*Disclaimer: This series is based on real people and events from my consenting D/s relationship. Certain details have been altered or fabricated for anonymity and story flow. Please note this type of dynamic took years to cultivate and requires a strong foundation of trust, constant communication, and continued negotiation; don’t try this at home without the same.*
**5:00 p.m.**
She (u/lettilovecraft) is late. *Again.* Why am I not surprised? My kickboxing class was full except for her empty spot. I turned on my mic and started the warm-up off with some squats.
I told her I was going to punish her next time she was late. And I’m going to. She asked me to help her be more punctual, she’s late to everything. Some of our friends even call her Letti Late-a-Lot, albeit lovingly. Everyone always seemed to forgive her character flaw. To be fair, it’s almost impossible not to forgive her; she has a way of manipulating others by acting sweet and innocent. I’m also going to forgive her, but I already decided that I was going to correct the behavior first. It was for her own good.
After a few minutes, I glanced towards the door and saw Letti running through the parking lot. She swung the door open and rushed inside, immediately catching sight of me. She smiled shyly and joined the others in jumping jacks. I followed her with my eyes, I held my gaze to silently communicate my irritation.
I counted down the final seconds of the warm-up and started walking towards her.
“And a special warm-up treat for you all,” I announced, “Courtesy of Letti, for those of you that don’t know, my beautiful wife.” I stopped in front of her, forcing her eye contact. She looked like a deer in headlights.
“Five burpees for every minute Letti was late to class today.” I glanced down at my watch. “Six minutes late, tsk tsk.” I turned around and clapped my hands together. “Looks like you all owe me 30 burpees; 15 now and 15 at the end of the class. Let’s go!”
Letti took the humiliation in stride, laughing it off and pumping out 15 burpees. The final 15 wouldn’t be quite as easy.
Throughout the class I decided to give her the extra attention she always craved, just not in the way she wanted. I pushed her to her absolute limits. I put extra focus to correcting her forms, strategically gliding my hands over her body to guide her while making sure she was giving her maximum effort. My hand lingered on her thigh and I could see the frustration building as she bit her lip and let out a soft moan. The sadist in me was pleased, but craving more.
I loved watching her workout, the curves of her ass in her skin-tight leggings, her tits bouncing with every jab, cross, hook, and uppercut. Thoughts of what I would do to her later flashed through my mind. The final round buzzer interrupted my dark fantasy.
“Great work, everyone.” The entire class was panting, a couple members already laying on the floor ready for the cool down stretches.
“You guys didn’t forget, did you? I need 15 more burpees from all of you. And don’t forget to thank Letti on your way out.” I resumed the music, drowning out their groans, and finished up the workout with the group, doing the burpees alongside them.
At the end of the class, I kept my eyes on Letti, making sure she didn’t escape under my radar. I humored the women in the class who came up to me afterwards, engaging them professionally. Letti always got a kick out of the ones that liked to flirt. Speaking of which, Mary was walking up to me now. Letti was convinced Mary had a shrine of me in her bedroom closet.
“That was a really hard workout, Wrex,” Mary said.
“Good. We’re not going to get the results we want with an easy workout, are we?”
“You’re right,” she laughed. “You know, your classes have always been my favorite.” She dropped her gaze to the floor before looking back up at me. “You know just how to motivate me.”
I smiled. She had no idea just how motivating I could be. I glanced back at Letti who was standing awkwardly by the water fountains, making small talk with some of the members. “I’m glad to hear that, Mary. I’ll see you back here tomorrow?”
“You bet.” She waved goodbye and I returned the gesture.
I walked over to Letti. Her face was still flushed from the workout, her dark hair sticking to her glistening skin. I could see her nipples poking through her sports bra and sweat-drenched tank top. I enjoyed seeing her like this, akin to prey after it’s been chased to exhaustion. It awoke a primal urge in me.
“Did you enjoy the workout?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was really good. I had fun.” Her blasé façade was terribly obvious, but amusing.
“Well, the ‘fun’ is only just beginning. Just wait until I get home later,” I said. Her eyes widened, face reddening as she fervently glanced around the room to see if anyone could hear them.
“So…the burpees weren’t my punishment?” she asked softly.
“You know the answer to that.”
“I was only a few minutes late, I don’t get what the big deal is.”
I know you don’t. But you will.
“We will discuss this later.” I clenched my jaw, dismissing the conversation.
She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. God, she was such a brat. My fingers twitched, if only I could deal with her right now. Instead, I gave her a knowing look that she was in for it later.
I escorted her to the door and pulled her in, kissing her forehead. “Be good,” I warned lovingly.
“Yes, sir.” She leaned in for a kiss and I gripped the back of her neck gently, holding her lips against mine and drinking her in. I could smell the sweat and frustration on her, it was salty-sweet and intoxicating.
Damn. Why did I have to work for another two hours?
**7:35 p.m.**
On my drive home, I thought about what I was going to do to her. Rice was too severe. Lines didn’t really fit the crime. I considered a ball gag and anal plug while making her hold stress positions. But I really wanted to beat her ass, so I decided on a punishment spanking. There was a fine line between a good girl spanking and a bad girl spanking, and it kept getting harder to find that line with Letti. Her masochistic tendencies made spankings more of a reward. But we both agreed that there are certain implements, when applied properly, that she didn’t enjoy.
Letti greeted me with a kiss and a glass of whisky when I got home. The brat seemed to disappear. Apparently she had some time to consider the punishments she’d earned herself.
“Welcome home, Sir.”
“Smells good. What did you make?”
“Your favorite,” she said, quite pleased with herself.
I sipped the whisky and gave her a pensive stare. “You’re trying to butter me up.”
