Morning Spankings and a Defiant Pet
Sarah doesn’t want to get up early and walk her dog, but Sergeant Austin Black isn’t having any of her attempts to avoid a good dose of discipline…
“Are you sulking?” He asked the question mildly as she joined him, very much pouting.
“No,” Sarah scowled. “But this is stupid.”
“You need discipline,” he reminded her. “Without it, you end up in a heap. So why don’t you try relaxing and letting me give you what you need instead of fighting me every step of the way? I’m used to stubborn little beasts. Don’t think you’re going to wear me out.”
Sarah hid behind her coffee mug as much as that was humanly possible.
“I can’t wake up this early,” she muttered. “This is not a time for people to be awake. Even Nunu isn’t up yet.”
She was right. Nunu remained wrapped up in his blankets on the couch, stoically asleep.
“Nunu!” Austin called his name. Nunu did not stir.
“He puts himself to bed every night at eleven and doesn’t get up until nine,” Sarah said. “He has a routine.”
“He’s the only one in this house who does,” Austin said. “He’ll get up when he realizes there’s something in it for him.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
“Not having your butt warmed before the walk, though that’s becoming a lot less likely every minute you spend not eating breakfast.” He looked at his watch. “If we’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’m going to spank you.”
“Spank me now,” Sarah said. “Then I can at least go back to bed.”
Austin cleared a place on the table and pointed to it. “Bend over.”
“Fine,” Sarah shrugged. “I don’t care.”
She bent over, lifting her bottom high with gleeful defiance. “Spank me.”
“Oh, I’ll spank you,” he said, pushing her nightshirt up over her hips. “We’ll see how eager you are once I’m done with you.”
Sarah held position and waited for his palm to fall. It didn’t. She heard him messing around in the kitchen, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. It became clear fairly quickly when he returned to her side, put his palm on her lower back and smacked her hard with something much smaller and harder than his hand.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s a wooden spoon,” he said. “Very effective on spoiled brats who don’t think that a spanking is a big deal.” He brought the spoon down again several more times, whacking her hard and fast. Each swat burst across her bottom with a sting that seemed far greater than such a relatively small implement could be expected to have. An ache followed, quickly replaced by another sting when he brought the spoon down yet again.
Sarah tried to stand up, but Austin held her firmly in place, spanking her through increasingly vociferous complaints.
“Austin! Cut it out!”
“No,” he said. “You asked for this, remember? You wanted me to spank you.”
“I didn’t want you to beat me with a wooden spoon,” she complained.
“This is not a beating,” he said. “You’re red, but you’re not bruised yet.”
“Oh, well, good for you,” she bit back sarcastically. “You haven’t bruised me… yet.”
Austin swatted the spoon against her lower cheek again. “I won’t either, no matter how much you push. There are a lot of ways to punish a brat. This spoon is just a starter.”
“Let me up or I’m going to throw the sugar bowl at you.”
“Do that and you’ll spend the rest of the day atoning for it,” Austin said. “I don’t have any appointments, so I can devote the next twelve hours making you one very sorry girl if you don’t behave.”
He smacked her with the spoon again, catching her on the other cheek in much the same way. It felt to Sarah as though every inch of her bottom had been spanked, but that didn’t matter to Austin. He landed the spoon in the same place several times, making her squeal indignantly.
“I swear to God, Austin. Lemme up!”
“You asked me for a spanking,” Austin reminded her yet again. “And now you’re getting it. All you needed to do was get up and go for a nice walk. Instead you’ve got a very red bottom and you’re on the verge of a tantrum, which I don’t advise by the way.”
“I am not on the verge of a tantrum!” Sarah grabbed the sugar bowl and hurled it backwards. It went flying through the air, spilling sugar in great white cascades. It missed Austin entirely, but did hit the counter where it smashed into myriad pieces, depositing the remains of its contents on the floor amid broken ceramic.
There was silence in the aftermath of the crash, then a sharp yowl as Austin smacked her bottom hard and hauled her up against his body. “That was a mistake.”
He marched her back to the bedroom and propelled her into the corner opposite the bed. “Stay,” he said firmly.
Sarah did not stay; she came out almost immediately. Austin moved her back into position and repeated the command in a firm tone.
“I’m not a dog, don’t talk to me like one.”
“No talking,” he said. “That was completely unacceptable. You’re going to stay here and be quiet until I tell you otherwise.”
“No, I’m not.”
