*this is my original writing, feedback welcome*
It was the end of the week and I was sitting on the couch watching TV and waiting for her to come home. Whatever was on the screen couldn’t keep my attention, my mind kept bouncing back to her. She had become visibly more bratty and argumentative in recent weeks. It was such a contrast to her usual behavior which was honestly quite perfect. I knew she just got a new job, so some of it was understandable. But during the previous night she had made a not so playful crack about my cooking. That was a one remark too far. It had been too late in the evening for me to do anything about it, but it gave me the whole day to thing about her consequences.
She walked through the door with a tired smile, I wasn’t sure if she could tell from my expression that something was different.
“Come sit down please”, I said calmly.
“Let me change first”, she said dismissively. She failed the first test in under a minute.
“Get your little ass over here right now”, I said sternly and with some volume.
She looked surprised but walked over and sat down; she must’ve thought better of making me ask three times.
I began to speak to her about her brattiness while getting up to fix myself a drink.
“I’d let you do this, but I don’t want you screwing it up”, I said cooly as I was pouring.
For the first time I saw a different look in her eyes, I could tell that one stung. Making my drink was one of her favorite things to do for me, and it was also very simple.
I continued to talk to her while standing up and walking around, almost like a professor lecturing his young student. I emphasized how her behavior had been getting steadily less acceptable, culminating with the previous night’s wisecrack. I told her that I had been treating her like a good girl these past couple of weeks, though maybe she didn’t deserve it.
“Have you been a good girl,” I asked. She didn’t answer and only looked down at her feet, the way people do when they know a truth they’d rather not say. “I’ll take your lack of response as a no.”
I sat back down next to her. “Get up.” She rose to her feet immediately. I proceeded to undress her until she was wearing only her panties. She was blushing fiercely as I grazed my fingertips over her bottom, she knew what was coming. I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her over my lap so that her feet were barely touching the floor. My hand rose and fell with authority over her ass. Smack! Smack! – Smack! Smack! Two on each cheek over her panties to begin.
“Daddy’s going to fix that brattiness even if he has to spank it out of you.” Six more spanks, these firmer than before. She was whining now, but that wasn’t my concern. “You will be a good girl again.” Two more hard spanks, she began to squirm. “Stay still!” I growled, “or it will get worse.”
Her squirming on my lap continued and I stopped the spanking momentarily and moved my hand between her legs. “No Daddy, please don’t”, she whined sweetly, embarrassed about what I would find. “Shh baby, you’re not in charge here”, and I reached down to feel her panties, they were damp. “There’s Daddy’s little slut”, I said condescendingly as she buried her face in her hands, “are you enjoying this too much?” “No no no Daddy, I hate it” she answered quickly. She was trying desperately to convince me, scared of what might come next. “Your body tells a different story; get up and get my hairbrush.” There was worry in her eyes. “Please Daddy, you don’t have to use that”, she begged.
“Now!” With that she scurried off the the bedroom and returned with my wooden hairbrush, handed it to me while looking away, and I pulled her back over my lap. “You’re lucky I’m keeping your panties on for this part, slut”, I sneered. I draped one of my legs over her back to keep her still. The brush was unforgiving in the way it made loud cracks over her ass, which was quickly becoming red. The ridges in the wood were also leaving little marks; seeing those made my blood run hot. She started to cry and whimper, not saying anything coherent; she had resigned herself to her fate, which was what I was after. I even gave a hit on the backs of each of her thighs, which made her yelp sharply.
I put the brush aside, pulled down her panties, and rubbed her bare bottom in an effort to calm her a bit. Her panties were now totally soaked through, which made me smirk. As I rubbed her sore butt she seemed to regain some senses and began squirming again. She turned her head and I saw the dried tears on her cheeks. “You were right Daddy, I-I got too wet.” I smiled as she continued. “I’m too needy Daddy, please can I touch myself and cum, please please please.” I grabbed her hair and pushed her head back down towards the floor.
“Only good girls get to cum, and you’ve been a bratty little whore!” I said with authority, my voice rising. I spanked her bare ass with my hand in quick, sharp fashion. “Now tell me, tell me whether you deserve to cum, tell me or this doesn’t stop, I’ll spank your ass raw if I have to.”
She began whining through fresh tears. “I’ve been a bratty little whore Daddy, I don’t deserve to cum, I don’t deserve what good girls get.”
“That’s my girl”, I said calmly as I finished up the spanking.
I pulled her up so she was sitting in my lap, facing me. I kissed her forehead, and her head quickly went into my chest as I wrapped my arms around her tightly. I assured her it was all over and that she was mine. I praised her for taking her punishment so well; she was so good. As my shirt soaked up her tears I remember thinking how cute she looked in my arms, and how easy it would be for me to let her start grinding on my knee.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8cvq47/consequences_mfdsspanking