AI art by me.

She kept glancing back in the mirror and giggling. Giggling!!

Karen had to be insane. It was the only answer that people…normal people…would believe.

She’d been a bratty bitch to him all day and slowly watched his blood pressure and temperature rise and his patience dwindled. He kept looking at her like what’s going on? How could she tell him? She couldn’t…she just wasn’t brave enough. This was the only solution she’d been able to dream up and it had been a risky one.

To try and fix whatever he thought he’d done wrong, he took her to dinner at her favorite restaurant. Oh Lord, she’d never be able to go there again? Right? Well…if he told her they were going there then she would…obey. The word still jangled her nerves, but today it did so in a good way.

He’d had it and…well…she remembered how it started.

“I saw you looking at her.” She had hissed at him.

“What? Who?” He asked, incredulously.

“The waitress. She is pretty but she’s also pretty young for an old guy like you.” She’d actually laughed at him then.

“I was not looking and you know that. What the hell is going on?” He growled.

She swallowed, knowing it was close to his boiling point but she couldn’t let it go now. She was so close! Glancing around, she realized this wasn’t the best place in any stretch of her imagination but…yeah, butt.

“If you don’t know already, I’m not going to tell you.” She sniffed at him, turned her head, stood up, and walked out on him. Her voice had been loud enough to carry to most of the tables around them.

Karen headed as quickly as she could to the car. The car would be a little more private, right?

“Karen!” His voice rang loudly behind her. The tone was unmistakable. It had happened. He was done being nice. Finally.

“What?” She snapped back.

“You do NOT make a scene like that and you do NOT walk out on me in public.” He strode towards her.

The people who’d been waiting for a table on the bench outside scattered like a flock of birds. They didn’t go too far, of course. This might be entertaining.

Karen swallowed again. One last piece to this and it was up to him. “Did I embarrass you, SIR? Oh, gosh! What are you going to do? Spank me?”

He stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her. She saw the bonfire light up behind his eyes and he slowly smiled. Now, he understood. Now, he knew what today had been about and her little tantrum.

He raised one eyebrow slightly in question.

Karen answered by lowering her eyes to him.

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Little Miss.” He went and sat on the bench. “If you make me come and get you then it will go worse.”

She knew he meant it. Everyone could tell he meant it. Her feet began to move towards him as butterflies when all helter-skelter in her tummy. Karen was no exhibitionist but that choice was out of her hands now. It was her own choice…sort of.

Approaching his left side, she saw him hold out his hand to her and she placed hers in it. She gasped as he pulled hard and she lost balance. He was quick to grab her and settle her across his lap.

“You know it will need to be bare bottomed.” He said.

“I do, Sir.” She whispered. “I…well…you’ll see.”

He grunted softly and lifted the hem of her short dress.

“I do see.” He commented as his hand rested on her already bare behind. “Miss, you planned this then from the very beginning?”

“Yes, Sir.” She murmured. Couldn’t he just spank her and not leave her on display to the growing crowd outside the place? No, of course he couldn’t. Part of her punishment.

His voice became soft. “Why didn’t you just ask, Karen?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I wanted to…I really did but I chickened out every time I was going to say it. I know this is what you want…have wanted…for a while now but I said no way.” She sighed as she explained. It was hard to hold a dignified conversation when you were bent over a man’s lap with your ass naked to the world.

“You did.” He agreed.

“I…” She sighed. “I was wrong. I need this.”

“All of it, Miss?” His voice became dominant once again.

“Yes, Sir. All of it…down to wearing the collar you picked out.” She told him. “I…I ordered it and it should be here tomorrow.”

“You know you’ve made me very angry today and very much so tonight.” He warned her.

“I know, Sir. I accept the consequences of my bad behavior.” She bit her lower lip. “If you could just, please, get it over with before the cops get here?”

He laughed. He laughed and then he spanked her.

Oh, did he spank her! They’d played at it before. He’d spanked her pretty hard on her birthdays; she’d allowed that much. This was totally different. Karen was being punished for being naughty and she felt all of it from the guilt to the burning handprints all over her ass.

Where the hell did he learn how to spank so well? It was a fleeting thought…maybe she’d ask…in a few days…maybe. Her tears came quickly and she was blubbering as she apologized over and over.

He scolded her. He made her promise to obey, to be good, and to admit she was his…completely. She agreed to all of it. The one thing she didn’t do that she really wanted was to beg him to stop. She knew better. It wasn’t her place to choose when it stopped. It was his. Just as all her orgasms were now his. Just like her nipples, ass, pussy, and all of were now his.

She was so aroused that between the soft sobs she nearly came, but she knew he’d not give her permission…or would he?

“Siiirrr…” She slurred. “Permission to beg?”

“Go ahead.” He paused with his hand on her burning bottom.

Closing her eyes, she whispered. “Please, Sir…I’m so very close…please, finger fuck me here, embarrass me further as punishment but I will call out your name as my Sir, my owner, whatever you wish.”

“I won’t be nice about it.” He warned her.

She did love that he warned her first. “I don’t want nice, Sir. If I wanted nice then I wouldn’t be over your knee, Sir.”

He laughed and his fingers began to torture her labia and clit until he’d coaxed her to beg for the fucking loud enough to be heard nearby. Karen kept her eyes closed and wished her ears would close, too. There were a few chuckles and giggles.

In seconds, Karen was beyond caring. She begged like a cheap, corner whore for him to let her come. Her tears were needy ones now.

“Come for me, Little Slut.” He told her. His voice soft so only she heard. Bless him.

“Yes, Sir…and I am and will always be that for you.” She moaned and came. She kept her promise and everyone knew who and what she was and to whom she belonged.

