placing them on a ring he marked the tag then dropped them in a drawer under his work bench.
Sitting back in his car he unlocked his glove compartment, withdrew a small notepad, then opened her wallet. His first order of business was writing down her driver’s license number, her address and date of birth, after which he searched through her bits of paper and receipts, making note of anything that might prove helpful.
Finished, he put her wallet and keys back on the passenger seat, locked the notebook in his glove compartment, and waltzed back into the kitchen.
She was waiting as he’d instructed, her crimson backside naked and inviting further punishment. Pulling a wooden spoon from a collection of kitchen utensils displayed in an antique copper urn, he moved across to her and tapped it against her bottom.
“When I give you an order I expect it to be obeyed immediately and without question. Do you understand, Abby?” he asked, purposely keeping his voice warm and tender, creating the father figure she so desperately wanted.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Six on each cheek, then you will thank me for correcting you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Knowing her bottom was already tender, he walloped her hard enough to elicit yelps, but not so hard as to scare her; that would come later. The ease with which she was complying told him it would only take a few days to have her completely under his control. He continued, delivering the swats slowly and methodically, and when she kicked up a foot, he paused, caressing her punished behind.
“I know it hurts but you have to learn. This is all for your benefit. You do understand that, don’t you sweet Abby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“Only a couple left. Don’t kick out again or I’ll to start over, and we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, Sir.”
The warmth and love he was offering was completely alien to him, but he had learned to flawlessly mimic such affection, and as he landed his final two smacks he smiled. In the days ahead he could drop his facade and the girl would be utterly helpless, completely dependent, and truly fearful of him.
“There, your punishment is over,” he purred, caressing her backside.
“Thank you so much, Sir, for correcting me, and helping to understand that I have to always obey you.”
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear, good girl,” he crooned, continuing to fondle her. “I’m going to take you back to your car, but you’re not allowed to wear panties until I tell you otherwise. When I ask you about it I’ll know if you’re lying and you know what will happen. I’ll expect you online at 7 p.m.”
She rose from the table, and he saw her puckered nipples touching the thin
“I will? That sounds fantastic,” she sighed.
“There’s something I need to do to for a minute or two,” he remarked, kissing her forehead. “I want you to go into the bedroom off the kitchen and take a shower while I’m busy.”
“I can wait until-”
“Excuse me,” he interrupted, “are you questioning my directives already?”
“No, Sir. Sorry.”
“You certainly do need a firm hand and I shall spank you again when I return. I think you need to be sent home with a very hot bottom.” Abigail felt the familiar flush cross her face, and dropped her eyes. “You’ll learn, Abby, don’t fret. You’ve not had the kind of Dominant you need.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Standing up he reached for her hand, led her back into the kitchen and through to the small bedroom.
“When you’re finished, wait for me bent across the kitchen table with your skirt raised.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
He watched her close the bathroom door, a knowing smirk crossing his face, and walked quickly to the garage, pulling the cover off his key making machine. Retrieving her keys from the passenger seat he quickly made copies, and placing them on a ring he marked the tag then dropped them in a drawer under his work bench.
Sitting back in his car he unlocked his glove compartment, withdrew a small notepad, then opened her wallet. His first order of business was writing down her driver’s license number, her address and date of birth, after which he searched through her bits of paper and receipts, making note of anything that might prove helpful.
Finished, he put her wallet and keys back on the passenger seat, locked the notebook in his glove compartment, and waltzed back into the kitchen.
She was waiting as he’d instructed, her crimson backside naked and inviting further punishment. Pulling a wooden spoon from a collection of kitchen utensils displayed in an antique copper urn, he moved across to her and tapped it against her bottom.
“When I give you an order I expect it to be obeyed immediately and without question. Do you understand, Abby?” he asked, purposely keeping his voice warm and tender, creating the father figure she so desperately wanted.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Six on each cheek, then you will thank me for correcting you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Knowing her bottom was already tender, he walloped her hard enough to elicit yelps, but not so hard as to scare her; that would come later. The ease with which she was complying told him it would only take a few days to have her completely under his control. He continued, delivering the swats slowly and methodically, and when she kicked up a foot, he paused, caressing her punished behind.
“I know it hurts but you have to learn. This is all for your benefit. You do understand that, don’t you sweet Abby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
“Only a couple left. Don’t kick out again or I’ll to start over, and we don’t want that, do we?”
“No, Sir.”
The warmth and love he was offering was completely alien to him, but he had learned to flawlessly mimic such affection, and as he landed his final two smacks he smiled. In the days ahead he could drop his facade and the girl would be utterly helpless, completely dependent, and truly fearful of him.
“There, your punishment is over,” he purred, caressing her backside.
“Thank you so much, Sir, for correcting me, and helping to understand that I have to always obey you.”
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear, good girl,” he crooned, continuing to fondle her. “I’m going to take you back to your car, but you’re not allowed to wear panties until I tell you otherwise. When I ask you about it I’ll know if you’re lying and you know what will happen. I’ll expect you online at 7 p.m.”
She rose from the table, and he saw her puckered nipples touching the thin
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