She was doing what she needed to do. Keep tabs that her man was flying straight and narrow. That’s what a lady does. Men tend to stray if not checked, so she was checking.

All her girlfriends did the same thing. And things worked out better when the guys knew they couldn’t start or get away with foolery.

So, into his suit jacket her hands went looking for any stray phone numbers that might have slipped in.

Some liked to call it snooping, she called it fact checking and verification.

He had said a few times, playfully, that the day he caught her snooping, she’d learn a steep lesson. She brushed that off, as she knew that the lesson would be his to learn.

That’s when he walked into her closet while she was checking the facts. There was an unexpected piece of paper with a number on it and the tell-tale signs of lipstick on it. Oh he would pay so dearly for this!
The man was cool as ice. His eyes were very dark and very different. If she didn’t have such a fanciful imagination, the idea of a wolf wouldn’t be filling her with dread at the very moment.

She needed to steady herself and confront the man of her dreams for being unfaithful to her. This had to be nipped in the bud asap. There was no allowing another woman on her turf.

However, he had other plans. He spoke first and ordered her to dial that number on the paper for verification.

First of all, nobody orders this queen around, she told herself. Second, she was going to dial the number and humiliate him. The arrogance the man had. No second woman was going to vouch for him and he’d get away with this. Not on her watch. Not ever.

Quickly getting her phone, she dialed the number and to her unexpected surprise, he picked up his cell and looked like he was about to ideal someone.

Oh no he doesn’t try to text and set his cover story at all!

As she prepared to scold him, he puts the phone to his ear and barked an order. She was to meet him downstairs with her skirt up and out of the way.

The gall!

But…more intriguing, why did the barked order come through the earpiece of her phone too?

The mood in the air had shifted. Somehow she felt she had lost control of her very scene. Things had taken a very sharp left turn and was now in his court.

Well, one thing is for sure, she was not going to show up with her skirt lifted. This man was great and all, but a boss of her he was not.

Once downstairs, as her curiosity was killing her, she saw the man had his sleeves up. He was not showing any emotions at all. He stood next to a chair and the chair was next to a table.

Ok so it was the dining room, but it was rearranged. Only one chair and the table totally cleared. His tie was a bit loose. That was it.

Her throat got lumpy. His posture was that of a conquering king who was about to set the record straight. She pulled herself together to match his poise.

His voice was very measured and steady. She was to bend over the chair and receive her punishment.

The man had lost his mind. Playing rough for sex is one thing, but taking it outside the bedroom and assume you were the big daddy, that was totally not going to fly.

As she snapped her hair back, rolled her neck sharply, locked her hips, and pointed two fingers sharply at his nose and began to read him the riot act about himself, her mind started to register additional shocking news.

He had swiftly responded with one smooth hand wave and locked her pointing hand down on the chair forcing her to bend forward. Then..

Yeah….. then…..

Her brain registered a sharp crack of lightning searing her vision bright white as her rear took in an earth moving nine on the Richter scale high velocity impact from a heavy polished oak paddle.

While her synapses were struggling to formulate a thought, the second volley scored an even sharper blow that elevated her to the tip of her toes as she struggled to understand what wast taking pace in her world as tears started to leap from her eyes onto the floor.

By the third impact, she was starting to realize that she was getting her severe punishment for having snooped in his jacket. This man was not one to play around with his boundaries.

She stood herself up to counter and demand he stop. But the registry of the fourth impact was at the razor edge of the limits of her pain tolerance. The message was clear, bend over and don’t get up until you’re told to do so. She obeyed quickly.

The fifth and final round was of the same intensity as the first, which was the softest of all the hardest hits her body had ever encountered as an adult.

The masculine side of her brain was completely gutted with embarrassment at being subjugated to denigrating humiliation. The feminine side of her felt finally released from a testosterone based prison inside her psyche. She was coming out to play and made her presence known by wetting her owners soft box.

The mixed sensations of disciplinary pain and wetness confused the life out of her. Not sure what to think, she didn’t move from her position until told to do so. There was no need for a sixth round to land on a very sore and highly polished red rear, despite being covered by her skirt.

With a firm grip of her hair, he stood her up and led her to the bathroom and placed an ice pack on her. The sensations flooded her body with all kinds of tingling wetness producing releases of oohhhsss and aaahhhsss. How did he know how to orchestrate that in her?

