AI art by me. Not what I really wanted but…alas…the restrictions of AI art on a public platform.

This story was inspired by a real discipline video shared by Annieh1623 on FetLife.

“Go wait on the bed,” I told her.

Jenny had just brought me the sandwich I had told her to make for me with my favorite chips next to it.  Without a word, she’d taken my Stanley and topped it off, then returned.  

It’d been a tranquil morning for her.  She knew she’d stepped over a line, and she knew a harsh, real punishment was coming to her.  I’d heard soft sniffles as she shuffled around the house doing small chores and straightening things.  Cleaning and organizing were stress relievers for her, and I didn’t mind it.  

Breakfast had been all fine until I reminded her she’d promised to do something and hadn’t followed through.  Her face went white as she knew what it meant.  Right there, I took her by the arm and put her over my lap.

There were no panties to take down since she isn’t allowed to wear them, so I spanked her with no warm-up until I heard the appropriate sniffles and saw her feet begin to drum on the floor.  It’d been a minor infraction, so it was enough.

As I let her up without rubbing her soreness at all since it was a real punishment, she turned a moody eye to me.

“Like that’s going to make me follow through?” She complained.

“Excuse me?” I said in the cold and quiet voice she hates to hear.

Her eyes went wide as saucers, and her hand flew to her mouth.

“No…no…no, please, Sir!  I didn’t mean…” She began to stammer.

“The hell you didn’t.” I grew angrier at her denial of it.  

She heard it and knew enough to just fall to her knees with her head bowed.  It was done.  There was no going back now.

I took a few breaths to think more clearly.  “You’re going to wish you hadn’t bought me the new belt.”

Her shoulders shook a little as that settled into her.  

“It’s going to happen today, but I’m not telling you when yet.  You’ll just know it is coming.  When I tell you to wait on the bed, what do you do?” I asked.

Her voice was soft and without a trace of any sass or disrespect.  “I’m to go put a pillow in the middle of the bed, bend over it, with my bottom ready to be punished, then wait.”

“That’s right.  Good girl to remember.” I wanted to give her something to cling to right now.

She nodded.  “Thank you, Sir.  May…when it happens, may I have one Stuffie to hold, please, Master?”

I smiled down at her.  She was feeling very, very submissive right now.  Jenny didn’t use titles to try to impress me or make up to me.  She knew better.  She used them to tell me where her headspace was at the time.

“Yes, Little J.  You may have one.  Take off the nightie, fetch me your collar, and return.” I commanded.

“Yes, Master.” She nodded.  Rising slowly, she turned to give me the view I’d taught her of her pretty, rounded ass as she pulled off her nightie.  Now she was naked and knew she’d stay that way for the rest of the day.  Did it matter if we had company?  Depended on who, but most likely she’d have to remain naked as she answered the door.  Slaves had to earn clothes, and she was already in trouble.

I watched her leave with her two dark red spots from her spanking and enjoyed the view.  She came back with the cute, dark blue leather collar.  She loved her collar and wore it when we went to Lifestyle functions.  It had a big gold ring for a leash prominently on the front and inlaid letters that said HIS. 

Kneeling once more, she handed it to me, then bowed her head between my knees as I put it on her.  There were days when she begged to walk around naked and collared because she wished it and knew I always enjoyed it.  I worked from home so I’d get to see her all day, and it always meant she’d be well used that night.

I buckled it on, and she leaned into me with her arms on either side of my thighs.  It was her embrace of me as she fell into the headspace of the collar and deep submission.  I stroked her bare back as I usually did.  I scratched hard with my nails and heard her moan and squeeze me tighter.  I love my little masochist!

Letting her enjoy the shift because she would not be enjoying the waiting or the punishment later, I waited until she raised her head.  There were tears in her eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, Sir.  Thank you for putting me back in place.  Thank you for the punishment I will receive.” Her eyes never left mine, and I saw the love in them as she declared all of this.  We’d been together long enough that I knew she meant every word.  She loved her place here before me.  She appreciated the corrections I provided when needed.

