A Lesson

As she arrived home her stomach flipped and her core was aching for him but she knew she was in trouble. 

Big trouble. 

This wouldn’t be just a disappointed look or a speech. Her mouth had run away with her again this morning when she brattily told him that she was running late and he could get his own damn coffee. Ouch! Looking back she realized that not only had she disrespected him, she was just being a bitch. 


Prepared to follow the instructions in his earlier text, kicked her shoes off and removed her panties. She wondered when he would be home as she took up her post in the corner with her skirt hiked up and her bare ass exposed. 
After waiting through two quarter hour chimes on the clock, she heard the garage door open. 


Part of her dreaded what she thought was about to happen, part of her relished being put squarely in her place. Both made her pussy throb. 


He slowly wandered in. He passed her by and went to the kitchen. Unsure what he was doing, she felt anticipation and disappointment. He was ignoring her. The worst of the punishments. 


She heard cabinet doors opening and closing, him milling about. She turned her head to look at him through the great room. He was staring at her and said simply, “No.”
 

Her head turned back to the corner and she waited. She heard his shoes drop. His belt buckle jangle. She knew his jacket was now hanging over a stool at the bar. It was at that moment that she smelled brewing coffee and she knew that this was. 

This was going to be a lesson. 
He took one…two….three…Steps. He was very near her. She could sense it. 
The silk of his tie slid over her eyes and was tied tight without him so much as touching her. She hated having her eyes covered. He knew she hated it, so here she was with a tie around her head. 
“Why are we here, my brat?” He ground out. 


"Because I was disrespectful, Daddy.” “That’s right. Disrespectful princesses get punished, don t they?”


"Yes, Sir,” she squeaked. 
He told her to stay while he got his coffee. Then he led her to his den, stopping her in front of his favorite chair. He directed her to her hands and knees. He moved between her and the chair, taking his seat. He slid the loosened belt from his pants and ran it, folded, over her back and her well curved ass. 
Time stood still. Her breath hitched. 

This was it. He was going to whip her. But the blows never came. 
He placed one foot at a time onto the small of her back; turned on the television news and relaxed, sipping the dark and bitter brew. She didn't know how long he stayed like that…At least half way through the hour. 
When he moved his feet she thought maybe he was done but she couldn't fathom that it would be so easy. 


Then she felt the warm cup rest between her shoulders and the belt gently laid across her ass. Then he was gone. 


The shower turned on. He was taking his time. The water turned off after what seemed like an eternity. Her knees were becoming sore from pressing into the textured carpet. She smelled him before she felt his touch. 
A stroke over her hair. Hand on her neck. “You are a very good girl, you just need an adjustment now and again,” he paused and then whispered very close to her ear. “You are going to be very still. I am going to whip your ass. You are going to count. You are going to keep that coffee cup on your shoulders. Do you understand me?” 
“Yes, Daddy.”


The first strike. She could do this. She didn’t have to let him win, at least not for a while. 
“One.”


“One?”


“One, Daddy.”


“Good girl.”


“Two, Daddy.”


…..


“Eight, Daddy.”
 Her legs shook and her arms were tired from the strain of holding still. She was dripping wet when he checked her slit. She heard him suck her arousal from his fingers. 


"Twelve, Daddy." Tears began to flow. 

“Fifteen, Daddy.”


“I m sorry, Daddy,” she bellowed finally.  The belt dropped and he removed the cup. His hands glided over her heated cheeks as she sobbed. He removed the tie that had long since slid, draping around her neck. 
“My precious princess,” he crooned, his fingers toying with her sex. His hands were magic as they brought her much needed release. 


He stood her up, kissed her tears and ordered her to straddle his cock while he relaxed in the chair. 
She began to grind on him. He held her hips. “No. Be still. Just let me hold you, Princess.”
She snuggled in his arms, his hardness pressed into her core, and the sobs subsided. 
She dozed, she dreamed, she was safe.