As her blood pressure and adrenaline returned back to normal, she wanted to ask so many questions but wasn’t sure what to do, as the tables and rules had definitely changed.

He explained that he didn’t want her to snoop on him ever again, the next time she got caught, one of two things would happen. 1- they’d break up or 2- she’d get much worse than she got downstairs.

Nodding her understanding, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. A symbol of protection, affection, care, understanding, and guardianship. Her inner feminine self was jumping for joy and leaving her feeling all manners of aroused. Her inner masculine self was plotting revenge, this score was long from settled. This violated every principal principles of feminism it had learned and was willing to fight for.

There would be a rematch, and this time, she would win, even if it meant kicking him to the curb to win. The two versions of femininity gave each other wicked side eyes as he led her to the bedroom.

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Getting up to speed - A Quick Intro- This blog may or may not get updated on any regular basis.... so be sure to follow/subscribe Many stories will have blush worthy content... keep that in mind when opening And to kick things off....the start of a mini-series.
Horrible Left Turn - Chapter 1 To set the stage of a coming story, it is important to understand the characters a little more. A quick snippet of a view into the dynamics of the relationship of the coming story.
The Instructions - Chapter 2- Instructions are meant to be followed... and when broken.. consequences have to follow. Some rules, however, are meant to be tested
Always a catch - Chapter 3 When making plans, be aware that there may be a catch that will just mess with the perfect moment. He was so ready for the big night. All the work was being wrapped up nicely. Then. Out of nowhere, a notification came up. There was that catch... as there is always a catch! Would it derailed his plans? Will she get away with things this time? Or again? Read on to find out...click into the post and enjoy the week's chapter
Setting the Trap - Chapter 4 He just had to do a few last second checks and adjustments. the trap was all set. it just needed her to spring it. and in the process, he had plans to make her drip with excitement as he filled her will all manners of pleasure she'd never see what was coming... even though she was sure she had the final word set for him.
Best Laid Plans Do Change - Chapter 5 She felt rather proud of herself. Her man had set up a wonderful set of plans, but she had her own. She was not going to be denied. Will she totally outsmart her man? It seriously looks like that. The more things change, the more things stay the same.
She Begins To Learn - Chapter 6 She got away with the unthinkable. She outsmarted her man. Now she's partying and enjoying an amazing spa treatment. Then, things start to go wrong. Her maneuvering seems to not have been as perfect as she thought. Before she knows it, her world is spinning. She starts to see hints that her man has been catching up to her. Will she finally pay for her misbehaving? Will her mischief cause her party to come crashing to a halt? Not if she has the last word on this matter
Arriving Drenched - Chapter 7 who knew that climbing out of a garage could get a person so drenched in sweat? who knew that her woes were going to be so intense? She had no idea. but, all she knew was that one she got to the given address, she'd be with her man. He had a surprise waiting. She was told not to be late. And late she was not going to be. She arrives drenched....
The Limo Driver - Chapter 8 New characters arrive onto the scene.. but she's totally not aware of things. She's in the limo passing time heading home. Or so she thinks. What awaits her and how her man catches up to her is not even a possibility. He is sure that this will change the tide of the night. She had her fun, now is the time to learn her lesson. However, there is a matter of setting all the pieces in place, the most critical part of the mission. Everything hinges on total quiet...and the skill of The Limo Driver
Silence of Dinner - Chapter 9 Some moments of silence are awkward. Others are because you can't speak. Her list of questions was massive. What was going one, what was happening, and where was her control? She begins to learn her place, but first, she needs to survive the silence of dinner and a play
His Surprise - Chapter 10 Pivotal changes...
The Room - Chapter 11 the hour of reckoning has arrived. she will be facing him. he stood quietly in the darkest corner of the room waiting. he had his chain set. she walked in sensing his energy and knew instantly that this was the hour. calmly, she waited. he was waiting too.... who would make the first move...and would a fight break out... is this the final chapter?
The Right Turns - Chapter 12 As the physical marks healed, the hearts were joining together and passion was brewing hot They now were in a new season of intense love. The time was right to introduce his lady to all he had planned and she was ready to follow into the new path of intimacy Life couldn't be any better! They were now on the same page Dom vs Sub Series