“Thank you, Little J.” I used her slave nickname once more.  It elicited a smile from her.  

“May I kiss each thigh, Master?” She begged.

“No.” I denied her, which I rarely did.

Her face fell, and she knew I was punishing her further.

“Yes, Sir.  May…may I rest my head on your thigh as you finish eating, please?” She begged.

I nodded but didn’t speak.

She knelt to my left and rested her cheek on the outside of my thigh.  Her arms hugged my shin, and her fingers traced a little pattern on my pants.  Affection was one of her love languages, so she was always stroking, rubbing, and caressing me when she could.  I’d given her permission to do so in private or public as she felt it.  I’d be a fool to do otherwise, wouldn’t I?

The morning progressed.

I worked in my study as I saw her pass by several times.  Without being told, she brought me a drink after an hour of work.  She again begged to kneel and hold my leg.  I allowed it.  This time, I also reached down and stroked her hair absently.  It gave me a deep and satisfying sense of ownership, and she had told me she loved how it made her feel owned.

I smiled a little later when I heard the clothes washer going.  Laundry was one of her least favorite chores.  It wasn’t really a time or a need for a load to be done, but she was making it part of her penance.  Who knew?  She might even be ironing my shirts, which she really hated doing.  My shirts no longer needed it, as I didn’t want to make her do it, but she might still do it anyway.  A few minutes later, I saw her go by with an assortment of my shirts on hangers, all cleaned and pressed.

“Good girl,” I told her as she walked past again.

She stopped and looked flustered that I had noticed.  “My pleasure, Master.” She bobbed her head and body in a bit of a curtsy.  Her eyes begged for a kiss.  I turned from her and heard her soft gasp of pain that I had denied her once more.

Her waiting time was beginning to wear on me as much as it did her.  Yes, I am a sadist and a strict man, but she was so damned good for so much of the time that punishment like this was a rare thing.  It was killing her, and I could feel it, which began to kill me a little, too.  Doms, if you prick us, do we not bleed?

This was why I told her to wait when she brought in my lunch.  She would figure I’d take my time with it while she stayed in position, holding her stuffy, and knowing she was in for a fierce whipping.  Some people called it a belt-spanking, but it was a whipping; let’s not kid ourselves.

I ate half of my sandwich and a few chips.  Looking at the other half, I knew it would taste a lot better once this was over with.  I sighed and got up.

In the bedroom, she was ready.  I nearly laughed when I saw she’d put on some tiny, pink socks on her feet and put her hair into two braids with ribbons in them.  She looked so much like the naughty little girl waiting for Daddy’s belt.  Jenny knew I’d enjoy all of it as it fed my fetishes.

“Did you enjoy waiting?” I asked her.

“No, Sir.” She answered.  She was clutching her dark blue unicorn pig.  I’d seen it on one of our trips to a thrift store.  She’d named him Oscar the Unicorn Pig.  He was her favorite of all of them.

“Did Oscar help any?” I asked as I went to the right side of the bed since I was left-handed.

She sighed.  “A little, but…he doesn’t like it when I get him wet with my crying on him.”

“You were crying?” I asked.

She nodded without looking at me.  “Yes, Sir.  I hate…I hate disappointing you, and I messed up today.”

“Yes, you did.” I took off my belt. I saw her body shiver as she heard the noise.  She’d told me before that it sent a shock of electricity and ice water through her veins.  Her bottom wriggled, but she calmed it down and even arched it up a little better.

“Do you ever tell me what to do about punishments?” I asked.

“No, Sir.  I’m sorry, Sir.” She whimpered.

“Oh, you will be,”  I promised.

I doubled up the belt and let it fly with a hard stroke.  There was going to be no building of it.  She was getting a whooping, short, intense, and meaningful.

The crack of the leather across her bare cheeks was loud, as was her cry.

“Oww!” She said it and said it again and again as I kept it up for five strokes more.

“Who is in charge?” I asked.

“You, Sir.  You, Master.  Please.” She was already beginning to beg.

