A guest post from anonymous: male dominant, female submissive

“You’ve been naughty this week, baby girl.”

I looked at her disapprovingly and I felt her brattiness falter slightly. She knew I was right.

“You know what that means.”

She gulped and nodded as I sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for her to come and kneel before me. She did so, her head bowed in contrition, and even I nearly faltered. But my baby needed to be punished. She deserved it, and she needed it. The stress was getting to her and she needed to be reset in her place. It was my job to put her there.

I grabbed her, harshly, one hand tangled in her hair and one hand around her neck and yanked her to her feet, throwing her over my lap. She cried out in surprise and pain, and I smirked with satisfaction and resolve. One arm across her back to hold her down, the other hand began the spanking.

I started softly, as I often did, smacking lightly, to hear her whimper in anticipation – knowing what was to come, watching her flinch or twitch, and then tracing the lines of red my fingers had left on her ass.

As we both settled in to the rhythm, I moved faster and harder, and her cries grew louder and more frequent. I watched for tears, wanting to draw them out, but not wanting them yet. There were so many ways I had yet to use her, and I didn’t want to break her yet.

I alternated between her sweet, round ass and the back of her legs, turning her backside an angry red color, and her eyes a teary mess. Her cries grew louder and she began to beg me to stop. A few more swats to her ass and I knew it was time to move on.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her up, throwing her across the bed, face up to me, so I could see her expressions, her anguish, her penitence… she was truly sorry now. But she was mine, and I would use her as I wished.

I pulled my belt from the loops of my pants as she watched, trembling, knowingly, arms instinctively crossed over her breasts.

“No, baby girl, those are mine too,” I reprimanded and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head as I marked her beautiful breasts with red lashes from my belt.

She cried and begged, “Daddy, please stop!!!”

I shrugged, threw the belt to the side, bit and twisted each nipple, and then dragged her over to her hands and knees on the bed.

I fucked her then, slamming into her, hard. Tears streamed down her face as she begged me to come.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. I yanked her head back and squeezed until she could make no sound or breath. As the tears continued and my cock continued to pound into her, I tensed.

“Come with me, baby girl,” and she did.

We collapsed in a heap together, and I pulled her into my arms, her head on my chest, her arms and legs entwined with mine.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you, you’re such a good girl.”

And I held her, stroking her hair and whispering how much I loved her into her ear until she fell asleep.