“Me?” She feigned shock. “I would never. I’m a hopeless brat, remember?”
“You’re being very good for a hopeless brat. But it’s still not getting you out of your punishment.”
And I spoke too soon. She rolled her eyes again and let out an exasperated sigh. “Whatever,” she muttered.
I smirked and took another sip of the whisky. “You know I was going to wait until after dinner, but I think I’d rather adjust that attitude before we eat. I want a good girl at the table with me.”
“But… dinner will get cold.”
“We will heat it back up. Get undressed and wait for me in the bedroom. I want you kneeling in waiting position with your hands on your head. I better not see you on your phone at all.”
“Can I keep my panties on?”
“No.”
**7:45 p.m.**
Usually I made her wait at least 10 minutes in position, but this time I was going to surprise her and be on time. Like she should have been earlier. I gave her two minutes, in my mind that was plenty of time to get undressed and put herself in position.
I opened the door to see her still in her bra and panties, holding her phone. Her lips parted in shock.
“What did I tell you to do?” I boomed.
“I’m doing it now.” She waved her phone at the clothes on the floor.
“Hands on the bed.”
I walked over to our drawer of toys, hunting for the cane. It was either the cane or the rubber paddle with holes in it. For a moment, I considered both, but decided I’d save that for the next time she was late.
With her hands on the bed, she saw me pull the cane out of the drawer and start towards her. Her face sank. She may be a masochist, but she never did like the cane. She preferred a thuddier pain and the cane delivered quick and severe stings. It was unbelievably effective, and my favorite for punishment sessions.
“Please, not that one,” she begged.
“I missed the part where you get to decide.” I yanked down her panties, revealing the full curves of her ass. I was itching to leave my marks on it. “Count them.”
I landed the first stroke quickly and without warning. She immediately jumped up, her hands flying back to protect herself. She knew better than that.
“That one was free. Every time your hands leave the bed or your butt moves from this spot, I’m starting over.”
“Please, I can’t take it that hard,” she begged. None of those words were a safeword.
“You better figure out how unless you want to be here all night.” I forced her back into position and kept my hand on the small of her back, I knew this helped her stay still.
I tapped the cane against the fullest part of her ass, preparing the next stroke.
*Swish. CRACK.*
I could feel her body squirm under my hand, but she managed to stay in position. The stroke left another thick red rectangle across both of her cheeks, I watched as it slowly raised into a welt.
“One, Sir.”
*Swish. CRACK.*
I aimed the second stroke just beneath the first, giving myself plenty of room for the rest of the punishment, which would continue to get more painful as I worked down to the more tender parts of her ass and thighs.
“Two, Sir.”
“Are you going to be late again?”
*Swish. CRACK.*
“Owwwwww, no, Sir,” she cried. She paused for a few moments, an attempt to stall her punishment. I’ve already taught her that missing a count before the next stroke lands means it’s free. I tapped the cane on her ass and a “Three, Sir,” quickly spilled from her mouth.
“The other members have to pay late fees. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have to enforce that while my own wife habitually shows up late?”
“Well, I can pay the late fee!”
Rather than agree to be on time, she offers to pay the late fees. Unbelievable. I put extra force into the next stroke.
*Swish. CRACK.*
She noticed the extra effort and let out a sharp cry, wiggling her ass as if she were trying to shake the burning welts off of it. Those are going to be there for a while, baby girl. I waited for the count.
“Four, Sir.”
I tapped the cane against her. “I paid the fees for you. You’ll pay me back in punishment.”
*Swish. CRACK.*
I landed the fifth stroke right at the crease between her ass and thighs.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. Her face was buried in the bed now, and she managed a muffled “Five, Sir.”
I paused to admire the marks I’d left on her. I traced the raised welts with my fingers, enjoying the stark contrast of them against her milky skin. Her pussy was already glazed. She whimpered and begged for me to stop, the feeling of absolute control I had over her was intensely satisfying. The power exchange made my cock begin to stiffen. She had one more stroke coming, then I’d fuck the attitude out of her. After making her wait a little longer.
I tapped the cane against her upper thighs and felt her whole body tense up beneath my hand, which was still on her back, encouraging her to be still.
*Swish. CRACK.*
She let out a series of muffled whimpers into the bed. I knew that one hurt the most, and I was proud of her for staying still and submitting to her punishment. The brat was surely gone, but I wasn’t done with her yet.
“Six, Sir,” she said meekly.
I tossed the cane on the bed. “One for every minute you were late today. Now finish getting undressed and get in position like I told you to. I’ll be back to deal with the attitude.”
Her jaw dropped. “But, I think you just did,” she bargained.
“I dealt with your tardiness. Now get in position, or do I need to remind you again to do what you’re told?”
“No, Sir.” She took off her bra and kicked her panties off from around her ankles. She immediately got down on her knees and put her hands behind her head.
I squatted down in front of her and slipped my fingers between her legs, her lips slick and her clit swollen. I smirked, “How are you this wet already? Such a little slut for punishment, aren’t you?”
She bit back a smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks. I paused to admire the beauty of her naked submissiveness. Her punished ass and dripping pussy. I felt the urge to take her right then, but I could wait. She deserved the torture.
“Stay,” I commanded. “Your hands stay on your head. I better not catch you touching yourself. That’s mine. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I turned off the lights and left the room.
**To be continued.**
Find this story, it’s sequels, and Letti’s perspective at:
http://farmtofetish.com/archives/293 (Wrex’s story) and;
http://farmtofetish.com/archives/295 (Letti’s story)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mkksl4/true_erotica_series_late_again_pt_12_dom_pov_mf