"I know you have it in you."

L was punished last night. While we were out having drinks with her friends at the local bar, she behaved in a manner that was very disrespectful towards me. The second she did it, she could tell by The Look that I gave her --- and it has gotten sterner and extremely intense --- that she, in essence, fucked up and that the matter would be dealt with when we got home.

To make matters worse, she made another extremely poor choice before we got home.

Text exchange between S and L Thursday night:

S: Stop being a jackass with your decisions. How much of a beating do you need?

L: I guess a good one. I'm sorry. On my way home.

When we got home, we fed the kids dinner while I stared her down the whole time.

"Do I need to go back to the room now?" she asked.

"It can wait," I said quietly.

The punishment came in the form of a spanking, one of the harder ones I have given her and for a longer duration. As I've said before, we're figuring out the whole spanking thing and how it works as a punishment or simple BDSM play in the bedroom. I've come to enjoy the spankings more than I thought I would, and, my hand (which was sore the first time I did it three weeks ago) has become accustomed to it as well.

I had her lie on the bed, ass raised in the air. Using the remote, I turned the TV up to drown out the noises.

Smack! The first one came in fast and hard across the left cheek, causing her whole body to lurch forward, her face going into the pillow with a whimper.

"There will be 10 this time," I said quietly, as I caressed her reddened cheek. I removed my hand and paused it in mid air, making her guess when the next strike would come in.

Smack! The next one came in across the right cheek. I repeated the process between the cheeks, taking my time. By the seventh one she was pleading me to stop. 

After the spankings I rubbed her cheeks, and asked her if she knew why she had been punished. "I won't do it again," she whimpered. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

And then I was on her, using my knees to spread her legs open, my hand pulling and twisting at her erect nipples, causing her to wither in pain. I slammed my cock inside of her dripping pussy, hard...and then pulled it back out all the way again.

"I could keep you from this," I said, sitting back and stroking my cock. "Maybe you should be single. Maybe you shouldn't have this cock at all."

"Oh god...no..please..don't say that," she said. "Please, be inside of me. I'll be a good girl."

I shoved my way inside of her again and gave her a few powerful strokes, then pulled back out all the way again.

"I don't know," I said. "I don't think you should get this. I don't think you deserve this."

"Please," she said, arching her back up towards me, trying desperately to make contact with my cock. "Please.."

I slapped her solidly across the face, first one cheek, then the other. "Little slut whore," I said. "You're just a whore for my cock, aren't you? Just can't get enough of it."

"No Master, I can't," she panted.

 I continued the game, pushing inside of her, fucking her, bringing her close to coming then commanding her not to. This went on for awhile until we were both reaching the point of exhaustion and ended with me pounding her from behind, leaving us both extremely satisfied.

This morning L woke up and snuggled in close to me, lying her head on my chest as she ran her hands across my body.

"That really hurt," she said. "My poor, sore ass."

"Good," I said. "It was supposed to."

"I know you have it in you," she said quietly.

Progress.

Happy Friday.