Sarah thoroughly expected him to sigh and give in, or perhaps become frustrated, or to raise his voice. He did none of those things. Every time she left the corner he put her back in, his hand on the back of her neck.
“I can do this all day,” he said when almost half an hour had elapsed. “I hope you realize that.”
“I know,” Sarah snarked over her shoulder. “You’ve made it very clear that you don’t have much of a life.”
There was no response to her rudeness. No matter how badly behaved she was, Austin was firm and determined. It was almost a full hour later by the time she stopped lurching out of the corner at every opportunity.
“Good,” he said after she had stood there compliantly for a few minutes. “Now you can put some shoes on, go to the kitchen, and clean up your mess. I’m going to let Nunu out and feed him.”
Sarah did as she was told, not because she wanted to, but because she realized that she really didn’t have much in the way of a choice. As she swept up the broken sugar bowl and spilled sugar, she felt a welling of shame. It was not acceptable to break things, especially in the course of a punishment she’d asked for. Yes, the spanking had hurt. Her skin was still swollen and tight as a result of it, but she had gone out of her way to deserve it.
Austin was putting up with a lot from her, especially given all he’d previously put up with. Hot tears began to prick at her eyes as she realized just how destructive she was being, not just to sugar bowls, but to any chance of enjoying her time with Austin. It wasn’t every day that an attractive, intelligent man who was also dynamite in bed came into her life.
She wrapped the broken shards in newspaper and deposited them in the garbage. By that time Nunu was back. He raced to her and began licking her face, catching several salty tears with his tongue.
“Stop, Nunu,” she giggled through her sadness. It was impossible to feel bad with the little ball of love snuggling as close to her as he could get.
“I’m sorry,” she said, avoiding Austin’s gaze. “I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I agreed to everything and I’m just… I’m messing it all up, aren’t I?”
He drew her into a warm hug. “This is new to you,” he said. “And you’re a headstrong, stubborn woman. It’s no surprise to me that you’re resisting it. But I’m glad you’re realizing that it’s very counterproductive. How about we let Nunu finish his breakfast and take that walk?”
It was almost nine by the time they took their walk. It had been two hours of tears, struggles, and soreness, but Sarah found that it was actually quite nice to stroll through the park. There weren’t many people there at that time of day thanks to the fact that most were at their office jobs. When Austin took her hand and led her deep into some of the forest trails, she made no objection.
They stopped in a clearing for a reason she didn’t understand, but assumed had something to do with Nunu’s needs. She was wrong. Austin looped Nunu’s leash around a sturdy branch and gave the dog a chew toy to entertain him. Sarah did not know what was happening, until Austin slid his hand up the back of her neck and drew her into a passionate kiss that demanded more than just her mouth.
No words passed between them as he hoisted her up, his large palms covering her well spanked cheeks as he pressed her back against a tree, kissing her thoroughly even as he used one hand to slide his zip down and push her panties to the side.
There was no foreplay, but she was ready for him nonetheless, her pussy wet from the moment he’d laid hands on her. When he slid inside her he was met with hot, wet walls parting willingly for him, traces of his seed no doubt still lingering inside her from the night before.
Austin fucked her against the tree, her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her and thrust inside her, his cock rampant through the fly of his pants. Her skirt hid the actual thrusting of his member, but anyone coming upon them would certainly have known what was taking place. There was no way to hide the flushing of her cheeks and upper chest, or the way he plunged inside her time and time again.
Artist Sarah Digby has always been a free spirit. Maybe the parties she throws get a little too loud and run a little too late, and maybe her little dog has become something of an unholy terror in the neighborhood, but that certainly doesn’t give anybody the right to march into her house and scold her like a naughty child.
But Sarah’s neighbor Austin Black isn’t just anybody, he is a Marine Corps sergeant used to giving orders and having them obeyed. When he finally has enough of her bratty behavior and sassy attitude and takes matters into his own hands, she soon finds herself bare-bottomed over his firm thighs, receiving the first spanking of her life. Afterwards, Austin informs Sarah that from now on he’ll be keeping her in line personally.
In spite of everything, Austin’s dominance leaves Sarah longing for more, and as her submission grows deeper she is surprised to notice that her art begins to flourish like never before. But when Austin makes it clear that he wants her not only as his lover but also as his pet—a pet he will cherish and care for but also train and punish when needed—Sarah is unsure if she is ready to belong to him so completely. Can a girl like her truly surrender her heart to a man who will expect her to kneel at his feet and come when she is called?