After a few seconds, she felt him caressing her to ease her back down. The hem was pulled back into place. His hand patted her bottom.

“Up.” He said.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered.

“Now, we’ll go into to finish our dinner.” He told her.

Karen blushed deeper than when she was caught skinny-dipping by her cousin Jack when she was twelve. “Yes…Sir.” She murmured and let him lead her by the hand back into the restaurant.

Someone with a wicked sense of humor had placed two ice packs on her seat at the table. She almost giggled. “Is that okay, Sir?” She asked to not make things worse.

He glanced over. “Hmm…I suppose so but you will spanked again before bed then one last one when I get home from work tomorrow. We’ll discuss more details as we eat.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She went over and slowly settled her bottom down on the packs. She swore there sould be steam rising from it like in the cartoons! It did feel wonderful. She made a mental note to buy a few of these for when he allowed her to use them. The faster she healed the more often he could spank her…and…paddle her?

She nearly made a soft eep noise as she thought of him using the shower brush on her bottom. What about his belt? Karen had to squeeze her thighs together with that thought.

The waitress came back with a smug look on her cute, young face. “Does the ice help, Ma’am?” She boldly asked.

Karen nodded without looking up. “Yes, thank you.”

“Well…my fiance has already made sure I understand he plans to use a firm hand in our marriage. I learned those packs can be helpful. I keep a couple spares at work.” She told Karen.

Karen looked up then. The cute girl was smiling in sympathy now. “The things we let our men do to us, right?” Karen grinned.

“It is our choice but…I’m happy I made mine. You?” She asked without looking at Karen’s husband.

“Very.” She blushed all over again but heard the soft growl of approval from her Sir. It made her toes curl.

Over dinner, he’d outlined the new rules and asked for her input. She’d accepted most of them as is but had made a few suggestions. Some of them had surprised him.

“Really…my belt?” He asked.

She nodded. “I’m horrid at budgeting and exercising. If I fail to meet those goals for the week then Sunday Maintenance you should use…your belt.” She made a soft whimpering noise.

“Did you just whimper?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered and before he could ask, which he would, “the thought of your belt…well…I have to squeeze my thighs together, Sir.”

“Why is that?” He asked.

How should she know? She gave it some thought. “I don’t know…perhaps it’s a throwback to when my daddy used to use his on me in my early teen years.” He’d died before she reached eighteen.

“Oh…perhaps I should make you call me Daddy when I use the belt.” He suggested.

Eep. She did make the sound this time. “I think so, Sir.” She gasped a little.

“So…” His voice deepened and seemed to curl around her clit somehow. “Tomorrow, after work, what should I use for your last punishment?”

She reached out and took a long drink of her ice water. He’d forbidden her to have soda since she was in trouble. “I think…” She forced herself to look up into his eyes. “I was thinking about…the shower brush, Sir.”

“Hmm…after you step out of the shower so your butt is nice and wet. It will sting more.” He told her.

“How…how…” She stopped. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No, go ahead…ask.” He prompted. “I don’t want you afraid to ask questions. New rule…I will never punish for questions, understood?”

She nodded and smiled at him. “Thank you for that, Sir. How do you know all this and how do you know how to…spank a woman so well, Sir?”

He was quiet a moment as he looked at her. “You know I dated a lot before we met.”

She nodded. “Oh. You mean…”

“Yes, I tended to date girls I knew where…into the Lifestyle because I was a member of a Club back then.” He told her.

“You…did scenes…is that right, Sir?” She asked.

“I did. I did scenes with a few young women back in those days.” He told her.

“I see.” She nodded.

“No, I doubt you do. I was looking for something I never found…until today or tonight that is.” He told her.

She looked up at him to see him grinning that smug, dominant little smirk he had. “Really, Sir?”

“Really. I wanted the best of both worlds. A woman who was intelligent, articulate, and a power unto herself but also had a need or desire to be my submissive and feed that part of me as I fed the submissive side of her.” He explained.

“Oh.” She responded. There were a lot of compliments for her in there and she loved each one of them. “Is it okay to say I’m very, very glad I made you angry, Sir?”

He laughed. “Well, it’s called Topping from the Bottom, but it’s something I can live with if it’s how you need to express it. I’d much prefer you just ask for spankings from this point instead of misbehaving to get them.”

“I will, Sir. I promise.” She thought about later that night when she’d be spanked once more. “You know…that thing you wanted to…try before?”

“Hmm…I believe so and I’m tempted to command you to say it.” He chuckled.

“Please, don’t, Sir. Please? But…yeah…butt…that’s what I’m thinking about right now.” She confessed.

“Well, there’s some prep work before we can do that. Do you remember?” He asked.

She did and what once had seemed horrific was now a horrifying fascination to her. “I think I want to start that…prep work, Sir.”

He’d taken her home, spanked her soundly to tears, then fucked her from behind on her sore bottom. Her orgasm..well, his orgasm he allowed her eventually, was one of her best she’d ever felt.

She was alone in the house this morning. There were thirty minutes left before she had to be out the door to her part-time job as a receptionist. It meant sitting all day! It was okay. She deserved it.

She turned further to admire the anal plug he’d placed in her this morning with instructions on when to take it out at work so it wasn’t in for too long. It felt…weird? Different? Very much impossible to ignore which he’d explained was part of the reason he loved knowing it was there.

Before she could overthink it, she got out her phone and took a quick picture of her red bottom and the plug very visibly in the shot. She texted it to him.

Hope you have a good morning, Sir. Thank you for my spankings and my plug.

Karen began to hurry to get dressed as she hoped, evilly, that he was in a meeting when he saw it. She was his submissive but she was still a little of that bratty bitch, too. It meant a lot of ice packs in her future but she could live with that if he could live with her Topping.