“That’s right.  Am I ever going to hear sass like that again from your lips?” I did a quick flurry of ten strokes one after another until I could hear the tears beginning in earnest.

“Noooooo…nooooo, Sir.  I’m sooo sorry….please, please, Daddy, I was already sore.” She begged.

“I know you were.  Little girls with sore bottoms should know better than to misbehave, shouldn’t they?” I stopped long enough to undouble the belt and curled it enough in my hand to make it a very effective strap now.

“Yesssss!” She shrieked as I struck with the single belt.  “Nooo, not that, please, not that!!” She begged.  She hated it like this because it would welt and last longer.

“Are you telling me what to do again?” I bellowed.

“Ooooh!!!! No, no, no, no, no….oh, please, no, Daddy, I’m sorry…so very sorry…so sorry…” She began to sob and chant as I lashed her blistering bottom up and down.

Her feet were drumming quickly into the pillows and Stuffies at the head of the bed.  She was allowed this much movement but no more.  It had been a very long time since she’d tried to cover her ass or move it out of the way.  I’d trained her better than that.

“So what are you going to do now?” I asked as I paused.

“Listen, obey, never disrespect, cherish, worship.  Be your good girl again!” She belted out in harsh tones as the sobbing wracked her body.  My Jenny was a very sorry little girl.  I had no doubt.

“Hmm…I think you need some more.” I told her.

She buried her head into the bed and Oscar but arched her ass up to me as she should.  I placed about six more harsh, stinging strokes on her sit spots.

Her body went limp as she had reached the point of total submission now.  There would be more words or begging until I had decided I was done.  She knew that was how I wanted it to be.

Seeing this, I knew I was done, and so was she.  Slowly, I placed the belt across the small of her back.  This signaled it was over, and she could cry herself out.  When she was done and ready, she’d bring the belt back to me in my study, then kneel, kiss the belt, and put it in my hands.

I walked out and I was right.  The sandwich did taste better now.  I calmed myself down with deep breaths.  I was as hard as a rock and throbbing.  Yes, part of me didn’t enjoy having to punish her, but another part of me did…very much so.  

Jenny knew it and didn’t mind it at all.  I was allowed because I was her Master, Dom, Daddy.  She trusted me not to be abusive with it, and I wasn’t.  She didn’t act up to get it either.  She knew she could beg for a spanking, paddling, whipping, etc. She often did.  It was also my right to do any of that without any reason at all.  It could be because I wanted to do it or needed the stress relief.  

“My body belongs to you, Sir.” She told me long ago.  She meant it.  Marks were a thing of pride for her.  I knew later today she’d be taking pictures of her well-whipped bottom to post on Fet with an admission of her sins and the punishment she’d taken.  She was proud of both me and what I did.

I’d just finished my lunch when I heard her enter the study.

Her eyes were a little red but clear enough.  Her smile was soft, and I could tangibly feel the adoration in her look as she knelt before me, kissed the belt tenderly, and handed it to me.

“I kiss my master’s belt.  Thank you for my whipping, Sir.” She said.

“You’re welcome.  You took it very well, as always, sweet girl.” I smiled.

She glowed at the praise.  She’d earned the praise and knew it, but still appreciated hearing it.

Her eyebrow arched a little.  “Sir?  I beg most humbly for the gift and joy of worshiping your cock, please, Master?  I want to so badly.” She licked her lips slowly.

My Jenny did love that part of her role, too.

I lifted my Stanley.  “I seem to require more drink first.”

She grinned and reached for it.  “Would Master like a little something while he’s worshipped?”

“Surprise me.” I nodded.

“Of course, Sir.” She rose gracefully, and I enjoyed the view of her dark red and purple bottom.  

Yes, it did fill me with pleasure to know I had marked her and brought her to heel.  It was our relationship. It fed each of us, and we loved each other for it.  I smiled, knowing she’d half expect to go to dinner tonight somewhere with hard, wooden chairs for her to squirm on as we ate.  I’d smirk, she’d blush, but we’d be pleased with it.